When Zeng Jing heard the result, he shouted: "If we only rely on the poems and paintings on the folding fan, then the Manchu text on the folding fan is obviously more convincing."
As he spoke, he turned his head and glared at Zhang Yuan angrily and said: "Although there were many literary and literary prisons in the Qing Dynasty, they did not run through the entire Qing Dynasty. What evidence do you have to prove that this is not something from the Qing Dynasty?"
After saying this, a group of people in the venue who followed Zeng Jing and chose "Antiquities of the Qing Dynasty" also started making noises.
"Mr. Zeng is right, there must be a reason for everything. Why is what you said is true, but what Teacher Zeng said is wrong."
"That is, words can express the times better than paintings. Unless more evidence is provided, I will not accept it."
"Yes, I'm not convinced!"
The more people talked, the more excited they became, and they even kept pointing at Zhang Yuan.
Seeing this scene, Huang Xiaoyun glanced at Zhang Yuan nervously.
I saw Zhang Yuan smiling and looking confident.
Facing the criticism and questioning from everyone, he did not show any timidity at all, but looked directly at Manager Wang on the stage.
"Guanshi Wang, is it my job to explain, or is it your job?"
Manager Wang stood on the stage, gently shaking the jade fracture fan, and at the same time looking at Zhang Yuan with interest.
He smiled slightly and said to Zhang Yuan: "You explain it first, and I will listen."
Hearing what Manager Wang said, Zeng Jing immediately pressed him: "Yes, you said it was from the Ming Dynasty, then you have to provide evidence. If not, then you have to kneel down in front of me.
Apologize!"
Oops!
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the venue was stunned.
Kneel down!
This is too cruel!
Those present are all connoisseurs of antiques and antiques. If you kneel down here, you won’t be able to continue to hang out in this circle in the future.
Manager Wang frowned slightly. He liked to see arguments, but he didn't want any uncertainty.
However, he did not stop him. Instead, he turned to look at Zhang Yuan.
"Young man, what do you think?"
Zhang Yuan smiled lightly and said immediately: "I think it's pretty good."
"Okay, you agree!"
Zeng Jing was afraid that Zhang Yuan would regret it and immediately followed up: "If you can't say "", or if you say it wrong, you have to kneel down and apologize to me and compensate for the loss of my reputation."
I saw the corner of Zhang Yuan's mouth twitching slightly.
Then, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the folding fan in Steward Wang's hand.
"Manager Wang, if my guess is correct, the Manchu characters on the bones of your jade fracture fan are higher than the Chinese characters, right?"
After hearing Zhang Yuan's words, Manager Wang's expression suddenly froze.
In the venue.
At this time, everyone noticed the change in the expression on Manager Wang's face.
Suddenly, they couldn't help but started talking quietly.
"Isn't it true that he was right?"
"I don't know, but looking at the expression on Manager Wang's face, I feel a little confused."
"If that kid is really right, that would be interesting."
…
Listening to everyone's discussion, Zeng Jing couldn't help but feel a little thump in his heart.
However, at least for now, he still stiffened his neck and faced Butler Wang: "Butler Wang, is he right?"
Butler Wang first looked down at the fan bone, and then looked at Zhang Yuan.
Only those who have come into contact with the fan know the secret on the fan bone. Who is this boy?
Zhang Yuan looked at Butler Wang calmly.
"Butler Wang, it doesn't matter if you say so."
"Yes, it is exactly what this little brother said."
As he spoke, Butler Wang projected the image of the fan bone on the screen.
Now, everyone can see clearly.
"The Manchu characters are really engraved on the Chinese characters, so this is really a fan from the late Ming Dynasty."
Snapped!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
At this moment, the person who had just made the choice with Zeng Jing and accused Zhang Yuan felt as if he had been slapped one after another.
a shame!
This is the real shame.
Manager Wang said: "According to the rules, the person who just made the wrong choice will be eliminated. Now we enter the next round."
second round.
Manager Wang directly took out a painting.
He asked two waiters to unfold the painting in front of everyone.
This is a painting nearly three meters long, with people, landscapes, buildings, flowers, birds, fish and insects on it. It looks like it is a small world of its own.
The moment he saw this painting, Song Siming, who had been silent in the first round, suddenly exclaimed.
"Oh my god, although this painting is in a scroll, there are many different brushstrokes in the painting, and the lines are different in light, dark, soft and hard. It was obviously not done by one person."
Hearing what Song Siming said, everyone else nodded.
"That's right. It looks like several people worked together to complete this painting."
"Not only that, these people who paint are all masters with real skills. Although their styles are very different, there is no sense of incompatibility when they are matched together."
"If we were asked to guess who the people painting these paintings are? That would be really troublesome!"
Listening to everyone's words, Manager Wang said with a smile: "Everyone, the second round test question is to guess how many paintings there are here."
What?
Everyone was stunned.
Song Siming was also startled for a moment.
Although I cannot guess the author of the painting, it is quite difficult to guess how many paintings it is.
at this time.
Huang Xiaoyun said: "There is no sense of inconsistency in the content of this painting. Although there are different styles and techniques, it is impossible for a painter to only use one technique. People who can see these paintings can also
You must be able to know who the author of the painting is."
After everyone heard Huang Xiaoyun's words, they all agreed.
"That's true, it's too difficult!"
"I guess even if we bring the original author here, he may not be able to guess it."
"Not only that, if this kind of spliced antiques is mixed with high-quality fakes, it will be even worse."
After some discussion, everyone in the venue frowned.
The atmosphere suddenly became dull at this moment, and time in the venue seemed to have stopped flowing.
Manager Wang glanced at everyone in the venue. He had already expected such a reaction.
However, suddenly, Manager Wang had a thought in his mind and couldn't help turning his head to look at Zhang Yuan.
He secretly said in his heart: "That kid, I don't know if he can see it."
At this moment, Zhang Yuan's mind had already flooded with news about the painting.
"A painting of the vast mist of the Southern Song Dynasty is worth 10 million!"
"A Yuan Dynasty painting of birds singing and flowers fragrant, worth eight million!"
"The Imperial Court of the Ming Dynasty is worth thirteen million!"
After reading it, Zhang Yuan glanced at the people who were thinking hard.
He cleared his throat and said loudly: "That picture is made up of three genuine paintings!"
boom!
His voice, like thunder, exploded in the venue.
Everyone in the venue immediately raised their heads at the same time.
At this moment, the whole place was in an uproar, and everyone was shocked again!