"I admire Mr. Ouyang's ability to recognize people more and more now." Zheng Taihua sighed with emotion, took a long and deep look at the embarrassed Gao Shaoyu, then waved his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, let's
Let’s talk about this painting.”
Gao Shaoyu breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling of being held by someone was also overwhelming. Although he was very happy, he also felt a lot of pressure.
It's better to keep a low profile.
"Can you tell what this painting should be?" Zheng Taihua suddenly said seriously.
"I can't tell." Gao Shaoyu smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"It's okay if you can't tell. I can't tell either." Zheng Taihua laughed.
"Ah." Gao Shaoyu said suddenly.
"I thought you, Xiao Gao, knew everything, but it turns out there are things you don't know." Zheng Taihua took a sip of tea, with a rare cunning look in his eyes.
"Manager Zheng didn't expect you to joke?" Gao Shaoyu scratched his head, feeling a bit confused as a monk.
"Why can't I make a joke?" Zheng Taihua said with a smile.
"Of course." Gao Shaoyu laughed helplessly.
"If you want to know what is in this scroll, you have to do it first, otherwise you can't see clearly even with a microscope. Alas, the anti-counterfeiting technology of ancient times is really beyond the reach of us modern people." Zheng Taihua sighed at the same time.
, also praised: "But this technology can be used as a good study and study."
Gao Shaoyu nodded with the same feeling. When fighting against counterfeiting, what you must have is to be able to cheat, know yourself and your enemy, and then you can become a true master of counterfeiting.
"The overlapping technique of this scroll is so exquisite. Every node has been specially treated to make it look fake. Moreover, after such a long time, it has been oxidized for too long, and the scroll itself has begun to bond, and it can no longer be peeled off simply by hand.
But even though the real thing has been obscured, the horizontal and oblique picture of sparse shadows superimposed on the scroll itself is still very good." Zheng Taihua sighed.
"Is there any way to reveal the original work?" Gao Shaoyu frowned, and there was really a little desire and curiosity in his heart. What exactly is this scroll? It must be extremely extraordinary to be processed with such high technology.
"I have a bottle of potion here, which was given to me by Mr. Chen when I went to the capital a few years ago. It is specially used to deal with these overlapping painting techniques. I didn't expect to have a chance to use it after so many years." Zheng Taihua said with a smile, stood up and started from behind.
From a corner of the cabinet, I took out a small bottle the size of Beijing Erguotou.
"Ah, is it Mr. Chen Deyu?" Gao Shaoyu suddenly said in surprise.
"Not bad." Zheng Taihua nodded.
"That will definitely work." Gao Shaoyu's face lit up, and his confidence also increased a lot. Chen Deyu was the former director of the Palace Museum in Beijing. He was a figure like the Taishan Beidou in the antique world. Every collection he had collected was worth it.
It is a national treasure. Anyone who plays antiques and does not know his name is in vain.
"I haven't used it before, so I just gave this painting a try. Xiao Gao, is it too late for you to regret it now?" Zheng Taihua suddenly said seriously.
"Manager Zheng, come here, I want to take a look too." Gao Shaoyu nodded without hesitation.
"Okay." Zheng Taihua took a disposable tea cup, took half a cup of water from the water dispenser next to him, and then added four or five drops of the potion. Suddenly, the clear and transparent pure water suddenly turned green and lustrous.
It has a dark green color with a faint aroma, as if it has undergone some kind of chemical reaction.
"Xiao Gao helped me and flattened the scroll." Zheng Taihua said solemnly.
"Okay." Gao Shaoyu moved the sundries on the table to the side. Fortunately, Manager Zheng's desk is very large. It seems to be specially designed for emergency needs. The entire desk is more than 130 centimeters long and 100 centimeters wide.
The seventy-centimeter scroll was completely unfolded and placed on the table.
Zheng Taihua glanced at Gao Shaoyu, then nodded. He took a clean brush, moistened the diluted dark green liquid, and started cleaning the entire painting. After about five or six minutes, the entire painting was
Everything has been carefully clarified and changed to ensure that nothing is missed.
Zheng Taihua took two steps back, looked at his watch and nodded: "Mr. Chen said that it will be effective in about five minutes."
"This painting is not bad. I'll take a photo first, otherwise I won't have a chance." Gao Shaoyu suddenly smiled and started taking out his mobile phone to take pictures.
"No need, I have a high-definition camera in my room. All the pictures will be captured in high resolution. I will make a copy for you later. It will definitely be clearer than your iPhone." Zheng Taihua pointed to a mung bean on the ceiling above his desk.
The big and small holes said with a smile.
"I didn't expect a camera to be installed in Manager Zheng's office?" Gao Shaoyu was slightly startled.
"I can't help it. There are too many precious things in the room. Not to mention that as I get older, sometimes I can't remember it, so I have to record it to remember it." Manager Zheng laughed.
"Manager Zheng looks very young. If you are old, I'm afraid there won't be many young shopkeepers in the country." Gao Shaoyu said with a smile, and it wasn't all flattery. Zheng Taihua was only forty-five or six years old at most, so he was exactly
In the prime of life, he is indeed very young compared to most shopkeepers in China who are in their fifties or sixties.
While the two were chatting, the scroll began to react slowly. The two of them moved their eyes to the scroll almost at the same time. A layer of mist seemed to appear above the scroll. After a while,
By the time, the entire office was filled with fog.
Soon Song Hao, Chen Jie and Xia Wanqing were outside and rushed in. Song Hao was holding a fire extinguisher, but when he saw the two people in front of him, he was surprised and said: "Manager Zheng...
What's going on?"
"It's okay, don't talk." Zheng Taihua stared at the scroll and just pressed his hands to the people who came in, telling them to be quiet.
The three people looked puzzled and slowly leaned towards the table. They all stared at the white mist coming out of the painting, dumbfounded, as if they had seen something surprising.
In particular, Chen Jie and Xia Wanqing both covered their mouths for fear of accidentally shouting.
The painting began to change slowly, as if the changes were driven by strange forces and inexplicable forces. If it were not seen with the naked eye, it would be hard to believe what you saw.
The sparse and slanted plum branches on the scroll slowly shrank and became smaller, as if suffering from clavicle disease. Soon the branches completely disappeared, and then another painting started based on the original frame.
Slowly spreading, the mountains are majestic, the mangosteens are ink in a hurry, the lines are light and smooth, the ink is light or thick, the ravines are out of the mountains and rocks, the water is flowing, the bamboos are strong and tall, and the orchids are beautiful and fragrant. It is a magical scene.
, and there is a feeling that seems to be formed naturally.
"Hurry up and open the windows to let out the exhaust." After all the pictures were completely revealed, Zheng Taihua waved his hand and asked people to quickly open the windows to let the fog out, so that the line of sight could be clear and he could see more clearly.