Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 375 You are a fake

Ma Weidu?
Fang Minghua looked at the Taishi chair the man was holding again, and immediately understood who he was.

Oops, I met a big boss in the collecting world.

However, Ma Weidu was still young at this time and was not considered a big shot in the collecting world at all. He was really an ordinary editor of "Yanjing Youth".

"Hello, Editor Ma." Fang Minghua also greeted.

Ma Weidu carefully placed the Taishi chair he was carrying on the ground and shook hands with Fang Minghua.

"Editor Ma, are you buying antiques?" Fang Minghua asked, looking at the Taishi chair.

"It's an antique, it's just a street stall. I just passed by and saw that this chair was of good quality and cheap, so I bought it back and packed it up for my old man to sit on. Tell me, how can a poor editor afford antiques?"

Full of nonsense!

You are indeed an editor, but you are not poor at all!

Before Fang Minghua came to this era, he had read on the Internet that Ma Wei started his business by selling Chinese medicinal materials in the 1980s. Otherwise, he, a small editor, would not have that much money to collect antiques.

Of course, don’t tell the truth once you see through it.

"Editor Fang, are you on a business trip to Yanjing?" Ma Weidu asked again.

"I came to Luyuan to teach temporarily for a while. I just came here to hang out if I have nothing to do today." Fang Minghua answered truthfully.

"Xijing is also a city of cultural relics. Editor Fang, you came here specifically to collect antiques?"

"Haha, you also said that we are all editors, how can we have so much money? I just want to see what's new. I am more interested in celebrity calligraphy and painting."

"Really? Editor Fang, I just bought a painting by Qi Baishi on the carpet. Can you help me check whether it is genuine or not?"

As he spoke, Ma Weidu opened the rolled up painting, and it turned out to be a picture of a shrimp play.

When Fang Minghua heard this, he immediately became interested and came closer to take a closer look.

This painting is about 100 centimeters long and about 30 centimeters wide. There are a total of 6 shrimps painted on it, and a line of words written vertically next to it:

"Made by Baishi Gengzi, a descendant of Xingtang Old House, when he was eighty years old", there is also a seal below.

The six shrimps look lifelike.

Fang Minghua looked at each shrimp carefully. After a while, he raised his head and asked: "Editor Ma, where did you buy this painting and how much did it cost?"

"At the stall where I bought the Taishi chair, the stall owner said that I bought the Taishi chair and the painting was sold to me at a bargain price of 100 yuan. He said that Rong Baozhai was collecting Qi Baishi's paintings, which must be worth at least 110 yuan."

"If it is really a painting by Qi Baishi, 100 yuan is really not expensive." Fang Minghua said.

"Fake?"

"Yes, fake!" Fang Minghua said with certainty.

"Fake? Why did you say it was fake?"

"At first glance, the shrimp painting looks vivid, but upon closer inspection, I feel something is wrong with the beards of the shrimp." Fang Minghua explained.

"What's wrong?"

"Feel."

What the hell!

Feel? ! Do you feel something is wrong when you see a shrimp’s beard?

Fang Minghua's words obviously did not convince Ma Weidu.

"I think the shrimp painting looks so similar to the real thing, and the ink used to paint the shrimp has a very uniform texture. It is definitely not the ink used for woodblock watermarks like Rong Baozhai!"

Hey, do you also know the wooden watermark of Rongbaozhai?

Of course, Fang Minghua would not argue with him. He just smiled and said that this is my personal opinion, which may not be correct. After all, I am just an amateur. At this time, a Crown Taxi was approaching from a distance. Fang Minghua hurriedly waved to stop it, turned around and said to Ma Weidu. "Editor Ma, take your time and watch, I'm back to Luyuan."

"OK, bye!"

"goodbye!"

Ma Weidu watched the Crown Taxi go away and had no intention of shopping any more. He hailed a yellow taxi. He did not go back to his home - the Air Force compound, but wanted to find someone - Wang Shixiang, a big boss in the collection industry. .

Speaking of Wang Shixiang, he is a well-known figure in the collection circles in Yanjing City. He was originally from Fuzhou, Fujian, and his great ancestor served as Minister of Industry of the Qing Dynasty. His father, Wang Ji, studied in France and served as minister to Mexico and Cuba. His mother, Jin Zhang, was a famous fish and algae painter and studied in England.

Wang Shixiang has a series of titles: cultural relics expert, scholar, cultural relics connoisseur, collector, researcher of the Chinese Cultural Heritage Research Institute of the State Administration of Cultural Heritage, and librarian of the Central Research Institute of Literature and History
By chance, Ma Weidu met this old man. He was originally fond of antiques. He also had money selling medicinal materials and was willing to invest. Over time, the two became friends. Ma Weidu bought antiques and came to the old man if he was unsure about anything. Help with appreciation.

That's what he's going to do today.

Of course, you can’t go empty-handed.

You bring the antiques you bought to the old man for appraisal, once or twice is enough, but what if it takes a long time?
After all, this thing takes a lot of effort.

He couldn't give him money either. After all, it was a friend holding something yellow and white, which was very vulgar, and the old man at home didn't need it at all.

But this is not a problem for Ma Weidu.

He knew a lot about people and had already found out that the old man neither smoked nor drank, but he had a hobby, which was to eat mandarin fish, and he was good at making it.

So every time he came to ask for help from the old man in identifying antiques, he would always buy a mandarin fish, and today was no exception. I went to the fish market on the fifth floor of the front door to buy a lively mandarin fish, and then headed straight to Fangjiayuan Alley in Dongcheng.

Wang Shixiang lives in a courtyard deep in the alley.

Sure enough, Ma Weidu arrived at Fangjiayuan Hutong and knocked on the door of Wang Shixiang's courtyard. The old man saw him carrying the Taishi chair and holding a mandarin fish in his hand, and laughed loudly:

"Xiao Ma, did you buy another treasure? Let me take a look?"

Ma Weidu chuckled: "Old man, you are right, that's it." Ma Weidu walked into the living room and put down the Taishi chair with a smile.

Naturally, the fish was taken care of by family members, so Wang Shixiang looked carefully at this inconspicuous chair.

"Well, yes, it's huanghuali." Wang Shixiang said after carefully looking at the material of the chair.

"Is it from the Ming Dynasty?" Ma Weidu asked hurriedly.

Wang Shixiang did not answer in a hurry. He bent down and looked at it for a while before straightening up and saying: "The backrests of the Taishi chairs in the Qing Dynasty were intricately carved, but this chair is plain and grainless. Most chairs in the Ming Dynasty were like this. And the workmanship Relatively simple and with smooth lines, Qing-style furniture advocates complex carvings and textures.”

Wang Shixiang pointed to a section of the pattern on the back of the chair and said: "The furniture of the Ming Dynasty has more dragons, phoenix patterns, broken branches, curly grass and Ganoderma lucidum. This is the phoenix pattern. Partial embellishment is also a characteristic of Ming Dynasty furniture. Overall It should be from the late Ming Dynasty, but the specific year needs to be further studied. "

Late Ming Dynasty?
Ma Weidu was overjoyed.

Sent.

Of course, you can't show too much joy on the surface, lest others think you have no self-restraint.

"Thank you." Ma Weidu hurriedly expressed his thanks. Suddenly he remembered that he still had a painting, so he hurriedly took it out again.

"Mr. Wang, I bought this at a stall. It was said to be a work by Qi Baishi. Could you please help me check if it is authentic?"

When Ma Weidu carefully spread out the painting, Wang Shixiang only took one look and said.

"Fake."

"Ah, fake?!"

"Don't look at this painting. It looks very similar to the shrimp painting. It is also Qi Baishi's inscription and seal. It is all deceptive. In fact, there is a very simple way to identify the authenticity of Qi Baishi's painting. As long as you Just look at one part of the shrimp you drew." The old man said with a smile.

"What part?"

“Look at the shrimp’s whiskers!”

(End of this chapter)