Dragon King Hall

Chapter 37 It's all true
Fang Zhou looked at the young man on the stage, and the moment the other party tore off the scroll, he felt like a drowning person who was suddenly pulled to the shore, and everything suddenly became beautiful.

At this moment, Fang Zhou suddenly understood the other party's intentions. He stood up and looked at the stage, "You spent 500 million to buy a fake, the purpose is to make me feel better, so that I can cooperate with you?"

Henry Zhang stretched out a finger, "There are two points in total, you are right, I tear up this painting, I really want to make you feel better, how uncomfortable it is for a collector to fall into the dilemma of authenticity, I know very well that I want to use this method in exchange for a chance for us to cooperate."

There was a smile on Fang Zhou's face, "You said there are two points, I'm right about the first point, what about the second point?"

The corner of Henry Zhang’s mouth hooked, his eyes were like a torch, and he stared at Fang Zhou, “Who told you that this painting is fake?”

"What! You!" A look of horror appeared on Fang Zhou's face.

Henry Zhang stepped off the stage and stood in front of Fang Zhou, "The painting in my hand is authentic, and the one in your house is also authentic."

"Hahaha, what a big joke!" Song Tao, who was sitting not far from the ark, laughed out loud, "According to what you mean, Master Yan in the Tang Dynasty painted two winter plums, both of which have been handed down to the present. ?”

Henry Zhang glared at Song Tao, "Don't take your ignorance and be arrogant here, making people laugh."

Song Tao was taken aback by Henry Zhang's words, and then his face was full of anger. He is the son-in-law of the Lin family, dare to say me?

"I'm ignorant? Well, I want to hear from you. Why am I ignorant? If you say that the two paintings are authentic, then you are not ignorant?"

"Xuan paper." Zhang Xuan raised the picture scroll and shredded paper in his hand, "Anyone who understands traditional Chinese painting knows that Xuan paper is divided into three types: raw Xuan, cooked Xuan, and semi-cooked Xuan, and there are also sandwiched Xuan, two layers, and three layers. If you divide the folder Xuan Qinshui slowly, you can divide a piece of rice paper into two. Master Yan, the master of painting in the Tang Dynasty, said that he can see through the back of the paper. The paintings made can also be clearly printed on the second layer of rice paper, so both are authentic, Mr. Fang, if I guessed correctly, the paper color of the winter plum in your house is seriously yellowed, but the ink color But it’s a bit more dignified than this one, right?”

Fang Zhou thought for a second, then nodded, "Indeed, the winter plum in my house is much darker than this one."

"That's because the one in your house is on a single floor, while this one is on a mezzanine."

"Pretentious!" Song Tao snorted coldly, "There are so many famous paintings in the world, this is the first time I've heard such a statement!"

"So you are ignorant." Henry Zhang gave Song Tao a disdainful look, how could he not see that this person is a shit-stirring Kun Muzi.

"Fart! I think this is just an excuse you made for yourself! Mr. Fang, don't believe him!"

Fang Zhou had doubts on his face, and he didn’t know whether he should believe Henry Zhang.

"Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang, you are here, I hope I'm not too late!" A slightly aged voice suddenly sounded.

Following the voice, the owner of the voice was an old man with gray hair.

"Master Sun?" Fang Zhou looked surprised when he saw the old man, "Master Sun, aren't you in the capital? Why did you come to Yinzhou?"

"Hey, it's all because of a painting. Do you still remember that winter plum? I appraised one three years ago and it was bought by you. Not long ago, I appraised it again. At that time, I thought, It is Mr. Fang, you are going to sell the painting, but after thinking about it carefully, the one you bought is somewhat different from the one you bought, so I rushed here, I wonder if I can meet a buyer and explain to him."

"Explain what?" Fang Zhou asked.

"Explain, in this world, there are two winter plums. The paper of the winter plum painting is Xuan, which can be divided into two by Qinshui. The ancient master Yan, who penetrated the back of the paper, when the rice paper is divided into two, the world will be , there are two pictures of winter plums, one with thick color and one with light color, but they are both authentic!" What Master Sun said was exactly the same as what Henry Zhang said just now.

“This!” Fang Zhou opened his mouth wide and looked at Henry Zhang.

"There is still a winter plum in the world, which is unique to Mr. Fang." Henry Zhang let go of his clenched fist.

The pieces of Dongmei fragments slowly fell from Henry Zhang's hands to the ground. As these shreds of paper fell, the smile on Fang Zhou's face became more and more obvious.

As for Song Tao, his face was even more ugly. How ugly, he felt that he had once again become a clown, a green leaf to set off the red flowers.

"Hahaha, Mr. Zhang, I have to say that what you have done has really made me feel much more at ease. For a businessman like me who only looks at short-term profits, he can see the benefits without looking around." Fang Zhou approved He patted Henry Zhang on the shoulder, and then looked at Sylvia Lin, "Mr. Lin, your husband has already shown me the short-term profit of this cooperation. Then, let's talk about the long-term profit."

Sylvia Lin's beautiful pupils showed a bright light, "Thank you, Mr. Fang."

"Thank you for what I did, I can only say that you two are really amazing, amazing, hahaha!" Fang Zhou gave a thumbs up.

Sylvia Lin felt joy in his heart, a small part of this joy was because of the preliminary cooperation with Ark, and a bigger part was because Henry Zhang really solved this matter!

After coming out of the exhibition, Milan left first because he still had something to do, and only Henry Zhang and Sylvia Lin were on the way home.

Sylvia Lin drove, and Henry Zhang sat in the co-pilot.

“How do you know these things about Chinese paintings?” Sylvia Lin squinted at Henry Zhang, and continued to drive.

"I..." Henry Zhang raised his phone and was about to speak.

"Don't tell me you checked it. There are not so many things on the Internet for you to check, and you can conclude that the painting is authentic just based on the information you searched online, so you dare to take it for 500 million and then tear it up?" Sylvia Lin raised his eyebrows.

"Hey." Henry Zhang laughed dryly, "Boss Lin, you found out. It was indeed not me who checked it. When I came here before, I overheard that Master Sun mentioned that there are two pictures of winter plums in the world. , I will write it down."

“So that’s the case.” Sylvia Lin nodded, and glanced at Henry Zhang approvingly, “It seems that your observation and memory skills are not bad.”

"Thank you, Mr. Lin, for your compliment." Henry Zhang nodded, feeling flattered in his heart, no matter how well a man does things, he just wants to get the approval of his own woman.

The vehicle drove to Saishang Water Village. This was the first time Sylvia Lin sent Henry Zhang home on purpose. After Henry Zhang got off the car, Sylvia Lin rushed to the company in a hurry and began to draw up a cooperation plan with Fang Zhou.

(End of this chapter)