Chapter 192: A Picture Within a Picture, Tang Yin's Picture of Spring Trees and Autumn Frost
Chapter 192 There is a painting within the painting, Tang Yin’s painting of spring trees and autumn frost
Author: Pigs Flying in the Sky
Chapter 192 There is a painting within the painting, Tang Yin’s painting of spring trees and autumn frost
There happened to be a big expert here, so he took advantage of this opportunity to ask Mr. Meng to help him uncover the mystery of this painting.
"Mr. Meng, do you really believe that there is another painting below? Don't waste time, He Jincheng, you should admit defeat honestly. If you delay any longer, you will not be able to escape the fate of being stepped on by me!"
Hu Zhengsheng sneered and said,
He felt that He Jincheng was just stalling for time. No matter how many tricks you came up with, it would be useless.
"Haha, based on my superficial experience over the years, there may indeed be another painting underneath this painting. If Qin Xiaoyou doesn't mind if I break it, then I'll give it a try!"
Mr. Meng chuckled and ignored Hu Zhengsheng.
Judging from his experience, as long as there is another painting underneath the painting, the value of the painting will increase dozens or even hundreds of times.
More importantly, he hopes to see a unique painting, which is definitely a great blessing in life for a collector like him who is passionate about Chinese paintings.
"Okay, then I'll bother Mr. Meng!"
He Jincheng also ignored Hu Zhengsheng, the clown. After the following words of General Meng were revealed, it was naturally clear who the clown was.
Mr. Meng immediately asked his assistants to prepare things.
We have everything at the auction, and it was quickly prepared and delivered.
After studying it for almost half an hour, Mr. Meng started to uncover the painting.
With unprecedented seriousness, he pushed away the first layer of drawing paper bit by bit, until he saw that another layer of drawing paper appeared underneath. There was also an excited look on his face, knowing that his judgment was absolutely correct.
Sure enough, there is another painting.
Hu Zhengsheng was a little confused. What's going on? There really is another painting below. How is this possible?
Everyone was also shocked, and everyone stretched their necks to watch Mr. Meng take action.
Another hour or so passed, and under the glare of everyone's eyes, Mr. Meng completely cut one side of the drawing paper in order to protect the underlying layer of drawing paper to the greatest extent.
As the painting paper above was completely uncovered, a landscape painting suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
In the valley where the spring mountains are green and the springs are splashing, the scene of two scribes sitting cross-legged on the rocks near the stream, looking for a quiet conversation, makes people yearn for it, and for a moment they feel a little lost.
"This is……"
Mr. Meng's voice was trembling a little, and his eyes were red as he looked at the second painting in front of him.
"Picture of Spring Trees and Autumn Frost! Oh my God, this is Tang Bohu's Picture of Spring Trees and Autumn Frost!"
"What? It's not that this painting has been lost a long time ago, and the ones circulating now are all imitations. Is this true?"
Everyone exclaimed in shock, and everyone opened their eyes as if they had seen the most incredible thing in the world.
"The high mountains are towering back, dead trees are growing new branches, and buds are blooming, revealing the news of spring. The spring hanging at the mouth of the valley is like a spring, and it merges into the stream, and jumping beads splash out, making a cold sound. The environment is elegant and dusty. This is indeed a spring tree
The Autumn Frost Picture is exactly the same as recorded in history, it is absolutely authentic!"
Mr. Meng's voice trembled and he said with great excitement.
Hu Zhengsheng was completely stunned. Really? How could it be true?
He Jincheng bought it for just over three thousand dollars. If this is true, how much is it worth?
Hu Zhengsheng no longer dares to imagine that if this is the case, then he will definitely lose!
"So, according to Mr. Meng, how much is this painting of mine worth?"
He Jincheng asked with a smile.
He didn't have much interest in antiques, calligraphy and paintings, so it would be better if he could pick them up, so he planned to sell them.
"This... this is a priceless treasure. If you really want to give a price, according to Tang Bohu's calligraphy and painting auction records, I estimate this painting to be at least 100,000. If it is auctioned, it should hopefully exceed 150,000!
"
Meng Lao thought for a while and said.
Everyone took a breath of cold air.
Good guy, hundreds of thousands.
Everyone is a big shot with a net worth of more than one million, but those who can spend so much money at once are definitely not more than half of them.
What's more important is that everyone was blindsided at the auction. He Jincheng bought this painting for only more than 3,000 yuan. This is simply a shocking leak!
He Jincheng smiled faintly.
Prices are very low now, and the price of more than 100,000 yuan is indeed not low.
However, if in the next few years, the country's economic level and material consumption increase rapidly, the price of this painting will show exponential growth, not to mention hundreds of thousands, millions or tens of millions are possible.
Even if it was only sold for 100,000 yuan, it would still make more than 90,000 yuan during the sale!
"Impossible, this must be fake. He Jincheng, you and this old man Meng are working together to deceive me!"
The only unhappy person present was Hu Zhengsheng.
He scolded sternly, pointing at He Jincheng and Mr. Meng, his face full of anger.
Everyone looked at Hu Zhengsheng as if he were an idiot.
I thought to myself that this guy looks pretty normal, why would he say such ridiculous things?
Mr. Meng is a well-known expert in the collection world. How could he team up with an unknown kid to deceive you, a junior?
Sure enough, Mr. Meng's face darkened and he looked at Hu Zhengsheng coldly.
"Master Hu, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. I, Meng Dequn, still have some credibility in the collecting world. You have to think twice before speaking!"
As soon as Hu Zhengsheng said those words, he knew that he had said the wrong thing.
Offending Mr. Meng in the collecting world is equivalent to offending less than half of the people in the collecting world. This is a price that I cannot bear.
Hu Zhengsheng's face suddenly turned pale, and he knew that he had just caused trouble, and he quickly bowed to Mr. Meng and apologized.
"Mr. Meng, I'm really sorry. I made a mistake and offended you. Please forgive me!"
Of course, Mr. Meng would not argue with a junior. He just snorted coldly and did not pursue Hu Zhengsheng's rudeness any further.
Turning around, Mr. Meng looked at He Jincheng eagerly.
"My little friend, are you planning on painting this picture of spring trees and autumn frost?"
If He Jincheng wanted to sell the painting, Mr. Meng decided to buy it immediately.
This is a unique treasure. Coupled with the interesting facts about the painting within the painting, it has absolute collection value.
He Jincheng thought for a while and then nodded and said: "Yes, I actually don't know much about antique calligraphy and painting. I just happened to find this painting. If it is left in my hands, it can only be a decoration. If the price is right, I will sell it."
It’s dropped!”
"Okay, okay, let's do this. I bought this painting, and I bid 150,000!"
Mr. Meng directly said it was 150,000.
He Jincheng thought about it and decided to sell it to Mr. Meng.
Although it is said that it is best to collect this painting and sell it in ten or twenty years to maximize the profit.
But He Jincheng doesn't have so much time, and he still needs money now.
With 150,000 yuan, I can definitely buy a house here in Nandu City, so that I can bring my wife and children here to live there.
The price given by Mr. Meng was definitely a reasonable price in this era, so he nodded in agreement.
"If Mr. Meng likes it, then just follow what Mr. Meng said, 150,000, just 150,000!"