Chapter 387 This painting is definitely not the original work of Wang Meng
"VIP No. 9 bids 27 million, is there anyone who wants to increase the price?"
When he returned to the VIP table again, what Shen Yu heard was that the auction price of "Ancient Appraisal Pictures" had soared to a sky-high price of 27 million.
Dong Yun'er hasn't come back yet.
Mr. Wu leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to meditate. It was obvious that Mr. Wu was not very interested in this painting.
The buyers behind him were still talking a lot, and were even more excited than the buyers who were raising their placards.
"Let me tell you, it is rare for an anonymous painting to fetch nearly RMB 30 million. Even if it has Huang Gongwang's inscription and postscript, it is still a high price. After all, there are only a dozen characters written by Huang Gongwang, not Huang Gongwang's own handwriting. !I don’t know what these rich people think!”
"Brother Wang, what you said is wrong. To be honest, throughout the ages, most people bought paintings just for the sake of fame. How many of them can see the true artistic value of the painting itself? To be honest, Huang Gongwang's handwritten inscriptions are absolutely worth mentioning. It’s worth the price!”
"I agree with Lao Li's statement. Generally speaking, the anonymous paintings that can be passed down to the present are either collected by families for generations, or the painters are too unappreciative. Most of the valuable anonymous paintings were stamped and stamped by unscrupulous antique dealers in ancient times. It was forged and sold. It is not easy for this painting to be handed down to this day. It is worth the money!"
"Yes, the calligraphy and painting market is so hot. In the final analysis, there are too few authentic works of celebrities handed down, and the authentic works are often kept in the hands of major museums and collectors. For many people who have money and nowhere to buy famous paintings, encountering such a A piece of calligraphy and painting can be regarded as good luck. You and I are both scrounging for antiques. Don’t you know the psychology of those rich people?"
Hearing the words of these people behind him, Shen Yu sighed softly in his heart, "Calligraphy and painting are indeed the best in antiques. The Chinese people's love for ancient calligraphy and painting can be said to be engraved in their bones. It makes sense for my grandfather to let me learn calligraphy and painting appraisal." Another foresight!"
Of course, Shen Yu had no idea of buying this painting, and it didn't even cross his mind, because this kind of antique that cost tens of millions to buy is not his thing at all.
"Dear distinguished guests, this is a huge ink painting on silk. Although it is unknown, it can be identified as calligraphy and painting in the early Ming Dynasty. It is also an inscription and postscript written by the great idiot Taoist Huang Gongwang, the leader of the four Yuan Dynasties. This kind of exquisite calligraphy and painting is definitely one of the rare ones. Unforgettable, 27 million for the first time..."
I have to say that the host or auctioneer of the auction is very eloquent and can whet the appetite of the buyers present. As soon as he said these words, several buyers at the scene looked really confused.
"27.5 million!" Someone in the VIP seat raised a sign to bid again.
When the auctioneer saw another bid, his eyes seemed to light up, "Okay, VIP No. 12 bids 27.5 million!"
"30 million!"
The voice Shen Yu heard just now belonged to buyer No. 9, the one who just bid 27 million.
Boom!
The audience was in an uproar.
Okay, it’s really grand, you can increase the price by 2.5 million at a time! You’re a rich man!
"30 million, VIP No. 9 bids 30 million, 30 million for the first time..."
"30 million for the second time!"
"Is there any higher bid?"
"If not, then this ancient painting is just???"
Boom!
The auctioneer paused for a few seconds and finally lowered the auction hammer, "30 million for the third time, deal! Okay, congratulations to VIP No. 9 for getting this ancient painting!"
The auctioneer pointed to VIP seat No. 9 with a professional and complimentary smile on his face.
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Ten minutes later, Dong Baiming came on stage again. He looked at the serious expressions on the faces of everyone in the audience: "Old man, I want to say a few words before introducing the second lot.
"As we all know, the benefits of counterfeit calligraphy and painting are huge. It can be said to be a huge profit.
"Wonderful profits are rare. Once a fake painting is sold, the profit can be one hundred thousand times or one million times. It should be clear to everyone present that they are all insiders.
"Of course, the huge profits from counterfeiting calligraphy and paintings does not just refer to modern times, it was also the case in ancient times.
"Chinese people worship the ancients. The ancients have long seen the potential and huge profits of this industry, so counterfeit products have emerged as the times require.
"The fakes are as rough as a modern small workshop.
"It can be fake and real, and some can form a family industry chain.
"To go a long way, old man, I want to ask everyone in advance. I wonder if you have heard of the term 'fake goods'?"
When Dong Baiming said these words, the audience suddenly fell silent.
Except for a few wealthy businessmen, most of the people participating in the auction have been dealing with antiques for many years, but they have never heard of the term "fake goods".
Dong Yun'er, who had just returned to her seat, turned to Shen Yu and asked: "Brother Yu, what is a fake good thing?"
Shen Yu looked around and then replied in a low voice: "This is very complicated to talk about and cannot be explained clearly in a few sentences. We will talk about this later. Let's listen to what Mr. Dong has to say first."
Dong Yun'er said coquettishly: "Good brother, do you want to know now? Besides, isn't grandpa asking everyone?"
Shen Yu was helpless, "The fake goods are ancient fake calligraphy, paintings and calligraphy stickers. Before talking about them, we have to split them into two parts.
The first is fake, which means fake. Looking at it alone, the word fake is the most taboo and least willing to see among collectors.
Because once the word fake appears in antique buying and selling transactions, it often means being conspicuous.
There is a saying in the antique shop that the real thing is a treasure, and the fake ones are discarded. Counterfeit antiques can be said to be no different from tatters in the eyes of buyers.
But when the words "fake" and "good" are combined, they have completely different meanings.
A good thing is a good thing. People in the antique industry also call antiques objects, so this "good thing" can be understood as a good antique.
Fake goods means better antiques among fakes, but generally speaking, they specifically refer to calligraphy, paintings and calligraphy stickers.
In fact, the term "fake goods" first came from the Northern Song Dynasty.
Mi Fu, one of the Four Great Calligraphers of the Song Dynasty, a great calligrapher, a great painter, a top collector, and an antique connoisseur, made an appraisal conclusion on an imitation of the calligrapher "Huang Ting Jing" by the great calligrapher Zhong Yao.
The "Huang Ting Jing" is said to be the original work of Zhong Yao, the most famous calligrapher in the Wei and Jin Dynasties.
In the Song Dynasty, this "Huang Ting Jing" was extremely valuable, because Zhong Yao's qualifications were higher than that of the calligrapher Wang Xizhi.
When people praise a person's calligraphy, they praise his calligraphy to be on par with King Zhong. The word "Zhong" refers to Zhong Yao, and "Wang" refers to Wang Xizhi.
Bell King, the bell is in front and the king is behind.
Mi Fu believes that although this work is a Tang Dynasty copy of Zhong Yao's calligraphy, and there are elements of deliberate forgery in it, it is worth collecting because of its excellent copying.
He thought for a long time and then called it a "fake good thing", and at the same time affirmed the artistic value of this copy.
Note that not all calligraphy, paintings, calligraphy and stickers that I have seen can be called fake goods.
Only those whose artistic conception is not far from the original work can be called it.
It can be said that the top fake calligraphy and paintings among the fake goods are not much worse than the original ones, and they are worth collecting!"
Dong Yun'er blinked, "Doesn't this mean that the second item in my grandfather's auction is an ancient fake antique?"
Shen Yu nodded, "Yes, that should be it."
Dong Yun'er asked again: "Are there many fakes from the ancients?"
"This is nature, where the benefits lie, and they flock to each other. No one knows how many fakes there are in ancient times, but what is certain is that there are many, many.
"To talk about something more interesting, there were only about five original works of Dong Yuan, the master of landscape painting, left in the Song Dynasty, but in the Ming Dynasty, Dong Qichang's family alone had as many as seven. Who would believe that there are no fakes?
"Some are even more exaggerated. For example, in the Song Dynasty, only a few dozen of the authentic paintings of a certain famous artist in the Xuanhe Painting Book were handed down. In the Ming Dynasty, some big collectors sat together and looked at them. OK, this is not unknown.
I was shocked to find that there were hundreds of authentic paintings bearing the name of this famous artist. Just imagine, how many fakes there must be?"
"Brother Yu, you know so much!" Dong Yun'er's pretty face was filled with admiration.
"Xiao Shen has learned to appraise calligraphy and paintings since he was a child. Of course he knows a lot. You girl heals your brother with every mouthful. You don't even know how to refill the tea in the old man's cup when it gets cold. It's really a waste of my love for you."
Mr. Wu spoke with a smile at this time.
Closing your eyes and relaxing your mind has a very good effect. At this moment, the old man seems to be much more energetic.
However, after Mr. Wu said these words, Dong Yun'er blushed with embarrassment and quickly picked up the celadon teapot to refill Mr. Wu's tea.
