Seeing the intense red light in front of him, He Qing was amazed. His first reaction was that the antique was extraordinary, otherwise how could it emit such a strong spiritual light.
He Qing had already vaguely seen the pattern of his eyes' superpowers before. The greater the value of the collection, the stronger the "treasure light" it emits, because the collection embodies a person's strong will power.
It's just that he has never seen such red light, and he doesn't know what kind of magical effect it will have later.
At this moment, He Qing slowly approached the treasure appraisal table, and he could clearly see that there was an antique "giant painting" placed on the table. The painting seemed to be at least one meter long and about half a meter wide. Except for the
He Qing had seen such a huge picture on TV. This was the first time he saw such a "masterpiece". It was an eye-opener.
When He Qing quietly approached Uncle Long and the others, the chaotic red light rose up regularly, and gradually gathered into a thicker red cloud in front of He Qing's eyes.
It doesn't seem to be much different from the red light I discovered before, with the same reaction.
Immediately, a trace of blood-red light quickly shot into He Qing's eyes.
Different feelings appeared in an instant. He Qing felt that when the red light like red threads was injected into his eyes, his eyes began to swell and hurt, and the pain became more and more painful, and he was extremely uncomfortable. This was a feeling he had never felt before.
At that moment, He Qing couldn't help but frown tightly. He even wanted to get rid of the invasion of the red light, but in the end he gritted his teeth and persisted.
Because as soon as he saw the ancient painting and the very strong red light, he had a crazy idea in his heart, that is, since the red light is so strong, it is very possible to absorb the creation or collection from that painting.
With artistic inspiration, wouldn’t it be a wonderful thing if you could learn the exquisite skills of painting?
After looking at Tang Bohu's paintings, he became as good a painter as Tang Bohu. Isn't this a great thing that others can't even dream of?
It's just that I'm afraid things are not as simple as imagined. If that's the case, then I can become a great painter who can turn ink into gold in the blink of an eye. However, according to the laws of supernatural powers, this possibility is still very high.
Therefore, He Qing watched with all his concentration and kept his spirits high. Although the swelling and pain in his eyes became more and more severe, he tried his best to restrain himself.
The next moment, wonderful images appeared again, flashing in the eyes and passing by in a flash.
He Qing discovered that the origin of that painting was very extraordinary and legendary. It was actually a collection of the imperial palace of the Ming Dynasty. Several generations of emperors in the Ming Dynasty had personally browsed and appreciated it. It seemed to be extremely precious.
"Really good stuff!" After reading it, He Qing couldn't help but admire it secretly.
Although he knows nothing about the appreciation of ancient calligraphy and painting artworks like other works of art, after understanding the ins and outs, he can basically make a judgment. If something is not good enough, how can it be cherished by so many people? Moreover, in the Ming Dynasty, from Emperor Jiajing to
The last emperor Chongzhen had a collection.
After the fall of the Ming Dynasty, the palace masterpiece was secretly taken out of the palace by an old eunuch. However, it was tampered with before it was transferred from his hands to other people's hands, and it also changed after it entered the antique market.
Anyway, He Qing knew all about the major events that happened before and after that painting. While Uncle Long and Lin Haitao were still figuring out the age of the thing, he had already dated it accurately.
"Ouch!" Secretly, He Qing couldn't help but groan, because at this moment, his eyes were so swollen and painful, as if they were filled with heat, and his eyeballs almost exploded.
An extremely strange thing happened. All the red light that poured into his eyes suddenly poured out and returned to its original position.
He can't absorb it!
It's like his stomach capacity is not big enough to hold a certain amount of food, so when the stomach cannot bear the food, the food will be vomited out.
He couldn't digest it at all!
"Eh?!" He Qing secretly wondered, "Why can't I absorb the artistic inspiration condensed in that painting? Are there any conditions required for this?"
There was nothing much in his mind, no painting or any new memories related to the collection of the painting.
He didn't understand why the red light was retracted, but vaguely, he seemed to realize that he might not have reached the conditions to absorb the "advanced knowledge" corresponding to the "purple-red" level aura, just like in martial arts novels.
Practitioners can only do it step by step. It is impossible to learn superb swordsmanship and other martial arts skills when the foundation of internal strength is still very low.
From this, He Qing also thought of something. He felt that the red light he had absorbed before might be laying the foundation. However, he had not absorbed a lot now, so the foundation was not enough. As the red light absorbed increased, the foundation would become stronger and stronger.
Now that it’s profound, it shouldn’t be a problem to learn Tang Bohu’s painting skills by then!
"Huh~~"
After the red light dissipated automatically, He Qing secretly breathed a long sigh of relief, and his eyes finally felt comfortable.
"Master Long, what do you think of Tang Bohu's "Hunting Picture of the Ming Dynasty Autumn"? Look at this seal, is it an authentic work by Tang Bohu?"
At this moment, I suddenly heard a man's voice next to him asking with a smile.
The person who asked the question was the owner of the ancient painting, a tall, thin, middle-aged man. He Qing had never seen that man before. He was skinny, with dull eyes, and he looked a bit unattractive.
"Tang Bohu's painting?! Is the person who painted the painting Tang Bohu?! It doesn't look like it!"
When He Qing heard the man's voice, He Qing was secretly surprised. Although the video record he had just seen did not indicate who painted the picture, he was familiar with history. According to his understanding of Tang Bohu's life and events,
This painting was not by Tang Bohu, but the painter was from the same period as Tang Bohu, and both were famous painters during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty.
"It's definitely not Tang Bohu's painting! Is the boss lying and making up stories?" He Qing immediately confirmed.
Despite this, he did not deny the value of the painting at all, but was full of expectations and believed that the thing was valuable.
"Boss Shao, I'm sorry, but my eyesight is poor, but I really can't see this painting well." Uncle Long shook his head and replied.
He Qing could tell that Uncle Long didn't think so. He should have noticed that it was not Tang Bohu's authentic work, but he was too embarrassed to explain the situation in person, so he politely said that he was not sure. In fact, he was not optimistic about it.
"Then...do you accept it in your store?!" The man said urgently, "This is a really good painting. If I didn't need money urgently, I would never sell it!"
"Then tell me first, how much do you plan to transfer this painting for?" Uncle Long asked calmly.
The man replied: "Master Long, you are an expert. You have such good eyesight. You must have accurately judged the value of this painting, so you should give me a price."
Hearing this, Uncle Long and Lin Haitao looked at each other with thoughtful expressions in their eyes.
After pondering for a moment, Uncle Long said solemnly: "Boss Shao, since you want me to give a price, then I will tell you the truth first. This painting is indeed older. But it does not belong to Tang Bohu, it belongs to later generations.
It’s a replica. It’s not bad. If we accept it, we’ll give you 400,000 yuan, but it’s only this price at most.”
"Four hundred thousand?!" the man said in a very excited tone, "Master Long, didn't you add more?"
"No, four hundred thousand is the limit price." Uncle Long nodded solemnly and replied, "The price we give you should be very real. If you sell it to others or send it to an auction company, you may not be able to achieve such a price.
, Auction companies generally give careful consideration to imitations of famous artists, because they are risky. Think about it, who will bid for a painting that is said to be an imitation in the brochure, and if it is said to be genuine, what if the buyer
If you see it, their reputation will be bad. Mr. Shao, please think about it carefully, we are not in a hurry."
"Hey, I don't have to think about it!" The man shook his head vigorously and sighed, "This painting is at least 600,000 yuan. I won't consider it even one penny less, because the original price I offered was 1 penny.
A few years ago, a Hong Kong boss was willing to buy it for 1.2 million, but I couldn't bear to part with it. Now I have no choice. My family is in urgent need of money, so I had to raise money to sell it at a low price."
"Oh, is that so?" Uncle Long said suddenly, "Mr. Shao, please put the things away."
They "Jianbaozhai" don't want 600,000!
"Master Laolong is here." Mr. Shao didn't hesitate much, and immediately carefully put the painting away, and quickly said goodbye and left "Jianbao Zhai".
"That painting collected by so many emperors should cost more than 600,000, right?" He Qing thought to himself after Mr. Shao walked away.
He always felt something was wrong, and thought that Uncle Long's judgment was wrong, not because of whether the painting was the authentic work of Tang Bohu, but...
Carefully recalling the image he just saw, He Qing's mind suddenly brightened: "Oh, by the way, the painting was tampered with before and after, but Uncle Long didn't notice it for a while! Maybe the secret is in that place!"
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, because he thought that the "Hunting Picture of the Ming Dynasty" in Mr. Shao's hand was a leak. Once the problem was found and solved, its price would immediately double!
Selling it for a sky-high price of one million or more may not be a problem!
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