"You are right. From a polite point of view, the painting should be properly framed. However, the incident happened suddenly and I was in a hurry, so I did not frame it. However, the value of a painting does not lie in its appearance but in its appearance.

Its connotation lies in its collection value." Sun Dong said unhurriedly.

"Okay, take it out and have a look. Whose painting is it? Is it Qi Baishi's or Zhang Daqian's?" After all, Huang Zhenyu is a rich man and has seen the world, so he said carelessly.

"It's not Qi Baishi's, nor Zhang Daqian's, but Tang Bohu's."

As soon as his words came out, there was a buzz around him. Tang Bohu was a well-known figure in the ancient Chinese painting world. Everyone knew about him. His authentic works are hard to find in the world.

"You're bragging, how can you, a countryman, find the authentic work of Tang Bohu?" Huang Zheng, who was sitting on the other side, frowned and said louder.

"I really don't have the money. I don't have the money to buy such an expensive painting. Huang Er and I went to buy it together. I have a good eye and she spends the money." Now Sun Dong casually took out a few

It's not difficult at all, but since everyone defines him as an ordinary person, a rural person with no money, let's satisfy their wishes."

"What? If it's Tang Bohu, bring it over and let me take a look." Miss Huang Er's grandfather, Huang Shanhe, said with a surprised look on his face.

"Let's go and show grandpa the paintings." Miss Huang Er hugged Sun Dong's arm and walked towards Huangshan River without looking at everyone's eyes.

When he walked to Huangshan River, in front of everyone, Sun Dong opened the plastic bag and took out the short character painting.

When Sun Dong took out this painting, almost everyone present couldn't help laughing.

People who know how to paint will naturally understand. To people who don't know how to paint, this painting is just a small piece of colored paper, wrinkled, with traces of time, and even a little dirty.

"Grandpa, I don't quite understand. Sun Dong chose this for you. Do you think it's real or fake?" Sun Dong and Miss Huang Er each displayed the painting with four hands on each side, holding it up for the old man to see.

look.

The old man's eyes widened and he looked carefully, his lips trembling slightly.

Obviously he was completely attracted by this beautiful picture. Although he couldn't tell the authenticity, he liked it quite a lot.

"You don't need to look at it. This painting is fake at first glance. It's old. The yellow on it is not the color of the year. Secondly, it was dyed with black tea." At this moment, Huang Zheng stood up.

, walked over with his arms crossed, and said with a mocking look on his face.

"Brother, can you stop talking nonsense? Sun Dong bought this from an antique shop. This painting cannot be fake." Miss Huang Er glanced at her cousin with resentment and said dissatisfied.

"My sister, you don't understand the antique business. Let me tell you, antiques are all about scheming and forgery. Tang Bohu's works do not exist in this world at all. If they do exist, they are in foreign museums.

There is no one in our country’s museums, and I’m talking about the authentic ones.” Huang Zheng raised his head, looking arrogant.

"Brother, Sun Dong is very discerning." Miss Huang Er really couldn't tell the truth from the lie, so she didn't know whether what Huang Zheng said was true or false.

"Anyone who knows a little bit about painting can tell at a glance that this painting is too fake, so to speak.

, this painting can be worth at most fifty yuan, which is half an hour’s public expense for an ordinary painter.” Huang Zheng added.

"Brother, do you know how to draw?" Miss Huang Er was a little anxious.

"Do you think I understand? I go to the antique store every day to collect. The fairy birthday picture I gave to my grandpa is real. Bring it up and show it to everyone." Huang Zheng waved his hand, and two beautiful women behind him

The servant, wearing a cheongsam and white gloves, brought over a framed picture.

When the two maids came out carrying the painting, there was a burst of applause from around them.

Look at the way he appeared, and the beautifully framed painting, placed in this lobby, it can be said to be shining brightly.

Looking at Sun Dong on the other side, he was dressed in simple clothes, had an ordinary face, and was holding a pair of crumpled pieces of paper. Compared with this painting, it was a world of difference.

"Brother, please introduce it to us. Whose is this painting? How much is it worth?" A young girl wearing a white skirt asked with a smile.

"This painting is the true meaning of Ren Bonian, a painter of the Qing Dynasty. The name of the painting is Xiangu Pays Birthday. This painting is about six square feet. If one square foot costs one million, it is still more than six million, but now it is six hundred

If you can't buy it anymore, at least this amount is required." Huang Zheng held out a finger.

Everyone around him first looked at his fingers, and then all their eyes turned to the painting.

Everyone started talking again. In addition to praising the painting, they also praised Huang Zheng's filial piety.

Just when everyone was talking non-stop, Sun Dong suddenly said, "Your fairy birthday wishes are fake and fake."

As soon as his words came out, the surrounding area suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked over with confusion in their eyes.

"Countryman, what do you know? I said your painting is fake, and I have a basis for it. Look at your painting. It depicts a beautiful woman, and then there is a sycamore tree, and the leaves of the sycamore tree are still falling.

It's light, it's obviously a very cold season in autumn, but you still have a fan in your hand, do you think it's reasonable? Can a painter with any brains draw such a painting? You actually say it is authentic?"

Huang Zheng laughed and said.

"My painting is authentic, and your painting is fake." Sun Dong smiled slightly and said calmly.

At this time, Miss Huang Er gently touched her arm and winked at him, signaling Sun Dong not to argue with them.

"You are so ignorant, country bumpkin. Then tell me if my painting is fake and why it is fake. If your painting is real, why is it real?" Huang Zheng was full of arrogance and uttered arrogant words.

"Okay, then I'll tell you something."

Just as Sun Dong was about to speak, a servant came in from outside and quickly came to the old man Huang Shanhe and said, "Master, Mr. Ouyang is here to visit and wants to celebrate your birthday."

"Ah, come in quickly, come in quickly." Hearing that his old friend was visiting, Huang Shanhe suddenly became excited and ordered his servants to go out to greet him.

Under the leadership of the servant, Ouyang Qingqing walked in from outside.

Ouyang Qingfeng shook hands with Huang Shanhe warmly, then turned around and suddenly spotted Sun Dong. Then he walked up to Sun Dong in surprise and asked, "Little brother, why are you here?" "You are right,

From a polite point of view, I really should have framed the painting, but the incident happened suddenly and I was in a hurry, so I didn’t frame it. However, the value of a painting does not lie in its appearance but in its connotation and collection.

Value." Sun Dong said calmly.

"Okay, take it out and have a look. Whose painting is it? Is it Qi Baishi's or Zhang Daqian's?" After all, Huang Zhenyu is a rich man and has seen the world, so he said carelessly.

"It's not Qi Baishi's, nor Zhang Daqian's, but Tang Bohu's."

As soon as his words came out, there was a buzz around him. Tang Bohu was a well-known figure in the ancient Chinese painting world. Everyone knew about him. His authentic works are hard to find in the world.

"You're bragging, how can you, a countryman, find the authentic work of Tang Bohu?" Huang Zheng, who was sitting on the other side, frowned and said louder.

"I really don't have the money. I don't have the money to buy such an expensive painting. Huang Er and I went to buy it together. I have a good eye and she spends the money." Now Sun Dong casually took out a few

It's not difficult at all, but since everyone defines him as an ordinary person, a rural person with no money, let's satisfy their wishes."

"What? If it's Tang Bohu, bring it over and let me take a look." Miss Huang Er's grandfather, Huang Shanhe, said with a surprised look on his face.

"Let's go and show grandpa the paintings." Miss Huang Er hugged Sun Dong's arm and walked towards Huangshan River without looking at everyone's eyes.

When he walked to Huangshan River, in front of everyone, Sun Dong opened the plastic bag and took out the short character painting.

When Sun Dong took out this painting, almost everyone present couldn't help laughing.

People who know how to paint will naturally understand. To people who don't know how to paint, this painting is just a small piece of colored paper, wrinkled, with traces of time, and even a little dirty.

"Grandpa, I don't quite understand. Sun Dong chose this for you. Do you think it's real or fake?" Sun Dong and Miss Huang Er each displayed the painting with four hands on each side, holding it up for the old man to see.

look.

The old man's eyes widened and he looked carefully, his lips trembling slightly.

Obviously he was completely attracted by this beautiful picture. Although he couldn't tell the authenticity, he liked it quite a lot.

"You don't need to look at it. This painting is fake at first glance. It's old. The yellow on it is not the color of the year. Secondly, it was dyed with black tea." At this moment, Huang Zheng stood up.

, walked over with his arms crossed, and said with a mocking look on his face.

"Brother, can you stop talking nonsense? Sun Dong bought this from an antique shop. This painting cannot be fake." Miss Huang Er glanced at her cousin with resentment and said dissatisfied.

"My sister, you don't understand the antique business. Let me tell you, antiques are all about scheming and forgery. Tang Bohu's works do not exist in this world at all. If they do exist, they are in foreign museums.

There is no one in our country’s museums, and I’m talking about the authentic ones.” Huang Zheng raised his head, looking arrogant.

"Brother, Sun Dong is very discerning." Miss Huang Er really couldn't tell the truth from the lie, so she didn't know whether what Huang Zheng said was true or false.

"Anyone who knows a little bit about painting can tell at a glance that this painting is too fake, so to speak.

, this painting can be worth at most fifty yuan, which is half an hour’s public expense for an ordinary painter.” Huang Zheng added.

"Brother, do you know how to draw?" Miss Huang Er was a little anxious.

"Do you think I understand? I go to the antique store every day to collect. The fairy birthday picture I gave to my grandpa is real. Bring it up and show it to everyone." Huang Zheng waved his hand, and two beautiful women behind him

The servant, wearing a cheongsam and white gloves, brought over a framed picture.

When the two maids came out carrying the painting, there was a burst of applause from around them.

Look at the way he appeared, and the beautifully framed painting, placed in this lobby, it can be said to be shining brightly.

Looking at Sun Dong on the other side, he was dressed in simple clothes, had an ordinary face, and was holding a pair of crumpled pieces of paper. Compared with this painting, it was a world of difference.

"Brother, please introduce it to us. Whose is this painting? How much is it worth?" A young girl wearing a white skirt asked with a smile.

"This painting is the true meaning of Ren Bonian, a painter of the Qing Dynasty. The name of the painting is Xiangu Pays Birthday. This painting is about six square feet. If one square foot costs one million, it is still more than six million, but now it is six hundred

If you can't buy it anymore, at least this amount is required." Huang Zheng held out a finger.

Everyone around him first looked at his fingers, and then all their eyes turned to the painting.

Everyone started talking again. In addition to praising the painting, they also praised Huang Zheng's filial piety.

Just when everyone was talking non-stop, Sun Dong suddenly said, "Your fairy birthday wishes are fake and fake."

As soon as his words came out, the surrounding area suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked over with confusion in their eyes.

"Countryman, what do you know? I said your painting is fake, and I have a basis for it. Look at your painting. It depicts a beautiful woman, and then there is a sycamore tree, and the leaves of the sycamore tree are still falling.

It's light, it's obviously a very cold season in autumn, but you still have a fan in your hand, do you think it's reasonable? Can a painter with any brains draw such a painting? You actually say it is authentic?"

Huang Zheng laughed and said.

"My painting is authentic, and your painting is fake." Sun Dong smiled slightly and said calmly.

At this time, Miss Huang Er gently touched her arm and winked at him, signaling Sun Dong not to argue with them.

"You are so ignorant, country bumpkin. Then tell me if my painting is fake and why it is fake. If your painting is real, why is it real?" Huang Zheng was full of arrogance and uttered arrogant words.

"Okay, then I'll tell you something."

Just as Sun Dong was about to speak, a servant came in from outside and quickly came to the old man Huang Shanhe and said, "Master, Mr. Ouyang is here to visit and wants to celebrate your birthday."

"Ah, come in quickly, come in quickly." Hearing that his old friend was visiting, Huang Shanhe suddenly became excited and ordered his servants to go out to greet him.

Under the leadership of the servant, Ouyang Qingqing walked in from outside.
Chapter completed!