Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

Wang Yongqian didn't dare to blink and stared at the screen closely.

Before he was transferred to the ministry, he first worked in the Security Inspection Department of the Supervision Department of the Cultural Relics Bureau, and then in the Collection Management Department of the Museum and Social Cultural Relics Department. He has not only dealt with major cultural and museum institutions, but also has long-term supervision and inspection of art collections and auction markets.

Therefore, I cannot say that he is an expert, but at least he can name more than 90% of the cultural relics at a glance, and can tell the approximate origin and provenance, and he also knows how valuable they are.

Among the copper coins, silver ingots and gold coins on the ground, which one is not a rare treasure, and which one is not rare? Who doesn't think about it day and night, and dream about it but can't get it?

But here, they are scattered here and there, thrown on the ground like garbage?

"Bastard!"

He Anbang and Ma Xianming were stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Fortunately, this is a desert area, there is little moisture in the air, and there is no moisture on the shallow surface. Otherwise, I don’t know what the rust will be like, and it will become garbage if not garbage...

"Why didn't Li Ding'an bring out a few pieces?" Ma Xianming pinched his chin, "Just Chunhua Jinbao, one piece is equivalent to a four-ring apartment?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? He wants to make money, and there are many ways to do it, so why take the risk? You think so, Wang Chu!"

Wang Yongqian was helpless: Are you two playing the oboe?
But if you ask yourself, you really have to admire Li Ding'an: He picked up a gold coin, just looked at it casually for a few times, and then threw it back...threw it back?
Not to mention ordinary people, just him, He Anbang and Ma Xianming, didn't their subconscious grab a handful and put them in their pockets?

Of course, it would be best if no one discovered it. Even if it were discovered: I am engaged in archaeological research and I am a nationally renowned treasure appraisal expert. I saw some rare cultural relics. Is there any problem with taking them back for study?

No problem at all……

Wang Yongqian didn't bother to say anything to them, and stared at the screen: Li Ding'an walked to the box containing gold, silver and copper coins, took a casual look, and walked in again.

Yu Huiyin held up her mobile phone and when the light shone on it, it seemed that the floor was covered with silk fabrics, tattered and stranded.

"What are these, clothes?"

"The clothes must be wrinkled, don't they look like it? They should be made of silk..."

"The quality of Yuan silk is very average. If it is Song silk, it has some research value!"

"It would be better if it were calligraphy and painting."

"Don't think about it. If it were calligraphy and painting, who would be willing to tear it into pieces like this?"

Before he finished speaking, Li Dingan took off half a piece of colored silk from the corner of the box.

The three of them were stunned. What was on it: strange rocks, lotus ponds, grass, egrets, lotus pods, dragonflies, crickets, and mandarin ducks?
What did you just say?

It would be great if it were calligraphy and painting...

If it were calligraphy and painting, who would be willing to tear it into pieces like this?

Not even three seconds have passed?

He Anbang clicked on the screen and the video paused. If you look carefully, it seems that it is not a painting book, but a weaving book?

Orimoto painting?
The so-called laymen watch the excitement, and the experts watch the door. It just so happens that they are all experts: counting from the Yuan Dynasty, it has been seven or eight hundred years now. But the color is still bright and the texture is still flexible, which shows the quality of the silk.

Looking at the weaver again, the mountains are mountains, the water is water, the birds are birds, the insects are insects... The scenery has its own shape, the colors are distinct, and there is not even a thread missing?
It can be seen that the needlework is ingenious and the technology is excellent?

"It's definitely a brocade weaving painting!" Ma Xianming waved his hand decisively, "If not, will I eat it?"

"This thing is definitely Song Dynasty silk tapestry. Can you afford it?" He Anbang said "ha", "Look, does it look similar to the piece of silk tapestry that Li Ding'an picked up from outside? Tsk, the key to this painting is , Why does it look more and more familiar to me?"

Wang Yongqian nodded: "It's not just a resemblance, it's exactly the same... I can't tell, that mandarin duck was torn off from here... Don't tell me, it looks familiar to me."

"It looks familiar to me too!" Ma Xianming held his chin, "This must be based on the painting and then woven into it, so there must be an original painting... Think about it, have we seen it somewhere?"

"If the three of us have seen it, it is definitely not an unknown object. It may have been auctioned, or it may be a collection of some museum... um, a collection?"

He Anbang suddenly said: "The "Suckling Duck in the Lotus Pond" from the Shanghai Museum..."

Ma Xianming and Wang Yongqian were stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized: They should have remembered it a long time ago!
It is not a painting on silk, but a painting on brocade. How many of them are there in the world?

Moreover, the weaving is so fine and there are very few of them, so the impression is naturally more profound.

Looking at it now, isn’t it exactly the same as the one in Shanghai Expo?
Good guy, that one is the treasure of Shanghai Expo...

"I remember the one at the Shanghai Expo, from the inner court of the Northern Song Dynasty?"

"Yes, when weaving it, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty even wrote a poem about it."

"What about this one?"

He Anbang gritted his teeth: "Do you still need to say it?"

Ma Xianming and Wang Yongqian sighed heavily.

The Feng Shui array here, compared with Qinglong Mountain and the ancient city of Hunshan, it is not surprising that a Song Dynasty palace brocade woven book appears here.

Comparing it to Zhou Zhi before, there is no need to doubt whether it is true or not.

But something that can be regarded as the treasure of Shanghai Expo is like a rag, torn into tatters and strands?
What a waste...

"Who tore it?"

"God knows?"

"What about the remaining half?"

"Maybe it's still on the ground..." He Anbang clicked on the video, "Look, Li Ding'an picked it up? Alas, it doesn't seem to be..." Of course not: "Pictures of Ducklings in the Lotus Pond" is a woven version, and this half of it was picked up by Li Ding'an. , but it became a picture book?
"Landscape in ink on silk... He Museum, Ma Institute, is this painting okay?"

More than that?
The water color of the river and the sky, the clouds and mists are dim, the mountains and mountains appear and disappear, the Tingzhu River Bridge...the composition is clearly layered, the coloring details are rich, and the landscape is full of real and natural feeling.

Let’s look at the technique: the moss is very dense, as rough as linen, with varying shades and extreme changes... it must be the work of a famous artist.

"Who painted it?"

"I can't tell...but there is a seal here: Treasure of Jixi...Is this the treasure of Jixi Palace in the Southern Song Dynasty?"

"Jixi Palace is nothing! Did you see: Baojin's calligraphy seal... This is Mi Fu's top-grade seal. Calligraphy and painting by non-famous artists are not good... Well, there is also a postscript? No, this is an inscription..."

He Anbang's eyes widened: "Beiyuan Deputy Envoy Dong Yuanhua...this...Dong Yuan?"

Ma Xianming and Wang Yongqian were also stunned: Dong Yuan of the Northern Song Dynasty?

Suddenly, they felt that the previous "Picture of Breast Duck in Lotus Pond" was just like that?

This is Dong Yuan, the first family in the Northern Song Dynasty.

For his "Stream Bank Picture", the largest Metropolitan Museum in the United States dedicated a hall.

And how many of his works exist in the world?

In the past, there were probably not thousands of paintings, but at least hundreds of them. But since infrared technology and quantum technology have been applied to the identification of cultural relics, the answer is that there is only one: "Stream Bank Picture" collected by the Metropolitan Museum of Art in the United States.

The rest include "Evening Scene on the River Embankment" collected in the National Palace Museum in Taipei, "Chongting in the Cold Forest" from Japan, "Summer Mountain" from the Shanghai Museum of Art, "Waiting for Ferry at Xiajing Mountain Pass" from the Liaoning Museum, etc., all of which are from the Yuan Dynasty. Ming Dynasty forgery.

Among them is the "Xiaoxiang Picture" in the Forbidden City, which was identified as a forgery by Dong Qichang. There is also the Taipei painting "Evening Scene on the River Embankment", which was later proven to be Zhang Daqian's imitation.

Even so, these forgeries are all regarded as treasures by museums, not to mention Dong Yuan's authentic works?
He Anbang took a deep breath, took out his cell phone, and called Li Ding'an: "Is that painting by Dong Yuan an authentic work or a forgery?"

"Fake? You don't even think about it, is a fake qualified to be here? Oh, I understand, you haven't finished reading it yet, right? It's okay, watch slowly, surprises are yet to come..."

"I'm surprised at your size... This is Dong Yuan's original work. Was it torn into pieces like that?"

"Sad? It's okay, there will be even more sadness later!"

Li Ding'an could already imagine He Anbang's expression when he saw the remaining paintings.

Half of Dong Yuan's original works are nothing, there are more on the ground: Huang Tingjian, Su Shi, Cai Xiang, Mi Fu, Ouyang Xiu, Fan Zhong'an, Yan Shu... Which one is not a famous artist, which one is not an authentic work, and which one is not tattered?
He laughed "hahaha", and He Anbang wanted to curse, "Is there half a picture left?"

"I didn't have time to look for it."

He Anbang choked and didn't know what to say.

Li Ding'an almost died, how can you blame him for not looking for the remaining half of the painting?
Not to mention leaders, no individual can do such a thing...

"Can you deduce who tore it apart?"

"Where is the need for inference? Look carefully: are there paw prints on the scroll? Of course it's a bear... Of course, those on the ground are not all torn by bears. There are also teeth marks of wolves and lynxes, and smaller ones include gerbils. , Sand Lizard..."

"I know... take a good rest!"

After hanging up the phone, He Anbang spread his hands: "Did you hear that?"

Of course I heard it: there are not only bears there, but also wolves, lynxes, and smaller mice and lizards...

This is how the "Picture of Suckling Duck in the Lotus Pond" and Dong Yuan's original painting were damaged.

Wang Yongqian's heart couldn't help but tremble: In 2016, Dong Yuan's paintings in major museums were identified as fakes one after another, and "Stream Bank" by the Metropolitan Museum of Art in the United States was the only authentic one that survived.

Then, Shanghai Museum racked its brains and tried its best to reach a cooperation with the Metropolitan Museum, and "Stream Bank Picture" was exhibited in China for the first time. Not to mention how many twists and turns were spent in the middle, and how much effort the relevant departments secretly exerted, let’s talk about the money spent: I can buy several authentic paintings of Dong Qichang.

Suddenly, a picture appeared here... Oh, it's only half a picture for the time being, and even half a picture can fill the gap in the country.

The question is, is this thing abroad now?

And if you just let it go, what kind of bite will you get?
It is estimated that half of the remaining half of the frame will be enough...

The three people looked at each other, no one said anything, but they all knew: get it back, you must get it back...

He Anbang took a breath and clicked on the video again. Yu Huiyin's exclamation came from inside, and the three people's hearts began to beat rapidly. "Li Ding'an, look at it... Look at it: "Hanmo with the surname Mi"... Mi Fu Seal?”

"I saw."

"Authentic?"

"Of course it's authentic!"

"You...you...why aren't you surprised?" Yu Huiyin trembled with his lips and tongue, "Li Ding'an, this...is this "Shu Su Tie"?"

What the hell?
The three people pounced forward.

A piece of white silk, a little over one meter long, has many words written on it: Green pines are strong and upright, people bow in shame at night... The words are not generally good, the pen is full and full, and the power penetrates the back of the paper.

Next to it is the square seal mentioned by Yu Huiyin, and below it is the postscript: Yuanyou Wuchen, September 23rd, Xitang Mifu Ji.

Look further down, a good family sentence, "Meiyang Su Shi"

And the popular saying "ha ha" has been circulating for nearly a thousand years.

Mi Fu's authentic work, Su Shi's inscription and postscript, or "Shu Su Tie"?
Li Ding'an didn't even frown... (End of chapter)