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Chapter 583 Calligraphy Identification
"Well, I've finished my tea. Director Xu, please come over here and sit down."
The man who put down the reminder to Liu Jialei suddenly stood up and spoke.
"Are you serious that you won't let me get this table?"
Xu Changqin looked deeply at Liu Jialei and asked.
Liu Jialei looked at him neither humble nor arrogant. Shaked his head.
"No."
Xu Changqin sneered and nodded.
"You have the guts!"
Xu Changqin said angrily, and sat down at the table next to him.
¡°It¡¯s okay not to join such a tainted calligraphy association.¡±
Liu Jialei picked up the teacup, shook his head, and comforted himself.
At this time, the teahouse owner received the notice from the waiter and hurried over.
"Director Xu, why are you so angry today? We drink tea just to calm down, so why get angry?"
The teahouse owner said with a smile, and Xu Changtan's face turned slightly grim.
"I just can't stand some businessmen with half-full bottles of water and the smell of copper coming here to be arty and tarnishing the calligraphy circle."
Xu Changqin glanced at Liu Jialei with disdain and said contemptuously.
Hearing this, Liu Jialei suddenly became furious. His cultivation in calligraphy was his pride.
"Xu Changtan, when it comes to tarnishing the calligraphy circle, you rank second in the entire Jinling and no one dares to rank first. With your kind of virtue, how many drops of ink can you have in your stomach? Do you have the right to look down on others?"
Liu Jialei said angrily that he had to withdraw from the Calligraphy Association anyway, and there was no need to save any face for Xu Changqin.
Xu Changqin's face was livid, and he narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Liu Jialei.
"As a member of the Jinling Calligraphy Association, what qualifications do you have to shout at me, a director of the Chinese Calligraphy Association? If you are not convinced, we will compete, and whoever loses will get out of the teahouse!"
Liu Jialei looked down on Xu Changtan in his heart, so how could he be afraid of Xu Changtan's challenge, so he nodded immediately.
"How to compare?"
Xu Changqin smiled and stood up.
"Since we are all in the calligraphy circle, we naturally compete in collecting and comparing our eyesight. You and I will each take out a piece of calligraphy, and the other will identify the authenticity. The loser, get out of here!"
Zhao Linfeng looked up at Xu Changqin and frowned slightly when he saw the calluses on his hands and some blackened fingers.
These two characteristics show that Xu Changqin's attainments in calligraphy are definitely not shallow.
In fact, Xu Changqin is a few years older than Liu Jialei, and he is in a higher social circle than Liu Jialei. Maybe Liu Jialei will really suffer at the hands of Xu Changqin.
However, at this time, if Liu Jialei retreats, it will be more embarrassing than getting out of here.
¡°It¡¯s settled, most of the people in the Jinling calligraphy circle are here, I¡¯m sorry you don¡¯t dare to go back on your word.¡±
Liu Jialei snorted coldly, took out his mobile phone and made a call.
He himself has a lot of money, and he also collects many famous paintings. In terms of collecting, he thinks he will not lose to Xu Changtan.
It is worth mentioning that in their calligraphy and painting circle, not only genuine works have collection value, but also some works that can be fake and authentic are also the objects of their collection.
"Send my picture of the Hundred Scenes of Jinling to Sanshuting."
Liu Jialei said to the secretary on the other end of the phone and hung up the phone.
Xu Changqin smiled and shook his head, looking at the secretary-general of the Jinling Calligraphy Association.
"Secretary-general, please go to my painting museum and get that calligraphy."
The secretary-general of Jinling Shu was stunned for a moment, then frowned.
"Director Xu, do you really want to bring that painting over?"
Xu Changqin nodded and waved his hand towards him.
"Just go and get it, I have my own opinion."
Liu Changqin¡¯s expression froze as he listened to their conversation, and then he took a deep breath.
Zhao Linfeng looked at him doubtfully, "Mr. Liu, what's wrong?"
Liu Jialei looked a little ugly and shook his head.
"I didn't expect that the Danqing Creation Tube actually belonged to him."
"What's the origin of this Painting Museum?"
Zhao Linfeng asked curiously why Liu Jialei looked so ugly when he heard about this painting museum.
 "Danqing Art Museum is a famous antique shop in Jinling. Its main business is selling calligraphy antiques. There are hundreds of calligraphy collections. Compared with his collection, my collection is completely inadequate."
Liu Jialei said, Zhao Linfeng nodded thoughtfully.
"Even if you are self-aware, I, Xu Changqin, can't defeat you. Your Hundred Scenes of Jinling was bought from my Painting Museum. If I remember correctly, it is the second one in the Hundred Scenes of Jinling." The layered painting, because of the vigorous brushstrokes, looks no different from the original work. If you want to use this painting to deceive me, it is because the old man eats arsenic and thinks he will live longer!"
When calligraphers write calligraphy, they will put two layers of rice paper under the rice paper to absorb the penetrating ink and prevent the ink from spreading and contaminating the calligraphy works.
The second layer of painting Xu Changqin refers to is the layer of rice paper underneath.
Xu Changqin said proudly, Liu Jialei looked embarrassed, took out his mobile phone and made a call, asking his secretary to change a painting.
More than half an hour later, Liu Jialei¡¯s secretary carefully delivered the painting Liu Jialei wanted.
After a while, the chief secretary of the Jinling Calligraphy Association also helped Xu Changqin get the calligraphy works he wanted.
"Let's look at yours first. I want to see what you, a little member of the Jinling Calligraphy Association, can come up with."
The teahouse owner quickly asked the waiter to bring a table covered with smooth silk and brought two pairs of gloves.
Liu Jialei put the calligraphy on the table and took two steps back.
Xu Changqin put on his gloves and stepped forward to slowly unfold them.
"A letter from the Yan family?"
Xu Changqin was stunned for a moment and looked at Liu Jialei in shock.
Liu Jialei nodded proudly, with a proud look on his face.
"That's right, palm palm eye."
Xu Changqin frowned and took out a small magnifying glass from his pocket, carefully looking at the strokes on the calligraphy.
"Liu Jialei actually hides the Yan family letters? It's impossible. I've never heard of Yan Zhenqing's works living outside."
"I guess it's also fake. There are very few authentic works handed down by Yan Zhenqing. They are all stored in major museums in China. How could he have them?"
Everyone was talking a lot and looked at the calligraphy on the table curiously.
After a long time, Xu Changqin put away his magnifying glass, looking confident.
"This painting is real."
Xu Changqin said with certainty, and Liu Jialei frowned.
"How can we see it?"
Xu Changqin pointed to the signature on it, "I have seen Yan Zhenqing's original work in the National Museum of China with my own eyes. I can't mistake this signature. However, the position of the signature on this painting is different from his other handed down works. According to me It is judged that this Yan family letter is just a draft by Yan Zhenqing. In the biography of the Yan family, there is a record of such an incident. After Yan Zhenqing passed away, his descendants found several well-preserved letters from the study The manuscript was stamped by Yan Zhenqing and framed by their descendants."
Everyone suddenly understood and looked at Xu Changtan with admiration.
Liu Jialei looked ugly and nodded.
"Yes, you are right, look at yours."
Liu Jialei felt a little uneasy. If he saw it right, that would be fine. If he saw it wrong, he would have to get out of here.
Xu Changqin smiled and waved to the chief secretary of the Jinling Calligraphy Association. The chief secretary of the Jinling Calligraphy Association came up with a locked wooden box in both hands and placed it on the table.
Xu Changqin stepped forward, opened the wooden box, and took out a volume of calligraphy.
As the calligraphy unfolded slowly on the table, everyone opened their mouths wide and held their breath. (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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