Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

Chapter 250 Kicked by the Donkey
As the saying goes: Cutting off a person's wealth is like killing his parents!
Not to mention twice in a row?

Lin Zixian had the heart to kill. For a moment, he really wanted to rush forward and fight Li Ding'an to the death.

Sensing something was wrong, Lei Mingzhen took a step forward and protected Li Ding'an like a mountain.His brows were furrowed into the character "Chuan" and his eyes were round and protruding, somewhat like a glaring King Kong.

Li Ding'an's friendship was not in vain...

Secretly approving, Sun Mingfang sighed: "Mr. Lin, don't be impulsive!"

Am I so excited?

"Director Sun, it's hundreds of millions. Are you going to be impulsive if I let you go?"

Just 5000 million, where did the hundreds of millions come from?
Sun Mingfang was confused, while Ding Licheng sighed: "Boss Lin, let me tell the truth: let alone hundreds of millions, even billions or tens of billions are useless... They are all very busy, just look at it, if we want to see something Just look, if you don’t look I will take the first step?”

The words are not nice to hear, but they are inspiring.

if not?
Before participating in the exhibition, an agreement was signed for everything, and even the selling price was set by the seller. Now that you have sold it, do you want to regret it?
There is no such reason. Even if the lawsuit goes to the United Nations, it cannot be won.

What should I do? Take it back?
With his size, Lei Ming could really lift him up like a chicken with one hand...

Li Ding'an shook his head and patted Lei Mingzhen on the shoulder: "Let's go!"

Lei Mingzhen immediately realized: That's right... You've taken a huge advantage, why don't you run away?

As he nodded, Li Ding'an picked up the painting.

"Is this how you take something worth 5000 million?"

"It's not that valuable...Teacher Sun, Teacher Ding, you guys should be busy first..."

After saying hello, he turned around and left...the oil painting was held in his hand casually, like a rag.

Watching them leave intently, it wasn't until Li Ding'an stepped onto the stairs that Lin Zixian realized: "Just...just leave like that?"

Can you still stop me from leaving?
We just met today, and Sun Mingfang was too lazy to comfort him: "Mr. Lin, have you brought anything?"

"Bring... bring it!"

Lin Zixian gritted his teeth, pointed to the bag on his shoulder, and took out his mobile phone, "But we have to wait a few minutes, and a friend will be here soon!"

There was a little time difference between the left and right, and Sun Mingfang nodded.

Ding Licheng rolled his eyes: Li Dingan was sentenced to death, what else is there to see?
If Ma Xianming hadn't interceded, he wouldn't have bothered to come...

While thinking about it, a woman's voice came from Lin Zixian's phone: "I'm here!"

Following the voice, the elevator door swung open, Qi Ying put away her mobile phone and came in.

Sun Mingfang didn't know her, but Ding Licheng knew who she was, but it was the first time he saw her, so he just nodded.

"Sister-in-law, let me introduce to you. This is Teacher Ding from the Forbidden City. This is Director Sun of the Shanghai Academy of Fine Arts. Gao Tu, the former president of the National Academy of Fine Arts, Xiang Zhiqing..."

"Trouble you two!"

"polite!"

"Where's the book?"

"In the bag!"

With a "squeak" sound, Lin Zixian opened the zipper and took out a wooden box.

The lid was opened, and there was an ancient book bound with thread inside.

"Commentary on Etiquette... Hey, it's still a manuscript. It looks quite old?"

Sun Mingfang suddenly became interested, and he carefully held out the book, without turning over it in a hurry. He first twisted the pages in the middle with his fingertips.

"Shu Xuan, the best quality green sandalwood is very clean... It's quite old, and it's not made in the future... Well, at least it's clear and above..."

As he muttered, he opened the cover again, and then his eyelids twitched fiercely: "Nine stacks of seal cuttings...Song version?"

Ding Licheng smiled and said: "Continue!"

"What are you going on...Old Ding, please see clearly: Secretary Provincial School Secretary, Song Dynasty official manuscript...if there are no problems, it can't be hundreds of millions?"

"I asked you to turn down!"

"What are you going to turn over... I'll look at these two seals first and then I'll tell you!"

"Don't worry, these are only two, there are more behind!"

"Ah... how do you know?"

Ding Licheng didn't say anything. He gently opened the book and turned the page.Then, Sun Mingfang leaned back: a whole page was actually covered with seals, without a single gap...

Good guy, are you a wholesaler?
Looking again, he let out a cold breath:
"Jixi Palace Treasure"... This is the seal of Emperor Lizong of the Southern Song Dynasty who collected books in the inner court, and was also used by the emperor.

"After Zhurong"... This is the seal of Duanzong's appreciation.

"The Treasure of Guangyun"... It was found in both the Ming and Qing dynasties, and was one of the imperial seals, but the one in the Qing Dynasty was one inch larger.

Therefore, this one was carved by Zhu Yuanzhang all the time.

"Five Blessings and Five Fortunes Hall Treasures", "Ancient Treasures of the Emperor"... from Qianlong.

As well as the remaining "Secretary of the Inner Palace", "Hanlin Academy of National History", "Wenyuan Pavilion", "Guozijian", etc., how can Sun Mingfang take care of them?
This is the Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties, all from one generation to the next...

I have studied calligraphy and painting for half a lifetime, and have authenticated many ancient books, but this is the first time I have seen one that was kept in the imperial court of four dynasties, appreciated by four emperors, and has so many imperial seals.

Maybe he has to add his teacher Xiang Zhiqing...I've definitely never seen him...

Sun Mingfang was completely stunned.

"Hahaha……"

This was the scene he had been waiting for. Ding Licheng laughed happily, "How about it? Do you feel like you are going blind?"

"No...why so many seals? Well, have you seen them before?"

"I won't come if you see me."

impossible!
How do you know that there are many seals behind, and when you see them, you are not curious at all?
At that moment, Sun Ming was so blessed that he thought: Why did Lin Zixian laugh at Li Ding'an when he saw him, making it clear that he had a quarrel before...

When Ding Licheng heard that the oil painting belonged to Lin Zixian, his eyes almost fell to the ground.

Lin Zixian also said before: Director Sun, there are hundreds of millions, can you calm down if I leave you alone?
If this book were true, wouldn't it be worth hundreds of millions?

Haha... Li Ding'an has authenticated it?
"what happened?"

"Take a good look, look at the seal first, and then talk about it when you get back!"

Why should we read the seal first?
Looking up in shock, Ding Licheng blinked slightly.

Just this look, let alone friends, even strangers can understand it. Sun Mingfang suddenly understood and lowered his head: "Okay!"

"Old Sun, don't just look with your eyes!"

"That's strange. Then what should I use to see it?"

"Magnifying glass!" Ding Licheng winked, "Let's shine another bright light..."

Understand, this is how Li Dingan sees it.

Sun Mingfang nodded sharply: "Oh, yes..."

The two old men were flirting with each other, but Lin Zixian didn't notice it at all and was still very excited: Curator Sun just said that the Song Dynasty manuscripts...

But Qi Ying wanted to cover her forehead: If you are so blind, who will do it if you don't?

No one spoke anymore, and Sun Mingfang looked at it very carefully. It took about ten minutes before he straightened up.

"Director Sun, is it okay?"

no problem?The problem is big...

Sun Mingfang thought about it and decided to speak bluntly: "The seal is wrong. The seals of the Song, Yuan and Ming dynasties were all made at the same time... Therefore, this is a fake!"

Suddenly, a smile froze on Lin Zixian's face: What is the difference between this and what Li Ding'an said?
"Sun...Director Sun...will you take another look?"

"I've been watching it for more than a quarter of an hour, how else can I watch it?"

"Ding...Teacher Ding, why don't you take a look again?"

"It's the same again...Mr. Lin, that's it for today. There are still things in the library..."

"No...you can't do this..."

What should that look like?
"Mr. Lin, that's it...goodbye!"

The two of them were unusually straightforward. When they turned around, Ding Licheng nodded towards Qi Ying again.

Qi Ying smiled: "Thank you!"

"polite!"

Before he finished speaking, another "pop" sound was heard, and the three of them turned their heads together: Lin Zixian was sitting on the ground, his eyes were dull, and there was no focus in his pupils.

Sun Mingfang and Ding Licheng looked at each other and shook their heads: "There are hundreds of millions of things, but Lin Zixian didn't faint on the spot, which is considered to be a very good psychological quality..."

Sighing, the two walked towards the elevator and whispered:
"What's Li Ding'an's conclusion?"

"You're almost like him!"

"impossible?"

Sun Mingfang was suspicious for a moment: Ask yourself, there is still a slight gap between him and Li Ding'an.

"I said it's almost the same, not exactly the same..."

"Be serious!"

"He said it was a fake copy of the Ming Dynasty." "It's almost the same. Judging from the aging of the paper and silk thread, it is not unreasonable to date it to the Ming Dynasty!"

"He said those seals were made during the Wanli period!"

"Ok?"

Sun Mingfang paused for a moment, "The traces of those seals are indeed a bit false. They are almost four to five hundred years old, dating to the Wanli period, which is just right!"

"The paper is made of snowflake paper, offered to the Emperor Chengxintang of the Southern Song Dynasty!"

"It's indeed a snowflake note... eh, Southern Song Dynasty? Oh, almost..."

Haha... Who just said that the age of the paper is Qing Dynasty or above?Come and do the math, how many years are there in between, is it still about the same?

The duck's mouth will be hard when it's cooked, okay, I'll let you get it right...

"The thread is made of Jili Lake white silk..."

"Yes, it's Bai Si... um, Jili Lake? Hmm... almost the same!"

"Mo is Pan Gu's eight pine smoke..."

what?
This time, Sun Mingfang finally did not dare to say "almost".

All he could see was that it was good Hui ink, quite old, but like paper, it could be dated to the Qing dynasty or above at most.

Li Ding'an is good, not only must it be from the Southern Song Dynasty, but he even knows who made it?
"Also...the seals of the Qing Dynasty are all correct, including Qianlong's Taishang Baosou, so this book is half fake and half fake..."

What?
The elevator door opened, but Sun Mingfang stopped outside the car, as if he had forgotten how to lift his feet.

There is also such a saying as half false and half false... No, if the seal of the Qing Dynasty is real, isn't it half true and half false?
It was like playing a movie in my mind, the red page appeared, and Qianlong's two seals seemed to have wings, flying around in front of my eyes.

It does look real, but which of those fake seals doesn't look real?

They were all sure that the previous Seven Directions Seal was a fake seal. Due to inertia, there were certainly problems with the rest.Unless the real seal is placed in front of one's eyes and compared stroke by stroke, trace by trace, who can be so sure?
But Li Dingan dared.

Seeing that he was stupid, Ding Licheng smiled strangely again, "He is very sure that this is Xiang Molin's fake work!"

Xiang Molin... Good guy, this is more difficult, not much easier than finding a needle in a haystack...

Sun Mingfang was completely stunned: "How did he judge?"

Ding Licheng spread his hands: "God knows!"

"Monster?"

"Are you kidding? We just did a comparative analysis of the images yesterday afternoon. Whether it is paper, ink marks, handwriting, seals, silk threads, etc., there is no difference between it and Xiang Molin's fake copy collected in the Forbidden City..."

"Oh, you have Xiang Molin's forgeries, and there are quite a few... Oh, no: the Forbidden City also has a database, why doesn't Mr. Lin send it for energy dispersion analysis?"

"Do you think Li Ding'an didn't remind him?" Ding Licheng lowered his voice, "This book was probably leaked from the Forbidden City a few years ago. Would you go if it were your place?"

Sun Mingfang's eyes widened and he didn't dare to ask.

In a daze, he followed him into the elevator. Ding Licheng clicked the button and said with a joking look on his face: "Is it pretty much the same now?"

"What's the same? Not... are you teasing me with me?"

"Nonsense, why don't Li Ding'an have more, just like me... Is there anything I dare not admit?"

"Who said I dare not admit it...I just can't figure out how he developed his eyesight?"

"How old is he when he is practicing with a hammer? But geniuses are like this, like Lin... Well, let's talk about it when we get back..."

The sound became smaller and smaller, and as the elevator closed, it made a "bang" sound.
Lin Zixian was excited, as if waking up from a dream: "They know each other and have a very good relationship... so it must have been negotiated... Yes, it was negotiated..."

After being in prison for several years, your mind has become confused?

Qi Ying sighed sadly: "Would you do it if it were you?"

Lin Zixian was stunned and speechless.

There is not a penny of benefit, but it depends on the efforts of the first half of life and the future of the second half of life. What do you want?
"Time is running out, don't delay! Otherwise, don't go abroad by then. You won't even be able to buy a plane ticket!"

"Sister-in-law, please give me some more time..."

"Two years?"

Qi Ying shook his head and walked straight to the elevator: "Remember, there is still one week!"

Fuck you for a week…

Suddenly, Lin Zixian's eyes turned red again, staring at Qi Ying's back and gritting his teeth: You only want [-] million for something worth more than one billion?

go dreaming...

……

"5000 million... You only spent 40. Is it the same as picking it up for free?"

Lei Mingzhen followed behind Li Ding'an with a gleaming look in his eyes, "When will I earn so much? Oh no, minus two zeros, just 50..."

"I'll make a profit just by picking up a small leak. I'll teach you and you won't learn?"

"There are three big volumes of porcelain information alone, thicker than the Oxford dictionary? Not counting calligraphy and painting, jades, miscellaneous items... Forget it now, I almost vomit from memorizing things... Are there any simple ones that don't require a lot of brain work? Spend your time and get the money faster?”

Li Ding'an thought for a while: "Yes!"

"what?"

"Look up...then!"

Lei Mingzhen raised his head and then froze.

Hey guys, Bank of China?

Are you kidding me?

Lei Mingzhen started to roll up his sleeves, and Li Ding'an ran out seven or eight steps early.After chasing him, he circled back.

Chen Jingshu was quite envious: "You two have such a good relationship!"

"No, it's made of real money... If you don't believe it, ask him how much money he cheated me out of when I was in school? Others used ghostwriting to do their homework, and they calculated it by article and chapter, but he did it by sentence and word? "

"Then why don't you find someone else?"

Lei Mingzhen said matter-of-factly: "No one else can do it?"

"Hahaha..." Chen Jingshu smiled so unhappy.

Then, Lei Mingzhen started to talk about Li Ding'an's embarrassing things when he was in school: he would lead his classmates to sit-in in the cafeteria to protest that the food was too unpalatable.Or take your classmates to the office building to confront the principal and complain about the incompetence of the college leadership: The equipment in the gymnasium and sports center is outdated and they are not being replaced?
Anyway, this is not an ordinary thorn in the side. In the words of the principal: I have been teaching for most of my life, and I have never seen such a naughty and mischievous boy with so many ideas...

Or he was trying to trick his classmates out of money... It's not a scam, it's just too shady: asking someone else to write an essay costs a hundred, but I need two hundred.

What, it’s too expensive, then you can find someone else... The problem is that you can’t get through it with someone else?
Chen Jingshu sometimes smiled, sometimes laughed, and there was a trace of doubt in her eyes: It felt like... he wasn't just as enthusiastic about money at that time?

She thought for a while and carefully selected her words: "Were you...a little nervous at that time?"

"You're talking about money, right... where is it? My grandparents, uncles and aunts all have jobs, and Li Jianjian's monthly living expenses are definitely more than most of his classmates!"

Lei Mingzhen laughed "Haha", "Common leader, you must not develop the masses, otherwise where will the foundation be? It is no exaggeration, there are more than 100 restaurants of various sizes in the four gates of the First Division, and he is not a VIP in any of them!"

Haha... So you invited your classmates to dinner?

"Are there many female classmates who like him?"

"More than just a few?" Lei Mingzhen actually nodded, "That's a normal college, and it's ranked number one in the country. There are no more girls than us... He's such a pretty boy, and he's so pushy, can you imagine? The problem is that Shi Leizi’s head can’t be drilled open, and he doesn’t have a clear idea..."

"Hahaha……"

"You talk a lot?"

After kicking him, Lei Mingzhen ran away with a "whoosh".Li Ding'an looked at his watch again, "It's getting late, why don't you go eat first!"

"Okay, I'll treat you as promised. What would Zhen want to eat?"

Tsk, is this what Azhen called?
Lei Mingzhen bared his teeth: "Whatever, I don't choose... Just don't be worse than Li Jianjian's craftsmanship!"

Do you still call it picky?

"You can only listen to half of his words, just the first two words: Whatever..."

Chen Jingshu was startled, and then started to laugh again: I felt very happy, I haven't been so relaxed for a long time.

Just as he was about to make a reservation at the restaurant, Li Ding'an's phone rang first.

He took a look: Secretary Tao, who is this?
After thinking for a while, Li Ding'an had some impression: last time the district leader and many experts visited the school, the person sitting next to the leader...

"Hello, Director Tao!"

"Ah... are you going to let me rest for a few days?"

Li Ding'an was stunned: Is there such a good thing?

"Think too much, how is it possible? Director Tao misunderstood, I really don't have any ideas..."

"Approximately how long? Not necessarily... Oh well..."

After only saying a few words, Li Ding'an hung up the phone and took a long breath: he was finally liberated.

Lei Mingzhen came over again: "What's wrong?"

"It should be...well, fired!"

"What...is there something wrong with your school's brain?"

"What's wrong with your brain? It's not the school, it's the exhibition..."

Lei Mingzhen was stunned, and then said "ha", "It's indeed no problem, but I must have been kicked by a donkey..."

(End of this chapter)