The mud was washed away by the water, revealing those white jade-like toes. Li Yujie didn't know what she thought of, and looked at it with a strange smile.
Li Tianyuan seemed to understand what he was thinking, and reached out to slap him on the back of the head, then glared hard at him.
Li Yujie covered the back of her head and finally restrained herself.
After a short while, Wang Yingjun washed her hands and feet clean. She didn't care that her gauze skirt was stained with mud and water. She ran over happily and said, "Brother, you can go."
Li Tianyuan smiled and walked forward.
The antique collection room is located in the last row of the Li family's house. It has a custom-made pure steel door, and the walls and floor are inlaid with steel plates more than ten centimeters thick. The security measures are almost comparable to those of a bank vault.
After all, these are the most valuable things of the Li family, with a total value of nearly 100 billion.
Except for Li Tianyuan, no one can enter easily on weekdays.
When I got to the door, I had to verify my fingerprints, enter my password, and finally take out a key and twist it several times.
The heavy steel door was opened, and Li Tianyuan took the lead and walked in.
The collection room is very large and connects several rooms. There are cameras and various alarms everywhere.
Even if a mouse passes by here, it will trigger an alarm. Within ten seconds, a nearby guard will rush in to check the situation.
Each guard has a one-button alarm that goes directly to the police command center.
"Tianle, you and Yujie accompany Mr. Jiang to take a look, and I will take Yingjun to see the picture of a hundred-year-old autumn mountain." Li Tianyuan ordered.
Li Tianle and Li Yujie didn't have any objections and went shopping with Jiang Zhihao honestly.
Jiang Zhihao really had no intention of picking up the big leaks in the Li family today. The water had to be boiled slowly, as it would heat up too quickly and scare people away.
He was very cooperative and admired it from a safe distance. He had no intention of picking it up, nor did he say anything about buying it.
This made Li Tianle feel a little more relaxed. Like Li Tianyuan, if Jiang Zhihao really offered to buy something, it would be hard for him to refuse.
After a while, Jiang Zhihao wandered into the second room and saw Li Tianyuan and Wang Yingjun standing there, admiring a painting and calligraphy.
Wang Yingjun looked at it very carefully and didn't want to miss every detail. He didn't even notice Jiang Zhihao and others coming over.
Jiang Zhihao came over, took a look at this painting of a hundred-year-old autumn mountain, and suddenly said: "This is a fake."
Li Tianyuan looked at him in astonishment, while Wang Yingjun raised her head, frowned slightly, and said, "Mr. Jiang, do you understand this painting?"
"It's not a special understanding." Jiang Zhihao said.
"Then how could you say that this is a fake?" Wang Yingjun raised her eyebrows and said calmly: "This painting has the seal of the Qiushan people, and it is authentic everywhere."
Jiang Zhihao smiled and said: "It is precisely because of this seal that it is fake."
This time even Li Tianyuan couldn't stand listening anymore and said: "Mr. Jiang, I really don't understand what you are saying. Why does it have to be fake if it has a seal?"
"Because Qiushan people live in seclusion in the mountains, it is precisely because they are tired of the world, so he hates secular things like seals. Therefore, every time he paints, he only signs his name Qiushan people and never stamps it." Jiang Zhihao said: "
But later, when his paintings were circulated, some people felt that it looked ugly without the seal, so they added it privately. Anyway, the Akiyama people were already dead at the time, so there was no way to refute it."
"That can only mean that the real painting is stamped with a fake stamp. It does not mean that it is a fake." Li Tianyuan said.
"This starts with the origin of rice paper and calligraphy fonts." Jiang Zhihao said: "As we all know, the origin of rice paper is the Tang Dynasty. In the Song and Yuan Dynasties, the Cao family migrated to Xiaoling, Jingxian County.
It was comprehensively and systematically made from green sandalwood bark. But in the early Tang Dynasty, the quality of rice paper was very average. Akiyama was born in the late Sui and early Tang Dynasties, and the rice paper he could use at that time could never be so good."