"We are all a family, so why are you so polite?" Qin Wanwan gently held her shoulders in comfort, "My family is also in Tang Palace, and I haven't had anyone to play with recently. Let's spend a few days together."
"Yes, Wanrong, don't refuse, go to Gu Chi first." Gu's mother also said.
Gu Chi glanced at Lu Wanrong in the rear mirror and turned the car onto the road to Tang Palace.
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Inkblot Gallery.
Inside the VIP reception room.
The gallery owner opened the box he held in his hand, took out the calligraphy and painting inside, and carefully unfolded it on the table, "Mr. Qiao, look, this is the "Ink Bamboo Picture" I mentioned to you last time. Take a look.
"
Qiao Haoting looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the table, and his eyes fell on Chu Xiaochen, "Xing'er, come and take a look."
Because he knew her name was Chen Xing, he called her Xing'er very affectionately. Chu Xiaochen also felt a long-lost intimacy with this name, so he gave in to Mr. Qiao's temper.
Walking over and looking at the paintings on the table, Chu Xiaochen said, "This should be Wen Tong's "Ink Bamboo Picture", right?"
"Miss, you have good eyesight." The gallery owner smiled, "Yes, it is Wen Tong's "Ink Bamboo Picture"."
After hearing this, Chu Xiaochen raised his lips slightly, "However, as far as I know, the original "Ink Bamboo Picture" should be preserved in the Taipei Museum. Although this one looks very similar, it has its own form but no other meaning. It is absolutely impossible.
It’s authentic.”
"This..." The gallery owner had a somewhat embarrassed look on his face, "This is indeed not an authentic painting, but the person selling the painting said that it was copied by people in the Qing Dynasty, and it is also very valuable for collection."
"Qing Dynasty?" Chu Xiaochen's smile got a little thicker, "Boss, you and Grandpa Qiao must have known each other for a day or two, right?"
The gallery owner observed her expression, a little confused, "That's natural, Mr. Qiao and I have known each other for several years."
"Then...you must be joking with Grandpa Qiao when you bring this thing out, right?" Chu Xiaochen looked at him with a pair of bright eyes for a moment, and then chuckled, "Why don't you really recognize you?"
Take it out and show it to Grandpa Qiao, and I will also open my eyes."
The corner of the gallery owner's lips twitched, and then he laughed out loud, "Miss, you are right, this is actually just for fun. I took it out to test Mr. Qiao's eyesight. The real good stuff must be behind.
"
With that said, he walked out of the door and came back with a painting and calligraphy in a moment. He put away the previous scene and unfolded a new one on the table, "Look at this one again."
Chu Xiaochen walked to the table and took a look, his eyes brightened. He carefully took the magnifying glass and observed it for nearly half an hour before he straightened up.
"Looking at the quality of the paper and ink, it should be old. This technique is a bit like the Qing Dynasty's Xi Xian..." She put down the magnifying glass and looked at the gallery owner, "I don't know if I am right?"
"Miss, you really have a pair of discerning eyes." The gallery owner smiled and nodded, "This is the authentic painting I told Mr. Qiao. Mr. Qiao, look at it..."
Mr. Qiao laughed and said, "I have never been interested in fakes. Even if they are presented to you, forget about this painting. It's getting late, Xing'er, go have dinner with grandpa."
He has been collecting calligraphy and paintings for many years. How can Mr. Qiao not understand the principles of painting? He specially asked Chu Xiaochen to come here today just to find an opportunity to get in touch with her.
The gallery owner reluctantly sent the two of them out and looked at the car getting further away. He just shook his head and sighed, "Looking at how young this girl is, I didn't expect her eyes to be so sharp. If I had known better, I would have brought out the original work!"
