Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

"Professor Xiang, was it Zhang Hanguang who tipped you off?"

"It has nothing to do with him. It's your teacher. He said there were paintings of Bada Shanren, so we came!"

impossible.

Bada Shanren's paintings are quite valuable, but they are not very rare. There are hundreds of them handed down from generation to generation, and the three old professors have long since disliked seeing them.

The Forbidden City and the National Museum also have more than a dozen paintings each, and He Anbang and Lu Benzhi are also rare.

Even Ma Xianming and Yang Lichuan didn't have to make a trip. For the sake of verification, they could just send the team leader and deputy team leader to take a look.

So, I came here for the treasure.

Forget it, just watch it!

Li Ding'an sighed and opened the basement door, and a group of people filed in.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, the three old professors stared at the pillars, and He Anbang even stretched his head to take a look inside.

The remaining few people's eyes shone brightly and they gathered around.

The floor height is four meters, and the pillars are also four meters. They are not very wide, about 1.56 meters. There are three layers of bricks on each side, leaving only 50 or 60 centimeters of hollow space in the middle, but it cannot hold up the hidden things.

Looking again, there is nothing inside except rotten bricks, rotten bricks.

He Anbang turned on the flashlight and looked up and down for a long time: "Where are the things?"

Li Ding'an wanted to be as innocent as possible: "What?"

Of course gold and silver...

His lips moved, and he was about to say something when Uncle Chen stopped him again: "Don't worry, let's look at the painting first!"

"Okay, let's look at the painting first!"

He Anbang scratched his forehead, looking puzzled: Where could he hide in just one night?

It's not hidden at all, it's just in a few boxes next to it. The lids of the boxes are not tightly closed, and the silver light is still exposed.

But Lao He was in the dark under the lamp and couldn't see it with his eyes open.

Secretly amused, Li Dingan led them inside.

It's a bit messy: boxes are scattered everywhere, but things are not thrown around, and they are even sorted, but they are numerous and miscellaneous.

Monks' robes, cassocks, scriptures, rubbings, magical instruments... piled next to each other, piled randomly inside.

Four sacrificial utensils, Deng, Dou, Gui and Wei, all made of iron, are placed on the other side.

The color is jet black, with a hint of blue in the black, just like the incense burner in the Taoist hall: it has been used for at least a hundred years.

Looking at the statues of gods, such as Patriarch Jing and True Lord Xuanwu... Li Dingan didn't need to explain at all. Everyone present knew who these two were.

It means that from Zhu Yuanzhang to Chongzhen, there were many emperors in the sixteenth generation of the Ming Dynasty. What is this if not the Zhu family ancestral temple?

Several people looked at the boxes next to them. They didn't know what was inside with the lids on. There were more than twenty bags and boxes on them.

Yes, the treatment is much better than the two blue and red gifts above, at least they are not used as table legs...

Unlock the lock and press the spring button. With a "collapse" sound, the lid of the box automatically pops up, with a scroll lying in the middle.

Xiang Zhiqing put on his gloves first and then took out the painting.

The standing statue on silk is extremely well preserved, with clear coloring and overall coordination. The clothing lines are rigorous and smooth, the brushwork is concise, and the image is three-dimensional and distinctive.

The only bad thing is that his face is too ferocious. Huineng, the sixth ancestor of Zen Buddhism, is painted like Zhong Kui?

"The pen and ink are concise, in line with the Eight Great Masters, and the writing style is rough and sharp. Niu Shihui is undoubtedly the author of the pen!"

Xiang Zhiqing made the final decision, and Yang Lichuan nodded frequently.

These two are the authorities in the field of calligraphy and painting in China. If they make a conclusion, others will naturally not question it.

Yang Lichuan unfolded the second picture. This one is a statue of Daoxin, with a stern expression and a fierce look on his face, and his painting technique is as good as any.

"It's still Niu Shihui!"

He handed it to Yang Lichuan and put it back into the bag. Xiang Zhiqing opened the third picture: "Bright face, white teeth, red lips, pink cheeks... heavy makeup, green and scarlet, gorgeous but not vulgar, elegant appearance... Authentic work of Tang Yin !”

Ma Xianming bared his teeth and smiled: "Maybe we can make billions!"

Li Ding'an glared at him: How many billions?

Rumors are spreading all over the Internet that Tang Bohu's authentic "Album of Falling Flower Poems" collected by the Princeton University Museum in the United States has been valued at US$13 billion by an auction agency, which is equivalent to nearly 100 billion yuan.

This is nonsense. The original copy is stored in the Suzhou Museum. Where did the second copy come from in the United States?

It is also said that in 2013, Sotheby's auctioned Tang Yin's vertical scroll "Waterfall Viewing on Mount Lushan" in New York. The bidding started at US$3 million and was finally sold for US$5.9 million, which was RMB billion plus handling fees.

But that painting is still hanging in the National Palace Museum in Bay Island. Even Su Fubi himself is wondering: I didn't take the picture?

In fact, these two fake news were concocted by collection institutions eager to acquire Tang Yin's paintings.

So far, Tang Bohu's most expensive painting is "Moon Spring Scroll", which was auctioned by Baoli Autumn in 2017 for million plus commission.

The center of the painting is only three feet square, but the inscriptions and postscripts are one and a half times as large: Zhu Zhishan inscribed 264, Wen Zhengming wrote fifty-nine, and each of them left two seals.

Everyone who knows how famous these two are knows that calligraphy is more expensive than paintings. The price of calligraphy works is basically three times that of paintings of the same size.

Zhu Zhishan was a little bit worse. Last year, he auctioned a painting called "Long Scroll in Cursive Script" with nearly 1,000 words, which was sold for 30 million yuan, with an average price of 30,000 yuan per word.

Wen Zhengming's calligraphy works cost five or six times: "Miscellaneous Poems" in running script was sold for over 80 million, plus handling fees of nearly 100 million. It has a total of 670 words, and each word costs 140,000.

Of course, this calculation is unfair, but to be fair: without the inscriptions and postscripts of these two people, the price of "Moon Spring Scroll" would have shrunk by at least 30%. That's 50 to 60 million.

This painting is Tang Yin's best figure painting, and the price should be slightly higher, but from the perspective of "Portrait of Zhu Chenhao and his wife, Prince Ning of the Ming Dynasty", it is 100% considered a "major figure in history and has important historical research value". A proper first-class cultural relic.

It cannot be sold, and the valuation is also in vain...

Yang Lichuan put it back again, and Xiang Zhiqing opened the fourth picture, and then he was stunned.

Knowing that they had discovered something even more amazing, the others rushed forward.

A portrait without any background is exactly the same as the illustrations of people in Chinese language books long ago: a monk wearing a bamboo hat is painted on white and yellowish silk.

It is titled "Little Portrait of Buyu". Of course I don't know who Buyu is.

The three-party seal: silent, plowing the mountain, bumping but not reaching the top... I have never heard of it.

The problem is that it is too recognizable. Whether it is clothing, facial features, or facial expressions, it is 80% similar to the "Small Statue of Geshan" collected by the Palace Museum.

Even Chen Jingshu could recognize it at a glance, let alone them?

Looking at the technique and brushstrokes, they are completely different from that one:

The clothes are wrinkled like a sword and sharp like a knife. The beard looks like hemp, criss-crossed, and the holes are scattered and dense...axe splitting, hemping, and rice cracking are classic techniques in landscape painting, but they are used to paint figures, and only Bada Shanren has done this. .

The writing is concise and concise, with both form and spirit. He cherishes ink like gold, his writing skills are skillful and sophisticated, and his desolation and loneliness appear vividly on the paper. Just as Zheng Banqiao commented: There are not many ink spots but many tears, and the mountains and rivers are still the same as before...

Yang Lichuan looked at it for a long time and let out a long sigh: "The one in the Forbidden City was painted by his friend Huang Ping'an, but this one is not!"

"Definitely not... look here!" Xiang Zhiqing pointed to the title "I did this for me!"

Painted it yourself?

Looking at the time again, "I was fifty-one years old", which was three years after he asked Huang Ping'an to paint "Small Portrait of Geshan", so it was most likely based on that painting.

The key point is the first half of the sentence: Passing by Zizhao, the family is well-off... It is generally accepted by the historians that the people of Badashan have no descendants, so how can we say this?

All overthrown.

Wu Xiang is quite busy...

Xiang Zhiqing continued to scroll down: Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Di, Zhu Quan, Chongzhen, Empress Ma, Empress Xu, Empress Zhou... seven more.

If we only talk about economic value: there are more than 300 handed down works by Bada Shanren, and there are more than 100 auction records alone, with the highest being more than 100 million, and the lowest being more than 30 million.

There is no postscript or title on the painting, so it is difficult to deduce the specific time of creation. However, judging from the painting style, it is no earlier than "Silent Portrait". It should have been painted after the age of 50, which was already the period of creation.

Anyway, no matter how you estimate it, it won't be lower than Tang Yin's painting.

However, by the same token, these seven paintings are all portraits. From the perspective of historical research, it is no longer a matter of how much they are worth...

Xiang Zhiqing put away the last painting and hesitated for a long time.

Others had similar expressions, wanting to say something but not knowing how.

Li Ding'an smiled casually: "Don't worry, I'm not planning to sell it!"

Everyone looked relieved and let out a sigh of relief.

He Anbang was relieved and patted Li Ding'an on the shoulder: "Just don't sell it, it made me worry all night!"

"Even if I want to sell it, someone has to dare to buy it!"

Li Ding'an was both moved and puzzled: "You traveled thousands of miles just to persuade me?"

"More than that..." He Anbang looked around, "Tell me first, where is the treasure?"

Li Ding'an deliberately teased him: "Isn't this enough?"

"Hurry up... I'm talking about gold and silver ingots!"

"Haha...did you tell me earlier?"

Li Ding'an lifted up the bag box and opened it: a half-meter square wooden box with egg-sized silver ingots piled to the top.

He Anbang perked up and picked up one.

The top is round and the bottom is flat. It is made of silver steamed buns from the Qing Dynasty. It has a warm color and is silver-grey all over. It is smooth on five sides and has a fine honeycomb shape at the bottom.

There are stamps engraved on the top: from right to left: June of the third year of Jiaqing, Jiangxi Guanyin, No. 1 Shiliang, Nanchang County.

There is no patina, and it is very bright. At first glance, it looks like a fake.

There is no need to doubt whether it is true or false, and there is no need to identify it. He Anbang threw it away and picked up the second one.

Square, standard Jiangxi twelve square treasures, stamped as Anfu County official silver in the first year of Daoguang.

Picking up the third ingot, it became the horseshoe silver of Wanzai County again.

Looking into the box again, there are twelve official ingots of different shapes and similar sizes.

It's worth a little money, maybe two or three thousand, or more expensive, forty or fifty thousand. This box should contain two or three hundred ingots, and there are two boxes next to it, which are also full.

It's quite a lot. If it goes up for auction, you can still get two to three million, but to say it's a treasure... doesn't seem to be relevant?

He Anbang asked lazily and opened the second box.

This time it is much bigger, all fifty taels, including Yongzheng boat-shaped ingots, Qianlong horseshoe silver, Jiaqing fangbao, and archway ingots that were only available during the Guangxu period.

They are all about the size of a fist, and can be supplied in a box, but compared to the three boxes just now, the price is only higher but not lower.

The lowest price is the Qianlong horseshoe silver. Because he reigned for a long time and the ingot shape is the most common, one ingot costs only 70,000 to 80,000 yuan. Jiaqing Fangbao is slightly better, with auction transaction records of more than 200,000 yuan. The most expensive ones are Yongzheng official silver and archway ingots, which cost as much as one million and as little as 700,000 or 800,000.

Counting it carefully... the general agent can touch a hundred tablets, which is not bad!

After opening the third mouthful, He Anbang nodded: It finally looked like a treasure.

Everyone else's eyes couldn't help but squint: it was yellow and shiny, with gold pins, gold cakes, and similar enamel codes, as well as a waist shape that was wide at both ends and thin in the middle.

The small one is like the belly of a finger, which is only one or two taels, and the big one is like a fist, which is the standard one hundred taels of gold ingots. The shapes are different, and the inscriptions are also diverse: blessing, longevity, happiness, loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, righteousness, as well as stamps such as peace and well-being.

"Privately cast?"

"if not?"

Regardless of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the government did not cast gold ingots, and the private sector could only cast them privately.

The value of cultural relics is not high, it is only two or three times higher than the value of gold itself. In terms of value, it is not as good as the box of fifty taels of official silver from the Qing Dynasty just now...

Li Ding'an opened the fourth mouthful, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief: Ming Dynasty Yuanbao, forty-eight taels of official silver.

Five years ago, the China Court Network published a case: a certain cultural relics department in a certain city received a report that farmers in a certain county dug out treasures from their homesteads while building a house. Staff rushed to the scene and confiscated more than ten ingots of Ming Dynasty Yuanbao on the spot. , some silver coins and copper coins.

About half a year later, the ingot was returned, claiming it was a fake.

The farmer had a gut feeling that something was fishy, ​​so he took it to a local institution to test it. The result was that it was newly cast. The casting period was no more than three months, and it was made old with potion.

Then, the silver ingot swap case was revealed that shocked the whole country.

At that time, the judicial department specially invited experts to determine the value of the case, and each ingot was valued at two million.

Here, there is a full box, or even a few hundred tablets...

But for some reason, He Anbang always felt that something was missing: Is this the so-called Ning Wang Chongbao?

After thinking about it carefully, I figured it out: Five or six boxes of gold and silver are not worth a few paintings?

Not to mention such a big ancient house?

"that is all?"

There must be more than that. In addition to gold and silver, there are also two boxes of pearls, but they are already very yellow and gray. Every touch is gray...

After thinking for a moment, Li Ding'an sighed: It's been so long...

He looked around and lifted a wooden box from the side of the silver box.

It's a classic thing from the 1970s and 1980s. The surface of the box is decorated with auspicious patterns of dragons and phoenixes, and the iron plate lock has been twisted into two parts.

Opening the lid of the box, you can see that one wooden grid is next to another, criss-crossing each other. Each grid is stuffed with cotton, and it is covered with a layer. I don't know what it contains.

"It has a sense of age. If we keep it for a few decades, this box will become a cultural relic."

Joking casually, Ma Xianming tore off a piece of cotton, took another look, and leaned back sharply.

What's this?

The yellow light is bright, the bottom is square, about the size of a palm, but very thin, only three centimeters.

There is a turtle lying on it...

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, twisted the turtle button and lifted it up.

Four seal scripts in Yangwen: The treasure of King Ning.

He Anbang was right next to him. He was so excited that his hands were faster than electricity.

One square...two squares...three squares...

Prince Ning’s golden album… Concubine Lou’s jade album… The Crown Prince’s silver album…

What the hell is this treasure... (End of chapter)