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"Damn old man, what do you have to do here! Get out of here!" The middle-aged man roared at the village chief.
These words made the village chief angry. Meng Zitao also frowned and said coldly: "Please leave, I don't welcome such rude people."
The middle-aged man's expression was like the sky in June, changing at any time. He immediately apologized sincerely to Meng Zitao and the village chief: "Teacher Meng, old village chief, I just said something unintentionally, but there is nothing I can do about it. , I spent 600,000 just to buy this painting. I originally wanted to sell it to my son to buy a house in the future, but what should I do now! When my family finds out about this, they will scold me to death!"
The middle-aged man patted his head in annoyance, looking very painful. This look made the village chief feel sympathetic: "We can understand your mood, but didn't your request mean to embarrass Teacher Meng? "
The middle-aged man said: "I can't help it, and I just want Teacher Meng to make a review and write a few good words to save me some losses."
Meng Zitao thought to himself, is this guy going crazy? Still saying this at this time.
"Let me say it again, as an appraiser, you must be responsible for the authenticity of everything. I will not do this kind of thing. I will not do this kind of thing. Besides, I wrote the review for you. Then it was bought by someone else. Isn't that buyer a human being? Why should he suffer such losses?" Meng Zitao scolded.
People around him nodded in agreement. If you can't cheat, others can. There is no such truth.
Meng Zitao said rudely: "Sir, please take your things and leave."
The middle-aged man said anxiously: "Teacher Meng, I was really wrong. I shouldn't have made such an unreasonable request. Please help me identify the remaining four works."
Meng Zitao still refused: "Sir, to be honest, I don't want to hear any more unreasonable requests from you."
The middle-aged man waved his hands repeatedly and said: "No, no! I just want to know the authenticity of the remaining works. I will definitely not ask for anything more, I swear!"
The middle-aged man was asking for help, and he seemed to be refusing to leave unless Meng Zitao agreed. Meng Zitao really wanted to slap him away.
But think about this kind of people, in order to reduce losses, they will definitely do some extreme things. Instead of doing this, it is better to tell the authenticity of the work in front of everyone. At least these villagers will definitely not be involved in the Chinese market in the future. The young people have been deceived.
So, Meng Zitao pretended to be reluctant and agreed, and then continued to help him with the appraisal. For the middle-aged man, the next time was like being in the twelfth lunar month of winter. His whole body was chilled from head to toe. Three of his works were actually It's a fake.
"Moreover, what Meng Zitao said was clear and logical, and the reasoning was simple enough that the villagers nearby could understand it. Even if he wanted to refute, he couldn't refute.
¡°I can¡¯t believe it anymore. The last painting is also a fake.¡±
The middle-aged man came to his senses, gritted his teeth, and unfolded the last painting.
The middle-aged man said that this painting was "Mandarin Ducks and Lotus" by Xu Wei, but as soon as Meng Zitao looked at the paper, he knew that this painting must be a forgery. The silk paper handed down from the Ming Dynasty could not have such performance.
However, when he saw the content on the scroll, Meng Zitao couldn't help but be extremely surprised, because this painting was so outstanding.
The flowers depicted in the whole picture are clear and beautiful, some are in bud, some are just blooming, some are in full bloom, and they are diverse; the branches and leaves are covered with dew, and the trees are stretched, pitching and leaning sideways; the lake and rocks are majestic, sharp, firm, and thick and solid. Two colorful butterflies danced in the air, and a pair of mandarin ducks played leisurely on the water, breaking the tranquility of the clear water. A frog is hiding on the lotus leaf behind the stone, coveting beetles, and is ready to move, adding a bit of vitality and interest to the picture.
It can be seen from the whole painting that the author's painting skills are quite outstanding, which made Meng Zitao couldn't help but admire him, but at the same time, he was a little speechless. Is it a prank on the part of the author, or is he too greedy for money, to actually create such a fine painting? Above, leave Xu Wei¡¯s signature and seal. Isn¡¯t this a waste of natural resources?
Meng Zitao raised his head, looked at the uneasy middle-aged man, and told him a conclusion that he did not believe. There was something wrong with this painting.
The middle-aged man calmed down, but it was like the calm before the storm. After a while, he clapped his hands on the table, leaned forward, and said to Meng Zitao, "Did you do it on purpose?"
"Tell me your reasons." Meng Zitao crossed his arms and leaned on the back of his chair.
The middle-aged man said in a voice that was close to a roar: "This painting of mine has been appraised by several experts in the porcelain capital, and they all said it is a painting.Excellent product, why do you have problems when it comes to your mouth? Is it possible that each of them is worse than you! "
Meng Zitao said: "You also said that they just think this painting is a masterpiece. Did they say it is authentic?"
The middle-aged man was stunned: "You are talking nonsense. Since it is a fine product, how can it not be authentic?"
"Who told you that the two are equal?"
Meng Zitao smiled: "For example, if Zhang Daqian imitates Xu Wei's work, do you think his imitation will be bad? Is Zhang Daqian's imitation the original?"
The middle-aged man was speechless for a while, then he said: "Then who do you think painted this painting?!"
"How could I possibly know who painted it?"
Meng Zitao spread his hands and continued: "Hey, since this work is pretty good, let me teach you. This painting is actually the style of Chen Hongshou, and his lotus paintings are delicate and exquisite. He is good at outlining lines, with delicate layers and subtle changes. The flowers are beautiful and exquisite, and the branches and leaves are exposed and colorful."
"Chen Hongshou's brush strokes are neat but not rigid, and his paintings are rich and natural. The lotus flowers he paints are simple and bright, and they can switch more freely between sparse and dense, hard and soft. The coloring is delicate, and the painting style is beautiful and beautiful. Fresh.¡±
"And Xu Wei's lotus can reflect the dripping characteristics of ink and wash, and the brushstrokes are full of style, giving people a grand and agile beauty. In the paintings, you can use poetry to draw, outline with light ink, and then embellish and render it. Moreover, The lotus flowers in his paintings can express personal emotions vividly. The free changes between pen and ink can show a kind of artistic conception and characteristics, and also bring people a kind of atmospheric beauty. The two are completely unrelated."
Speaking of this, Meng Zitao laughed: "It's hard for a forger to think of a work painted in Chen Hongshou's style as Xu Wei's name."
Looking at the dumbfounded middle-aged man, Meng Zitao continued: "Okay, I've said what I have to say, what else do you have to say?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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