Tianyan Jianbao

Chapter 41 Your picture is not real
What, what is this all about?

More and more people were blocking the entrance of the store to watch the excitement, and many people were booing on the floor-to-ceiling glass wall outside.

Wang Haoming didn't have time to think about anything, because the shop owner firmly grabbed his arm, yelling at me to lose money.

"Tell you! This is an old Mr. Qi Baishi's painting in his early years, and it is an authentic work! I just negotiated the price with Mr. Chen, 80 yuan, nothing less! If you can't get it out, I can only call the police!"

"Please let go first! I didn't say I won't pay you!" Wang Haoming shook off his hand on his arm, and said in a deep voice, "80? You can't just say it's the real one, right? Besides, I was squeezed by others Those who entered the house, the money should not be borne by me alone."

Wang Haoming was calm on the surface, but his heart thumped, nearly a million!

As soon as Wang Haoming finished speaking, the shop owner took two certificates of identification.

"You can see for yourself whether it is authentic or not. Here is an appraisal issued by Mr. Zhao Lindong, and the other is the certificate after the instrument inspection by the Beijing Collection Association!
Wang Haoming turned his attention to Chen Manfei. Compared with those so-called experts, I am more willing to trust people who have engaged in charity.

Chen Manfei looked at Wang Haoming and nodded his head: "This painting is indeed the original work of Mr. Qi Baishi, otherwise, I wouldn't be planning to buy it."

After finishing speaking, Chen Manfei hesitated for a while, and took out a stack of checkbooks from his bag. "The painting was damaged in my hands. Logically speaking, I am responsible. Well, I will pay half of it."

When she said this, Wang Haoming felt a little embarrassed.

Wang Haoming himself knew that, in fact, there was absolutely no need for Chen Manfei to take the responsibility on her head. She did so to sympathize with Wang Haoming.

Wang Haoming reached out to stop her: "Thank you, but this has nothing to do with you. If you want to lose money, the person who bumped into me should pay."

Chen Manfei, who was holding a signature pen, paused for a moment, then looked up at me: "Are you sure?"

Wang Haoming nodded with a smile.

Then, the scene fell silent.The owner of the store looked at Wang Haoming with his nose and eyes, meaning to ask him to get the money quickly.Chen Manfei and the appraisal expert surnamed Liu also did not leave, and stood quietly aside.

There was a tight layer of people outside the store, and there seemed to be reporters taking pictures inside.

It seems that many people were shocked, but this is not surprising, after all, it is Mr. Baishi's painting and calligraphy!
Suddenly, Wang Haoming was startled, why did he look so familiar with this painting?

By the way, Boss Luo brought a pair yesterday, a fake copied by a famous artist.

But this doesn't prove that what I broke is fake, so I can only use my spiritual power to see if it's true or not.

Picking up the fragment of the scroll in his hand, he injected spiritual power into it, but there was no response, and there was no spiritual power in the painting, which meant it was undoubtedly a fake.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, Wang Haoming temporarily put aside his deep doubts, opened his wallet, counted out 200 yuan, and put it lightly on the glass display case inside.

The boss raised his brows furiously: "Two hundred? It's not even enough for an appraisal fee, what do you mean?"

"I think two hundred is not a lot." Wang Haoming spread the torn rice paper flat on the counter and pointed to the bird on it: "Your picture is not real."

"You say this painting is fake?"

The shop owner laughed angrily: "Mr. Zhao Lindong, haven't you heard of it? That's the authority of the older generation in the collection industry. The appraisal certificate issued by his old man is clearly listed here. Can there be a fake? Good! Even if Mr. Zhao Look away!"

"But our country's high-tech equipment can still have problems? Are you trying to play tricks? If you don't have money, just say so, let's call the police!"

Someone outside said: "Young man, it is impossible to fake it. Teacher Chen and Teacher Liu have both seen it."

"Yeah, I think you'd better find out the person who squeezed you just now, it's impossible for four experts to drill together."

Wang Haoming understood what they were thinking. It is true that in this era when you can buy a certificate with money, a piece of paper may not be able to explain the problem.

But the key point is that Chen Manfei and Zhao Lindong have an excellent reputation in the industry, plus Teacher Liu, there are a total of three cultural relic experts and one authoritative institution.

Since they dared to pat their chests to guarantee, it is absolutely impossible for this painting to be fake.

Chen Manfei blinked gently, and handed the broken scroll to Wang Haoming, as if wanting him to point out what was wrong.

Teacher Liu smiled and shook her head, without even looking at Wang Haoming.

Wang Haoming reassembled the scattered drawing papers. This painting suspected to be Mr. Baishi is a small-scale work.

A lively little bird sits on a branch, the style is very simple, and there is no signature of Qi Baishi on the painting.

Wang Haoming organized his language, and said: "Nowadays there are so many counterfeiting methods, who said that the detection of high-tech instruments is absolutely correct? I know why you are so sure."

"That's right, the tone of this painting is indeed in the style of old Mr. Baishi, more in line with his middle-aged style, so the possibility of fabrication is ruled out, and so far, the bird has never appeared in Qi Baishi's current works The possibility of copying the shape with wood-block watermarking technology is also very small."

"You have some knowledge." The shop owner looked at Wang Haoming in surprise: "Then you still say that this painting is not real?"

"That's where counterfeiters excel."

Wang Haoming turned his head to look at Chen Manfei and the others, and continued: "You are all experts, and it's not my turn to be here to work with axes. Look here, although the shape and meaning of the bird are very good, why give it to me?" A very vague feeling?"

"Also, I would like to ask, why is this painting so small? A bird and a few branches? Doesn't it feel incomplete? Also, why didn't Mr. Shiraishi sign it? This is not a manuscript."

"I don't see any fuzziness." Teacher Liu curled his lips imperceptibly: "There are not a few famous calligraphy and paintings that have not been signed."

Chen Manfei looked carefully at the drawing paper several times with her soft eyes, "...tell me about your judgment."

"This is not a complete painting and calligraphy, but a partial copy."

Wang Haoming affirmed: "I infer that the counterfeiter has the authentic painting in his hand, and he is smart because he knows that if you say too much, you will lose four words."

"No matter how good the forgery is, there are bound to be some flaws, so the less you paint, the smaller the flaws will be. This is why he didn't use the absolute cloning technique of the instrument to copy the inscription and the scenery of tree trunks, rivers, and sunsets. .”

"Moreover, the counterfeiters hold the real painting in their hands, which increases the deception..."

"Inference?" The store owner interrupted Wang Haoming impatiently, tapping his index finger on the table: "What I want is real evidence!"

"Wait a minute." Chen Manfei stared suspiciously at Wang Haoming's eyes: "You just said tree trunks? Rivers? Xiaguang? Have you ever seen the real painting?"

"That's not true." Wang Haoming coughed, and changed his voice: "However, I have seen a copy of it, an imitation."

"Where is it?" Chen Manfei asked curiously.

"That painting was in the hands of a Taiwanese a few months ago. Later, I heard that it was sold to Mr. Luo Feng." Wang Haoming said: "Mr. Luo is also a collector, you should know him, if you don't believe what I said , you can call him and ask Mr. Luo to send an original photo."

"Okay, let me ask."

Chen Manfei also seemed to be suspicious of the painting. He took out a Nokia mobile phone and held it to his ear: "...Hey, Mr. Wang, I'm Chen Manfei. I want to ask if you have received a piece of calligraphy and painting from Mr. Baishi a while ago... Got it? What? Is it an imitation? It’s okay, I want a photo... Yes, I have something to compare with it... Thank you...Okay, wait a minute..."

Chen Manfei asked the store owner to borrow a laptop, and after a while, a clear picture was displayed in front of everyone.

This painting is much larger. In addition to the birds and tree branches, there are also the whole tree trunk, the continuous stream, and the faint glow.

After a little comparison, you will find that the image of the bird that was torn up by Wang Haoming is just a partial copy of this painting!

Not bad at all!

There was an uproar!
Chen Manfei turned around and looked at Wang Haoming with a smile, and took the lead in applauding.

Immediately, everyone burst into applause in unison.

"Good job, lad!"

"None of the four experts can compare to you! Amazing!"

Wang Haoming was a little unaccustomed to the feeling of being hugged, so he smiled awkwardly and said nothing.

In fact, Wang Haoming himself has a few catties and a few taels, and no one knows better than himself. If he hadn't happened to see this painting yesterday and had a better understanding of it, he wouldn't be able to explain why.

After dealing with the matters here, Wang Haoming continued his wandering journey, hoping to find something good.

He had already looked at several stalls just now, but he didn't find what he wanted, but Wang Haoming was not in a hurry.

This street is full of masters amidst the jumble of fish and dragons. If you can find good things casually, then it will really be hell.

"Hey, isn't this the kid I picked up a few days ago, why don't you come to my place to see if there are any good things?"

Zhang Zhixin looked at Wang Haoming who was not far away from him, his heart moved, and he greeted him loudly.Which one of the people who can survive in this fiercely competitive Fengshui Street is not sharp-eyed?
(End of this chapter)