"Aran, is this broken painting by Lao Yang really authentic? Are you sure you read it correctly?"
When Chen Ran and Guo Hai each held a painting in their arms and walked towards the place where the off-road vehicle was parked, Guo Hai looked at the rather simple ancient painting in his arms.
Why do I feel so uneasy?
"I can't say for sure, but it feels like it's true."
Chen Ran deliberately lowered his voice so that only Guo Hai could hear it clearly. Of course he was not unsure. Although he didn't know why the five experts identified the painting as a fake, he still believed that his powers were not accurate.
There will be mistakes, after all, he already has experience in this area, just like the dragon and phoenix jade pendant.
Maybe there is something special about this painting that made the five experts miss it. When he got the official kiln plum vase, wasn't it the same, Chen Ran thought.
Chen Ran's words made Guo Hai's eyes widen: "You can't even tell that you dare to bid 20,000 to buy it?"
Chen Ran glanced at him: "Isn't that what the antique business is like? It's not that easy to pick up something that's missing. How can someone leave you the opportunity to pick something up if you can see it right at a glance!"
"That's not the same as gambling!" Guo Hai secretly exclaimed.
"Yes, some time ago, more than 50 experts from the State Administration of Cultural Heritage discussed counterfeiting of antiques, but only 5 experts voted in favor. Because antiques do not harm people's health, they must mix true and false, just like gambling.
The same thing is interesting. Playing antiques is a gamble in itself. This is a gamble that is even more exciting than gambling on the stock market. If you want to play this kind of gamble, you have to be able to win and lose, because everyone has it.
When you make a mistake."
Chen Ran said this to Guo Hai with deep meaning. He could tell that Guo Hai had the idea of playing antiques with him.
The antique market is a huge casino. Once you step in, don't even think about jumping out. It will make people deeply addicted to it. If Guo Hai is interested, he can collect it, but Chen Ran doesn't want to
Guo Hai is counting on this to make money, which means he doesn't want Guo Hai to follow his path.
Chen Ran did this for Guo Hai's own good. Guo Hai only saw him picking things up one after another, but he didn't see the cruelty of the antique industry. Some people died of vomiting blood after being punched in the eye, and some committed suicide by jumping off a building. This kind of thing is rarely spread in the circle.
The reason why I am able to pick up things one after another is not because I have special powers. How many times I have picked things up is secondary. The most important thing is that with the help of my powers, I can at least ensure that I will not be blinded, which will also make me stand out.
A place of defeat.
As they talked, the two walked to the parking lot on the left side of the TV station yard. Coincidentally, Wang Zhiqing and Liu Lei were also in the parking lot at this moment. Not only the two of them, but also several people who seemed to be from the TV station.
This can be seen from the female host. At this time, a group of them were talking and laughing around a black Audi car.
Seeing this scene, Chen Ran guessed that it was the ancient writing expert that Wang Zhiqing was going to pick up.
Chen Ran's off-road vehicle was only two cars away from their group. Chen Ran deliberately went up to say hello and met him. If he didn't say hello, it would seem a little incompetent, but this group of them
Chen Ran only knew Wang Zhiqing, so it would be pointless for him to get involved. In addition, Wang Zhiqing's back was turned to him at the moment. After thinking about it for a while, he gave up.
Guo Hai got into the off-road vehicle with the car keys. Chen Ran opened the passenger seat door from the other side with two paintings in his arms. Just when he was about to get in, a startling sound suddenly came from behind:
"Xiao Chen?"
Hearing this title, Chen Ran looked back subconsciously, but he didn't find anyone familiar. He thought he heard it wrong, so he didn't pay attention. Unexpectedly, just when he was about to turn around, the person opposite him
Wang Zhiqing and his group all turned their gazes over, and then they saw a tall old man walking out of the crowd, and everyone surrounding him gave way to him.
Way to go.
"Xiao Chen, it's really you!" When the old man saw Chen Ran, he laughed loudly like a bell.
Chen Ran was a little dazed. He didn't seem to know this old man, but he seemed to have some impression. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly remembered the identity of this old man. This old man was one of the judges of the jade carving competition.
It seems that his surname is Ma.
Chen Ran didn't have much contact with the judge, nor did he say a word. They only met once after the competition.
"Mr. Ma, you are here too."
Regardless of whether they were familiar with each other or not, Chen Ran couldn't ignore people who took the initiative to say hello, so he quickly said hello to them.
"Xiao Chen, what you said is wrong. Why can't I be here? I want to ask you, why are you here? Why are you trying to fight with an old man like me when you come to our place?
Say hello, you are considered a barbarian!"
Mr. Ma is very tall. Standing in front of Chen Ran, he is a head taller than Chen Ran. His voice is also very loud. If you stand close, it will give people a buzzing feeling.
Seeing that Mr. Ma spoke so affectionately to Chen Ran, and even stepped forward to pat Chen Ran on the shoulder, his attitude was as if he was discussing friendship with his peers. Everyone present was shocked, including Wang Zhiqing and Liu Lei, who were all wide-eyed.
He closed his eyes and looked at this scene with some disbelief.
Hearing Mr. Ma's words, Chen Ran was a little dumbfounded. What do you mean by coming to your paradise? My home is here, why can't I come here?
He was about to explain, but at this moment, Mr. Ma accidentally saw the two ancient paintings in Chen Ran's arms, patted Chen Ran on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Xiao Chen, you also have research on calligraphy and painting.
, did you find something good..."
Mr. Ma is an expert in ancient writing. He once served as a professor of ancient writing at China Renmin University. He is proficient in archeology, oracle bones, ancient writing, Dunhuang, epigraphy, bamboo slips, etc. Of course, he is no stranger to poetry, calligraphy and painting. Wang Zhiqing is Mr. Ma’s disciple.
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"Mr. Ma, you are mistaken this time. How can he study calligraphy and painting? I think he knows nothing about calligraphy and painting!" Before Chen Ran could answer, Liu Lei couldn't help but shook his head and offered two yuan.
Wan bought an imitation worth less than 3,000 yuan. This is only strange because he has studied calligraphy and painting.
At first, he thought that Chen Ran was not from the industry. He was from a certain family who didn't care about the money. There were so many people like this that he was naturally too lazy to take care of him. But now looking at Mr. Ma's behavior, it seemed that this young man was also in the industry.
As a person, his impression of Chen Ran was even worse. He secretly thought that this young man really didn't know what the world was up to. If Mr. Ma knew what this young man was doing, I wonder what he would think.
Wang Zhiqing also smiled bitterly, but didn't say anything. Now he was somewhat doubtful about Chen Ran picking up the leak twice. After all, if Chen Ran really had eyesight, it would be impossible not to see the authenticity of this painting.
Fake.
"oh?"
When Mr. Ma saw the two paintings in Chen Ran's arms at first, he didn't pay much attention to them. But after hearing what Liu Lei said, he suddenly became interested: "What on earth is going on?"
"This is the painting that Brother Chen received. This painting was appraised by Mr. Yang in the treasure appraisal column. This painting has never been seen before in terms of the scroll and the style of the painter.
It should be an imitation of a literati painting. Lao Liu and I, as well as Lao He, the director of the Cultural Relics Appraisal Committee, Lao Zhang from the museum, and Teacher Li from Tianzhong University all believed that this painting was a modern handicraft. I gave it an estimated price of
It's about three thousand yuan, but after the treasure appraisal column ended, Brother Chen actually spent twenty thousand yuan to accept it." Wang Zhiqing explained to Mr. Ma with a wry smile.
As soon as he said this, everyone on the TV station who had not seen the scene just now looked at Chen Ran in surprise, with a hint of weirdness in their eyes. It was obvious that they suspected that there was something wrong with Chen Ran's mind.
But none of them noticed it, but Mr. Ma's eyes suddenly lit up, he looked at Chen Ran with interest and said, "Xiao Chen, can I take a look at this painting?"
Chen Ran had never seen this painting before, but since Wang Zhiqing and the others had not identified it, Chen Ran thought that if he didn't use his powers, he probably wouldn't be able to tell whether it was true or false, so he might as well let Ma
Let's take a look, old man.
"Mr. Ma, you don't have to look at it. This painting is fake. It's just a piece of shit. The five of us have taken turns to look at it. How can we go wrong?"
Liu Lei didn't expect that after telling Mr. Ma, Mr. Ma would still look at it. Wasn't he doubting the eyesight of the five of them?
After receiving the framed ancient painting handed over by Chen Ran, Mr. Ma turned around and said with emotion.
"If under other circumstances, all five of you had watched it, I wouldn't have watched it, but there is one exception, and this exception is Xiao Chen!"
