Dragon King Hall

Chapter 133

Soon, Boss Li handed over a piece of rice paper, a set of grinded ink, and a high-quality wolf hair to Henry Zhang.

"Boss Li, please collect the dishes from our table." Henry Zhang took the rice paper and shook it in front of him. When Boss Li arranged for someone to clean up the table he was sitting on, Henry Zhang spread the rice paper on the table Then he turned his back to Bai and waved the wolf hair in his hand.

As soon as he finished writing, Henry Zhang suddenly remembered something, turned around and said to Sylvia Lin: "Wife, help me watch, don't let this master see me writing."

Sylvia Lin blushed when Henry Zhang called his wife suddenly, and nodded shyly, "Okay."

After the confession, Henry Zhang turned around and continued to swipe his pen.

With Henry Zhang’s explanation, the three Sylvia Lin women stood behind Henry Zhang in a row, staring at Yu Bai, preventing Yu Bai from seeing what Henry Zhang was doing, and at the same time, they could not see what Henry Zhang was doing.

Only Fang Luo could see Henry Zhang's movements, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened wide unconsciously.

Five minutes later, Henry Zhang put down the brush in his hand, and took a long breath, "Huh, well, wife, Master Bai didn't see it."

"No." Sylvia Lin shook his head, turned around, and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"This." Henry Zhang lifted the rice paper on the table, and at the same time, the things on the rice paper were displayed in front of everyone.

At the moment when they saw the rice paper, almost everyone, like Fang Luo, widened their eyes and opened their mouths unconsciously, including the three daughters of Sylvia Lin.

On the rice paper that Henry Zhang picked up, there are several shrimps being drawn. These shrimps are exactly the same as that of Boss Li’s painting. Every dotted line and every pen is exactly the same.

"how can that be!"

Boss Li walked up to Henry Zhang with an unbelievable expression, looked at the painting in Henry Zhang's hand, and asked cautiously: "Sir, can you show me?"

"Of course." Henry Zhang handed the painting to Boss Li with a casual expression, the ink was still wet, and the smell was still coming out.

Boss Li put the picture drawn by Henry Zhang together with his ink shrimp. After careful observation, he found that the shrimps drawn by Henry Zhang, in terms of size, length of dotted lines, and even the ink color of the shrimp joints, were all the same. It is exactly the same as my own painting, even if it is printed on the original painting and copied, it cannot be done so meticulously.

"Henry Zhang, you..." Sylvia Lin's beautiful eyes flashed with an unbelievable look.

Henry Zhang smiled, "This is my method, Master Yu, may I ask, can you see where the pen is broken in this painting I drew?"

"You!" Yu Bai stared at Henry Zhang, not knowing what to say, he really didn't expect that someone could copy this ink shrimp like this, how did he do it?
Just now, what Yu Bai said about the broken brush and painting style were all made up by himself. He was so confident because he knew that the painting was authentic, but now, if he was asked to tell the details, he would not be able to do it.

"What? Can't tell?" Henry Zhang looked at Yu Bai's speechless appearance, and sneered, "As an honorary member of the Painting Association and the vice president of the Xidu Painting Association, what you should do is to maintain the Painting Association Reputation, convey correct values, instead of using your identity to act recklessly and talk nonsense! Jianhua, there has never been anyone who can distinguish the true from the false just by looking at it like you. I will tell you clearly now, Li Boss's painting of ink shrimp is not the authentic work of Master Qi."

As soon as Henry Zhang finished speaking, there was a commotion around him.

"how is this possible!"

"Impossible! Boss Li has just produced the certificate. Could it be that the certificate is fake?"

"It doesn't make sense, who dares to fake a certificate, look at it, it's stamped with a steel seal!"

Boss Li's face changed, "Sir, I admire your paintings, but you have to be responsible for what you say. The certificate of my painting is clearly displayed here. How could it be fake?"

"Boy, your big talk is a bit too much!" Wan Yichang sneered.

Don’t talk about these people who have nothing to do with Henry Zhang, even Milan and the others, they all don’t understand, Boss Li has already produced the certificate, why Henry Zhang still said that this painting is fake.

Henry Zhang chuckled, "Boss Li, pay attention to what I said, I didn't say that your painting is fake, and I didn't doubt your certificate, I just said that your ink shrimp is not the authentic work of Master Qi. "

As soon as Henry Zhang finished speaking, Wan Yichang scolded, "Joke! I have been in this business for more than ten years. Could it be that in the Qing Dynasty, there were two masters of shrimp painting, both of whom painted this ink shrimp. "

Henry Zhang glanced at Wan Yichang lightly, and said softly: "It doesn't matter if you are ignorant, but you shouldn't shout so loudly to show off your ignorance. In the Qing Dynasty, there was only one master of shrimp painting, but in the Qing Dynasty, there were many An ink shrimp!"

"Sir, what do you mean?" Boss Li frowned.

"Everyone, have you ever heard of the Collo version?" Henry Zhang glanced at everyone present.

"Colo version? Isn't that what the printed version is?" one person said.

"Yes." Henry Zhang nodded, "The reproduction of calligraphy and painting works mainly uses artificial copying, photocopying, woodblock watermarking, Collotype, offset printing and digital printing. The earliest Collotype appeared in In the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, this painting of ink shrimp was the Collotype plate produced at that time, so I say that Boss Li’s certificate is correct. This painting is indeed a product of the Qing Dynasty, but it is not the authentic work of Master Qi. "

"How can you prove it?" Yu Bai asked in a low voice.

Henry Zhang stretched out his finger and pointed to his head, "Common sense, if you care a little bit about the painting, you will know that Master Qi's authentic ink shrimp has been stored in the Southern Provincial Museum, and this authentic ink shrimp is painted on the bottom of the paper. The color is not yellow, but blue. Only the Collo version is yellow. If you want to prove it, you can use your hands to lightly touch the place where the shrimp shells are heavily colored. Everyone is a painter. You should know that where the ink is heavy, after the ink dries, you will feel a rough texture if you touch it with your hands, but the Collo version will not. Also, although Master Qi has a minimalist style, every stroke is extremely deep. , the ink color of the Collo version will not show through to the back of the paper, which is not justified in itself.”

When Henry Zhang talked about the ink color, Boss Li subconsciously reached out to touch his ink shrimp. Sure enough, the thick ink color did not feel rough at all, but looked very smooth.

"Boss Li, what he said is true?" Wan Yichang asked Boss Li with an ugly face.

"Wait a minute, everyone. I'll make a call to verify." Boss Li took out his mobile phone and walked to the back kitchen.

The people in the hall, you look at me, I look at you, there are some doubts on the brows, now, they don't know who is telling the truth and who is telling the truth.

(End of this chapter)