super right hand

(Second update, the tiger doesn't talk much, and continues to code)

"Nimma, how could this happen?"

Jiang Hao frowned depressingly, fell into deep thought, and carefully recalled all kinds of fake techniques that he remembered or heard before. He could almost conclude that the painting in front of him was [-]% fake.

"what happened?"

Jiang Hao was shocked at the moment, because in the detailed introduction on the Appraisal Technique page in front of him at this moment, there were more than a dozen age figures about the time judgment of ancient paintings, the oldest age record and the latest age. There is a difference of nearly 50 years in the middle of the record!

And the most strange thing is that the age of the ancient painting is indeed from the Yuan Dynasty, which made Jiang Hao at a loss!

"How can there be so many age judgments in one painting?" Jiang Hao looked at the ancient painting carefully again, and on the surface of the ancient painting in the appraisal interface, numbers representing the age of the painting appeared densely, which made him see Dazzled, even more upset!

"what 's the truth."

Jiang Hao frowned deeply, and fell into deep thought. What is certain is that the ancient painting that the Song family wants to trade is fake. Although his age is judged to be from the Yuan Dynasty, an ancient painting can only have one age. It's as if a person has only one age, and it's impossible to pop out more than a dozen digital ages at once, which is completely inconsistent with the basis.

Moreover, the age difference between ancient paintings is nearly 50 years, and it takes 50 years to paint a painting. It is estimated that the painter will burp before the painting is finished. Don’t forget that Huang Wanggong only started painting in his fifties!

However, he racked his brains, and his head was about to explode, but he still couldn't figure out how the whole ancient painting was made, and the imitation was so similar. It is estimated that in the world, except for him who has identification skills, I am afraid that outsiders It's really hard to tell.

But the problem is that he is the only one who knows that the painting is fake. He clearly knows that the painting in front of him is a high imitation and realistic fake painting, but he has no way to expose it, because he can't tell how the painting is made!

Could it be that he just watched Jiang Yuan pay for the painting?Jiang Hao was aware of his lack of knowledge, and he was very unwilling to be deceived by Jiang's family, but he really had no choice. Even if he said he could identify, others would think he was sick and talking nonsense!

"True or false can be judged in three seconds, and you are not afraid of flashing your tongue when you say big words." Song Hualiang sneered at the corner of his mouth, looked at Jiang Hao, whose expression was constantly changing, and looked very anxious with his eyebrows crossed. The painting is finished.

"The judgment is over?" Jiang Zhongshan saw that Jiang Hao just touched his finger and left. It is probably just like what Jiang Hao said, the three-second touch time, this way of not even opening the painting, could it be? Also called identification?

Jiang Yuan is the most sensible one, and it is impossible to mess around on such an important occasion. Mr. Jiang Zhongshan decided to wait patiently, hoping that Jiang Hao, who was stunned and shocked at the moment, could give a convincing result. .

"Yeah." Jiang Hao bit the bullet and nodded respectfully. The old man has been able to bear it until now, which is considered a big belly, but he really has no way to explain it to others!

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Sein Fei glanced at Jiang Hao, who was in a trance, a little hard to say, and seemed to be thinking about how to answer the question, with a smug expression on the corner of his mouth.

A small person is a small person, and I was so frightened by a single sentence that I became like this bear. I didn't even dare to look at the content of the painting carefully, and even dared to say that I am an appraiser. If I brag about this, Jiang Zhongshan can't stand it. Waiting with temper, I am so confused!

"Any questions?"

Jiang Yuan noticed the strangeness in Jiang Hao's expression. She was the only one who had seen Jiang Hao's power. He really believed that Jiang Hao had the ability to judge the value of antiques in three seconds. Could there be something wrong with ancient paintings?

"See if there is such a situation." Jiang Hao knew that Jiang Yuan came from a well-informed family of appraisers, so he thought about organizing his expression, and said, "Is it possible for a painting to have multiple ages?"

"You think of a painting as a person, and it also has age." Song Fei was amused by Jiang Hao's words, and said contemptuously: "The painting really has an age, and people can't easily judge it. Can you tell the age of the painting? age?"

"A painting really needs to have an age, and there should be only one age. The most appropriate calculation should be based on the age of the paper. But if this is the case, it is impossible for a painting to have several ages." Jiang Yuanbai said Sein Fei glanced provocatively, thought for a moment, and frowned slightly: "Could it be that you mean that this painting has many ages."

"Yes." There was a wry smile on the corner of Jiang Hao's mouth.

"You can still tell the age of the painting, you are dreaming." Song Hualiang was amused by Jiang Hao's nonsensical words, but he was not in a hurry to leave, and decided to continue watching the joke, and said leisurely and sarcastically: "Old Jiang, your family's The bodyguards are really good." The age at which people can see through paintings is really anecdotal, so just keep pretending, boy, and I'll see how long you can pretend.

"Grandpa, I'll fan you."

Song Fei was in a very cheerful mood. He took a fan from a bodyguard, fanned it diligently, and continued to watch Jiang Hao's excitement.

Jiang Zhongshan also didn't believe that Jiang Hao had the means to see through the painting's age, but seeing Jiang Hao's serious and anxious appearance, it didn't look like he was joking. Jiang Yuan tried his best to recommend it, there must be a reason, but what should we do next?

"Go on, let's listen!" Song Hualiang urged Jiang Hao unhurriedly.

Jiang Hao looked coldly at the grandpa and grandson who sang and sang, and the flames of anger blazed up, and he sneered: "Who do you think you are and know a lot, dare you say that you have never punched your eyes.

If you haven’t heard of it, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. If you don’t understand, you can ask directly, and I can explain it to you for free, but if you don’t understand it and keep laughing at others, others will laugh at you as old and disrespectful. "

"Cough, cough, cough..." Song Hualiang blushed furiously, and stood up from his seat, his face flushed, and he was so angry that he almost didn't fall over directly.

"Who do you think you are?" Song Fei hurriedly patted Song Hualiang's back. He couldn't understand how a bodyguard could be so rampant. He glared at Jiang Hao with a cold light in his eyes. Jiang Hao dared to speak to his grandfather like this. This point alone should have all five limbs broken!

"Good boy!" Ningbo pursed his mouth, watching and commenting with relish, this Song family portrait is self-righteous, it is good to teach him a lesson, with him, Jiang Hao will never be wronged in the slightest, even if it is the old man Jiang Zhongshan. Give him a little noodle!

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I know more than you." Jiang Hao simply went all out, and said provocatively: "Don't you doubt my appraisal ability? You can let me appraise items and prove my ability."

Seeing that the situation was getting serious, Jiang Zhongshan decided to stop the farce. However, after hearing Jiang Hao's vowed request to verify his ability, he immediately became interested and decided to see Jiang Hao's appraisal ability before making a decision.

"The show is about to begin."

Jiang Yuan has seen the leisurely appraiser demeanor like sitting on a horse watching flowers, and he is not worried about Jiang Hao at all, but he is thinking about the meaning of Jiang Hao's question just now. How can a painting have many ages?

"Okay, since you are so rampant, I will help you." Song Hualiang gritted his teeth fiercely, and waved to the bodyguard behind him.

The bodyguard brought up a black metal box, placed it beside Song Hualiang, and opened the safe directly. Song Hualiang took out a bowl-shaped porcelain from the safe, and carefully placed it on the table: "Then you can identify it." The age of this bowl."

"How can one meet my requirements? Put all your items in the box on it for me, and I'll make a judgment directly." Jiang Hao glanced at the other porcelain in the safe and said reluctantly.

Now that the identification technique has just been acquired, it is a good time to identify a large number of items to gain proficiency. If you identify one more item, you can gain a little more proficiency. Why not do it.

"I'm sorry you haven't seen so many antiques before, so let me open your eyes." Song Hualiang's teeth were itching with hatred, and he carefully placed pieces of porcelain on the table with a gloomy face. He was accumulating anger, When Jiang Hao failed, it was his chance to explode.

"My appraisal fee is very expensive. You have so many things, why don't you give some appraisal fee?" Jiang Hao didn't want to work in vain, so he immediately made a request, stretched out a finger, and knocked on the porcelain as if casually. When struck, the porcelain made a pleasant sound immediately.

"good."

Jiang Hao's consciousness stayed on the interface of proficiency, watching the proficiency increase rapidly as he kept touching the porcelain, Jiang Hao nodded very satisfied.

"You..." Song Hualiang has never seen such a troublesome person before, but he continued to endure, and said with a sneer: "If you can judge all of them correctly, you can choose any one of all the porcelain here."

"Jiang Hao, you have made money. Every piece of porcelain here is worth hundreds of thousands. I will treat you later."

Jiang Yuan congratulated Jiang Hao ahead of time, and when he saw his grandfather glaring at him, he quickly stuck out his tongue and stopped talking.

"It's easy to say." Jiang Hao waved his hands nonchalantly, and Song Hualiang's white hair stood up in anger, but continued to hold back.

Jiang Hao reached out to pick up the porcelain and put it on his nose to smell it, and then stroked it around like a massage. According to this method, he judged the last piece of porcelain and concluded: "According to me, it can be seen, heard, and touched. With experience, you can tell the age of all porcelain!"

"What, this can determine the age of the porcelain?" Song Hualiang was taken aback. If Jiang Hao really judged the age of the porcelain in this way, it would be really amazing.

"Yuan Dynasty Jun Kiln Porcelain Bowl."

"Qianlong six-party pen holder."

"Ming Wanli Six Ling Bottles."

Jiang Hao casually read out the specific contents of more than a dozen pieces of porcelain according to the reminder on the Appraisal Technique interface.

"It's all right." The corners of Song Hualiang's mouth twitched a few times, his face changed drastically, and he looked at the calm Jiang Hao like a monster. He had only seen this batch of porcelain for a few times, but he didn't expect Jiang Hao to simply knock on it. Hitting, stroking, and smelling a few times, he directly stated the judgment, and the judgment was exactly the same as the facts, which made him feel like a dream for a while.

"Why didn't you read the last one?" Seinfeld had been checking the porcelain catalog, and immediately found a loophole, and asked guiltyly, "Can't you recognize the last piece of porcelain?" Asking this question, even himself I don't believe it.

"A counterfeit, how do you want me to read it?" Jiang Hao looked at the embarrassed Seinfeld like an idiot, and announced it in a non-stop manner.