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Chapter 1125 Breaking through the bottom line

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    The next treasure appraiser came up. Meng Zitao asked him to wait a moment, took out his mobile phone and wrote a text message to send, and then began to appraise the items on the table.

    The subsequent appraisal went smoothly, and Meng Zitao¡¯s judgment was also recognized by everyone.

    "Teacher Meng, this is a painting and calligraphy work that I have collected for many years. Please help me take a look at it." A chubby middle-aged man came up.

    Meng Zitao was slightly startled because this man actually brought five calligraphy and painting scrolls. Of course, he did not stipulate how many collections one person could appraise, but at most a few people present brought two collections.  , the others basically only took one.

    Forget it, the key point is that this person Meng Zitao has never been seen before. When did such a person appear?

    He thought about it and realized that this person should have bought the account from someone.  In fact, he doesn't mind buying an account, but you have to be aware of it. Do you really think you are a free volunteer?

    "Sir, do you have a lot of treasures?" Meng Zitao reminded him tactfully.

    "Hehe, just so-so, I'm definitely not comparable to you, Teacher Meng." There was a hint of cunning in the middle-aged man's eyes.

    Meng Zitao originally didn¡¯t want to talk too much with this kind of person and was ready to let him go, but when he used his superpower to glance at the calligraphy and painting works brought by the middle-aged man, he felt a little funny in his heart.

    So he said: "Sir, I wonder where these paintings and calligraphy works of yours come from?"

    "Teacher Meng, this is my personal privacy." The middle-aged man was a little reluctant to answer.

    Meng Zitao smiled and said: "This is indeed your privacy, but I have a rule. The origin of everything I appraise must be legal, otherwise I will not appraise it. You don't have to like me.  According to the rules, of course I can refuse to give you an appraisal, that¡¯s no problem.¡±

    The middle-aged man cleared his throat and said: "Well, I actually collected these paintings and calligraphy works from a boss. His company went bankrupt due to the financial crisis, and he owed a lot of debt, so he had to give them to him.  The collection was sold to pay off debts.¡±

    "I was worried that there was something wrong with the works, so I took photos. After consulting some information and consulting the opinions of several experts, I thought they were all genuine, so I bought them. There should be no problem with the origin of these calligraphy works.  "

    Meng Zitao smiled and said, "If you are telling the truth, of course there is no problem. But I have a question. Since you already think they are genuine, why do you still bring them to me for appraisal?"

    "Isn't it because you are more authoritative?" The middle-aged man chuckled, but his smile was a little dry.

    Meng Zitao smiled lightly: "Thanks for the compliment, let's take a look at these collections of yours. I'll start from the right."

    "let me help you."

    The middle-aged man was probably worried that Meng Zitao would damage his work, so he did not let Meng Zitao do it and unfolded the scroll himself.

    This is a landscape painting. This picture depicts mountains and hills, dense trees and jungles. Deep in the winding path, there is an isolated village near the water. A scholar and his boy are visiting a hermit in the mountains.

    "This is Wu Wei's work. Do you know anything about this painter?" Meng Zitao asked.

    "Of course."

    The middle-aged man opened his mouth and said: "It seems that I am an innovative painter in the middle of the Ming Dynasty. He is good at painting freehand brushwork, figures and landscapes in ink and wash. He adopted the style of the Southern Song Dynasty painting academy, with unbridled brushwork and full of charm. In his early years, his painting techniques were more meticulous, but after middle age he became vigorous and bold."  , dripping with splashes of ink. Wu Wei was a famous general of the 'Zhejiang School' after Dai Jin, with many followers, forming the 'Jiangxia School' of Zhejiang School of Landscape Painting that flourished for a while."

    "It seems that you have studied this person very well." Meng Zitao smiled.

    "That's for sure. How could I dare to buy this painting without research?" the middle-aged man said proudly.

    Meng Zitao said: "I would like to ask another question, how much did you spend on this painting?"

    "This has nothing to do with authenticating, right?" The middle-aged man was unwilling to answer.

    Meng Zitao said: "Of course it does matter. For example, if you spend one yuan to buy something that costs one hundred yuan, do you think there is any problem?"

    ¡°Can¡¯t I just pick up the leak?¡± the middle-aged man retorted.

    Meng Zitao said: "This matter is different from picking up leaks. As you just said, the seller is a bankrupt boss and owes a lot of debt. In this case, how could he sell you the painting cheaply? Everyone should understand this.  Understand. Or, what you just said was just made up?"

    ¡°Teacher Meng, don¡¯t talk nonsense.¡±The young man said: "I hate people lying to me the most, and I will not deliberately deceive others. What I just said is absolutely true."

    Meng Zitao smiled and waved his hand: "Sir, don't get me wrong. I'm just making a metaphor. I believe you are an honest person. But the key point is that if this painting is authentic, it is worth more than six million. You must be cautious in appraising it. You think it is  no?"

    I heard that the original painting was worth six million, and the villagers around me were shocked. Although being a millionaire is nothing these days, when a painting worth six million is placed in front of me, I still can't calm down.

    "Six million?" The middle-aged man was also a little dumbfounded.

    Meng Zitao nodded: "So if you bought this painting for only a small amount of money, you are suspected of being tricked, because the reason is very simple. The other party will take it directly to the auction house, and the final income will definitely be  It won¡¯t be too little. And he can also pay it off to others, so it should be able to replace a considerable part of the debt. Do you think this makes sense?¡±

    ¡°You mean, this painting is a fake?¡± the middle-aged man asked anxiously.

    Meng Zitao spread his hands and gave a regretful expression.

    "Impossible, how could I be deceived? Teacher Meng, can you take another look!" the middle-aged man said anxiously.

    Meng Zitao was too lazy to talk to him. He directly called up a picture on his mobile phone, pointed at the characters in it and said, "Look, this is also a work by Wu Wei. The expressions of the characters are very detailed. The Taoists seem happy and sad.  , the mouth seems to be speaking, the eyebrows are light and heavy, the eyebrow corner of the right eye is raised, and the gaze has a sense of solemnity, only a strand of long beard seems to express endless melancholy."

    "Look at the characters in this painting again. Compared with the original work, they are in the sky and on the earth. Even if this painting is an early work of Wu Wei, the gap between the two cannot be so big. Do you think I am right?  Doesn¡¯t make sense?¡±

    The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, shook his head repeatedly and said: "No, no, no, how is it possible? I have clearly checked so much information, how could I be wrong! Teacher Meng, you are a great expert, can you write two words for this painting?  Just a comment, please help me recover some of my losses."

    Meng Zitao was shocked. He had never seen such a shameless person. The village chief next to him couldn't stand it anymore and scolded: "Don't make trouble unreasonably!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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