Play treasure master

Chapter 529

Shangguan Yu thought for a while, "This time, that time. The Ghost Eye Sect back then was so powerful that it is by no means comparable to the power of the few of us now. Moreover, the current environment is quite different; , take action, and we don't need to take the initiative to meddle."

Yu Yao nodded, "So I said, I don't want to either. It's just that I was looking back on the past and felt a little emotional."

Shangguan Yu continued, "However, regarding this matter, when we met last night, Mr. Lin thought that we could cooperate with the authorities when necessary, and he jokingly mentioned a 'nine-character policy': don't take the initiative, don't refuse, irresponsible."

Yu Yao couldn't help being amused, "When did he change his name to Lin Xiubo?"

"Teacher Lin is quite humorous sometimes."

"Then let's do this first." Yu Yao paused, "By the way, have you heard of "Mrs. Guo Guo's Tour in Spring"?"

Shangguan Yu was taken aback, "How come I haven't heard of this? A famous painting of a generation."

"It's because I didn't make it clear. I forgot to tell you when you came here." Yu Yao then talked about the fragmented scroll of "Mrs.

"I've never heard of this. I don't know that He Zhangyan has such a collection!" Shangguan Yu thought for a while, "Why did Mr. Zhuo never say that?"

"Then there's nothing I can do. I think it was lost before going abroad, so I won't mention it." Yu Yao waved his hand, "I want to drink something today, find a place, and I'll treat you to a good drink or two."

"It's exactly what I want!" Shangguan Yu clapped his hands, "This drink, I want to drink when I'm happy, I want to drink when I'm depressed, and today's situation, I always feel that I have something to say, but I don't know where I didn't say it It’s over, maybe you’ll have something to drink while you’re drinking.”

"Yes, there are still people coming." Yu Yao pointed at the door.

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man walked in with a long cloth bag under his armpit.

This middle-aged man cleaned up quite cleanly, and he was wearing black-rimmed glasses, but he said in a rough voice, "Boss, do you want to collect calligraphy and paintings?"

When Yu Yao heard this, he couldn't help but cast a glance at Shangguan Yu before saying, "Take it, there just happens to be a big expert here!"

The middle-aged man looked at the two of them, and then wandered around the room for a moment, "Where are you?"

"It seems that neither of us is like a big expert!" Yu Yao smiled, "Let's take a look first!"

The middle-aged man also smiled, with a slight embarrassment, "You two are so young, calligraphy and painting are different from other utensils. The things of literati need to be accumulated for a long time."

"You are right. But now we can only watch it." Shangguan Yu interjected.

The middle-aged man nodded, said no more, and opened the bag.

The last thing that came out was an eight-foot large vertical scroll, ink and color on silk, the color is yellowish brown, and it looks quite old.

The picture is the banks of the spring mountains and rivers, with towers and lofty pavilions.

However, this painting has no inscription, inscription, or seal, and the frame has been trimmed, only the pure heart of the painting.

"This should be a Song painting, like the handwriting of Xia Gui, one of the four Southern Song masters." The middle-aged man said something when Yu Yao and Shangguan Yu looked at it.

Yu Yao responded with an expression, while Shangguan Yu remained expressionless and continued to watch.

Shangguan Yu knew Xia Gui well.Moreover, he has an authentic painting by Xia Gui in his hand!In the box of paintings and calligraphy that He Yidi left for him, there is a painting of Xia Gui's "West Lake Mingxiu".

After looking at it for a while, Yu Yao made a virtual scraping gesture on the screen, and then waved his hand lightly.

Shangguan Yu understood and nodded his approval.

Yu Yao made a false scratching gesture, which means that this painting cannot be a Song painting.The reason for making this gesture is that in the old paintings of the Song Dynasty and earlier, there will be a layer of "hoarfrost" on the ink, but if you look closely, it seems to be gone. If you scratch it, you will find that there is really nothing to scrape off. .

The cause of this "hoarfrost" is very complicated, but it is recognized by appraisal experts.

To make fake Song Dynasty paintings, masters would find ways to make this layer of "hoarfrost". In the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, incense ash was generally used to blow off, adhere, and solidify.However, this method cannot withstand scratching. After scraping or wiping, there will be black and bright changes.

Nowadays, the means of counterfeiting are getting more and more sophisticated, and there will be many chemical techniques, which are getting closer and closer to the real thing.

But this painting does not have this layer of "hoarfrost".

That's why Yu Yao made this gesture, expressing that it was definitely not Song Hua.This kind of action does not require tacit understanding, as long as you are not a layman, you will definitely understand.

Yu Yao's movements were not large and very fast, but the middle-aged man was beside him, and he also noticed it, and immediately asked, "You two are still whispering?"

Yu Yao replied, "It's all about identification, nothing else."

The middle-aged man seemed to want to say more, but held back.

After both Yu Yao and Shangguan Yu finished watching, Shangguan Yu went to the side to take a sip of water, while Yu Yao asked, "I wonder how much you plan to sell?"

"First, tell me, is it a Song painting?" The middle-aged man asked back.

Yu Yao smiled, "Isn't it good for you to quote first? Even if I don't think so, it's fine if I can accept your price? Even if I think it is, the price can't be negotiated, and I can't accept it."

"No, without the same basis, the price can't be negotiated. I've walked through several stores for this painting, and they all negotiated like this."

At this time, Shangguan Yu finished drinking the water, but did not come up to him, but stood a little far away and watched quietly.Yu Yao must have understood this thing, and he himself didn't want to accept it, so there's no need to say more.And Yu Yao wanted to accept it, it must be for business, not because he likes it.

"Then these shops you walked by, are they said to be painted by Song?" Yu Yao asked lightly.

"You don't have to worry about that."

This painting, if the price is right, is indeed worth collecting.Because this is a work from the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty. At the same time, whether it is the composition and composition, or the brushwork, ink color, and color setting, it is all based on the techniques of the Song Dynasty, which can be regarded as a work that imitates ancient times.There is a year, there are characteristics, and the eight-foot large vertical scroll is not difficult to sell after being refurbished and mounted.

However, because it is an imitation of ancient times, and there is no inscription, inscription, or seal, it is difficult to judge the author.

"This is not a Song painting." After pondering for a while, Yu Yao still told the truth.Although it was easier to "admit" Song paintings to ask for prices for a while, the hidden dangers were even greater.

"Then what year did you say it was?" the middle-aged man asked.

"You are here to sell things, not for my appraisal. I definitely can't say this. But I think you are blunt, so I will add one more sentence. It must be later than Song Hua."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he immediately rolled up the scroll, rewrapped it with the soft linen paper that was originally wrapped, and put it in a long cloth bag.

Yu Yao thought, it seems that this is not for sale.This painting is worth accepting, but if the middle-aged man is so good, Yu Yao will not be too rushed.

As a result, the middle-aged man didn't leave after putting it away, but asked directly, "Then how much can you charge?"

　Originally, I wanted to make a chapter in the early morning, but I didn't make it; I came back late at night, fortunately, I had a foundation.It's too late to say sorry again, alas.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)