.The price of 12 million quickly appeared on the screen.
Mr. Gao held the cup nervously. With his financial resources, it would be no problem to directly increase it to 20 million, but the bidding is not a pure competition of financial resources.
Of course it's best if you can get it at a lower price. Those who only know how to use high prices to hit people are just idiots, and they will be laughed at when they go back.
Twelve million, temporarily fixed there, Grand began to speak again.
His words were very provocative, and within a few seconds, the number on the big screen changed again, this time it was 12.5 million.
There was a bit of disappointment on Mr. Gao's face, but he didn't stop and immediately added another 200,000 euros.
On the screen, the latest price was always 200,000, with 300,000 being added up, until it stopped at 15.8 million.
The price of 15.8 million was finally fixed and eventually became the transaction price.
"Mr. Gao, congratulations!"
Mr. Mao was the first to congratulate me. The price was increased directly from 14.8 million to 1 million by Mr. Gao. Otherwise, I don’t know how long the competition would last.
"Thank you, thank you!"
Mr. Gao laughed loudly and wiped the sweat from his forehead. People who have never participated in a big auction can never imagine the pressure of bidding in a large auction. Even Mr. Gao is a billionaire, he was sweating nervously at this moment.
Each price increase is two to three hundred thousand, which is euros. If converted into RMB, it would be two to three million.
Price increases of several million each time are rare in China.
The painting was finally taken down, and Mr. Gao's heart was completely relieved. This big auction was not in vain for him, but this painting made him extremely satisfied.
In China, it is not always possible to buy such paintings.
The auction was still going on. The assistant beside Grand came over with a very long scroll, followed by a very long push chair. Seeing this scene, Dean Huang, Lin Lang and the others immediately sat upright.
body.
Such a long push chair must be displayed with a very long painting, and such paintings are rare.
The two of them had a vague feeling in their hearts.
Li Yang also sat up straight, and the three people's faces were all a little serious. Bai Ming, who wanted to speak, also closed his mouth and looked at them in surprise.
The three of them were so cautious. This was the first time they saw them at this big auction, which made Bai Ming unnaturally swallow back what he wanted to say.
When the cart reached Grand's side, Grand smiled slightly and began to speak slowly: "The following is a great work, a great work that truly shocked the world. It is called "Along the River During Qingming Festival" and was painted by Zhang Zeduan during the Northern Song Dynasty in China.
write……"
Following his words, the assistant on the side slowly unfolded the painting.
Bai Ming, Mr. Gao, Mr. Mao and Teacher Cai all opened their mouths and stared blankly at the big screen.
Bai Ming, in particular, shook his head vigorously and looked at Dean Huang.
He wanted to know if he had heard it wrong. "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", wasn't this painting being hidden in the Forbidden City? How could it appear here?
Could it be that the Forbidden City is so poor that it has started selling words?
Seeing that Dean Huang's expression was always serious, he turned his head stiffly. Of course it was impossible for the Forbidden City to secretly sell paintings, he just thought about it.
At this moment, a close-up of the long cart-length painting started to appear on the screen.
The scroll unfolded, and a landscape was displayed in front of everyone. Dean Huang's brows twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything, he just watched the picture change quietly.
The painting is very long. The assistant unfolded it slowly, and the camera followed. Grand did not speak at all at this time. He seemed to have arrived in advance, allowing everyone to slowly appreciate the painting.
After the mountains and rivers, there is a small stream. There is a camel team beside the stream. It looks like the suburbs of the city. These teams are rushing into the city.
Further ahead, there are several small farmhouses, neatly distributed among a forest. There are several trees with bird's nests in the woods, which look extremely real.
There is also a threshing field next to the woods, with several stone mills idle there. There is a sheepfold not far away, and there seems to be a chicken and duck nest next to the sheepfold.
Just looking at these, it is a quiet pastoral scenery, extremely beautiful.
And everyone who saw this seemed to have returned hundreds of years ago to this peaceful land.
The scene continued to unfold, and the road suddenly became lively. A wedding team was slowly moving forward. The groom in the team was riding a tall horse and looking around happily.
He seemed to be saying that today is his big day and he invites everyone to come and eat sweets.
Seeing this scene, many people had unnatural smiles on their faces, as if they were infected by his joy.
The paintings were still being turned over, and then a sedan appeared, followed by a man carrying fish and meat. This was brought by the mother-in-law's family to wish her son-in-law a prosperous year.
The wedding team entered the market, and it became even more lively behind it. People in the teahouses and shops on both sides of the street looked at it with a sense of envy.
Even the juggler who was performing next to him was staring blankly at the wedding procession, not knowing what he was thinking.
The picture has just been shown here. This is only a small part of the painting, but it has already stunned everyone.
Grand seemed to feel that time was passing a little slower. He nodded slightly to the assistant next to him. The assistant opened the screen suddenly faster. Dean Huang sat up from the sofa and looked at the screen blankly.
This painting is very long. If you don't pay attention when opening it, it can easily cause damage.
"Grandpa Huang!"
Dean Huang's actions startled Wang Jiajia next to him. He had an illness yesterday. Wang Jiajia didn't care to look at the screen now and looked at him nervously.
"I'm fine!"
Dean Huang swallowed hard, Lin Lang glanced at him, then turned back to look at the big screen.
Lin Lang already understood in his heart that Moratti did not lie to him. This painting might really be real. You can understand it just by looking at Dean Huang's performance.
Li Yang was still sitting there and did not move.
The painting was still unfolding, but before that, he had already seen everything in the painting. He had already turned on his special abilities when the painting was brought over.
Under the three-dimensional picture, Li Yang could see more clearly and intuitively.
With the long painting silk, everything in the painting was displayed in the three-dimensional picture. Before the painting was completely unfolded, he had already seen everything clearly.
The landscape at the beginning, the small seal of two dragons at the end of the painting, and the unique thin gold calligraphy of Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, especially the five large characters "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" are particularly conspicuous.
The aperture of the entire painting, as well as the silk scroll, all match the period of the Northern Song Dynasty.
The most important thing is the simple and natural sense brought by the painting itself. In the three-dimensional picture, this sense is even stronger. Li Yang even felt that he had arrived in the Song Dynasty and Bianjing.
He seemed to be already in this prosperous capital city.
In this painting, Li Yang already understood everything without looking at Dean Huang's expression. This is the real book.
The picture unfolded very quickly. After a while, the whole picture was unfolded. Mr. Mao, Teacher Cai and Bai Ming also stood up, while Mr. Gao had already walked to the big screen and was watching blankly.
All this.
"Why is it that there is only Li Dongyang's inscription and postscript, and the rest are gone? Where is Lu Feiqi's and Jiaqing's seal?"
Teacher Cai suddenly shouted. He had been to the Forbidden City and had seen the painting in the Forbidden City. This painting has many similarities with that painting, but there are also many differences.
First of all, this painting is complete, with the landscape at the beginning, the double dragon seal at the back and the signature of Song Huizong.
The difference is that since Li Dongyang, the inscriptions and seals of the later collectors have disappeared. Yan Song, Jiaqing and others have all disappeared from this painting.
"Without these, is this a fake?"
Mr. Gao came back and said something in surprise. After saying that, he stood there again.
No one answered his words. Bai Ming, Mr. Mao and Teacher Cai all looked back at Dean Huang to see if the painting was a fake. The most authoritative and convincing person was Dean Huang.
In fact, in terms of calligraphy and painting, Mr. Fang and Mr. Xu are the authorities in China, but Dean Huang's achievements in calligraphy and painting are not bad. Even if he is not as good as them, it is not much different.
And here, Dean Huang is their authority, especially "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" is the treasure of the Forbidden City.
"This is not a fake, this is the real original!"
Dean Huang did not speak, but Lin Lang turned around and said slowly. The eyes of several people were instantly focused on him.
"The reason why Yan Song's inscription and postscript and Jiaqing's seal are gone is because the one collected by the Forbidden City was a fake obtained by Yan Song. The authentic one was hidden until today, when it was truly revealed!"
Lin Lang slowly said again, Bai Ming, Mao Lao and others' eyes widened even more, but there was a look of surprise on their faces.
According to legend, in the third year of the Jiajing reign of the Ming Dynasty, "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" was passed into the hands of Lu Wan, who was the Crown Prince Shaobao, Minister of the Ministry of War, and a famous official.
Lu Wan and his wife liked this painting very much. Even after Lu Wan's death, his wife hid the painting tightly and did not even let her son see it.
Lu Wan's wife had a nephew. Knowing the existence of this painting, she curried favor with her and repeatedly begged her. Finally, Lu Wan's wife had no choice but to agree to let him see it in her attic, but he was not allowed to bring pen and ink, let alone
Tell outsiders.
The lady's nephew is a talented person. After seeing it several times, he actually memorized the painting completely.
And he also copied a very similar painting.
After that, Yan Song learned about this and tried to get the painting. According to unofficial rumors, what Yan Song got at that time should be a real painting, but now it seems that what Yan Song got is still a fake.
However, these are all unofficial histories, and some say that the painting was sold by Lu Wan's son due to lack of money, and was later acquired by Yan Song. However, regardless of the rumors, the painting was in Yan Song's hands.
Then Yan Song left an inscription and postscript on the painting.
Many people know this rumor, including Bai Ming and Mao Lao. If this painting is really authentic as Lin Lang said, then the one Yan Song got must be a fake.
That can also explain why Yan Songhe's later inscriptions and seals are gone.
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The third update is a little later, but it’s finally updated. Xiaoyu is going to bed. Tomorrow is Sunday, so I’ll have a good night’s sleep.ro!.
