Shen Yu's battle of wits with Cheng Tianle just now consumed a lot of energy, and now he is very thirsty.
When he came to the refrigerator, Shen Yu took a bottle of ice-cold Nongfu Spring mineral water, unscrewed the cap and drank it in one gulp.
Throwing the bottle into the trash can, Shen Yu began to look at Cheng Tianle's office.
Not to mention, even though Cheng Tianle is a rough guy, the office design is really tasteful.
Whether it's the porcelain on the ancient shelf or the calligraphy and painting on the wall, there are many good items.
For example, there is a blue and white gourd vase from Jiaqing official kiln on the ancient shelf.
On the wall are several authentic paintings by famous painters from the Qing Dynasty.
It’s really great that an ordinary collector can do this.
Shen Yu has been to Xu Duofu's office. Not a single calligraphy, painting or porcelain in the entire office is genuine. They are all fakes.
Shen Yu also observed a whole-house electrical integrated control panel on Cheng Tianle's desk.
Everything from the opening and closing of electric lights and curtains to the opening and closing of the glass canopy on top of the office can be controlled.
When Cheng Tianle entered the inner room just now, he opened the glass canopy. Now that the sunlight is shining in, it will be so comfortable.
Shen Yu was really a little envious, thinking that he had some money now, and when he bought a villa, he would also have to build a sunroom.
"Brother, you really saved me money. Instead of drinking so much high-end red wine, you just drank a bottle of mineral water."
Cheng Tianle walked out of the room with a smile on his face.
However, the thing in his hand made Shen Yu slightly startled.
Because Cheng Tianle drew more than a dozen scrolls of different lengths, and even two or three album pages and hand scrolls.
Shen Yu's face was full of astonishment, "You just asked me to appraise two paintings for you. How many paintings did you bring out?"
Cheng Tianle's expression did not change, with a solemn expression, "Brother, don't look like this dumbfounded. Just look at two pictures, and ten pictures at a time. As the saying goes, good people will do their best to the end and send Buddha to the West. Please help me. ”
"Wait, don't let it go yet."
Shen Yu took some pieces of tissue paper from the coffee table and repeatedly made sure there were no water stains on Cheng Tianle's desk before letting Cheng Tianle put the painting down.
This time it was Cheng Tianle's turn to be surprised, "Isn't it right, brother? Do you care more about my paintings than me?"
Shen Yu glanced at Cheng Tianle. Although he didn't say anything, his starry eyes were full of contempt for the nouveau riche. He said with an indifferent expression: "We are just the short-term persistence of these Chinese treasures in the long history of thousands of years." One of them is not its ultimate owner.
"If every collector doesn't cherish ancient books, calligraphy and paintings, how can such fragile objects be passed down for thousands or even thousands of years?"
Cheng Tianle listened to Pin Chenyu's words with an expression of admiration on his face. He carefully placed the many scroll paintings in his hand on the table and gave a thumbs up, "Brother, with your level, you deserve to be rich. You Otherwise, I really didn’t expect this. Yes, if everyone doesn’t cherish ancient books, calligraphy and paintings, then where can we see these treasures today? Today I have a better memory, and I will treat these treasures well in the future. ”
Shen Yu shook his head and didn't reply. This guy was talking nonsense, and trying to reason with him was like playing the piano to an ox.
Untying the painting rope, Shen Yu gently unfolded the first scroll.
This is a painting on paper. The paper is yellowed, heavily patinated, and infested with insects. It looks very much like an authentic painting of a celebrity handed down from ancient times.
This picture is not an unknown painting, it has a name, it is called: "Fishing Alone on the Cold River".
However, there is no author's name, so it is an unknown painting.
There are not many scenes in the painting.
To be precise, there is only one small boat in the river.
Bianzhou is a awning boat.
At the front of the boat, there is a fisherman holding a fishing rod leaning over to fish.
A closer look shows that Diaosou is very focused on fishing, even a little obsessed.
Fishing alone on the Hanjiang River is naturally in winter, but this old fisherman didn't even wear a raincoat to keep out the cold, only a single suit. He held his breath and stared directly at the fishing line, completely immersed in the joy of fishing.
Some river ripples are outlined with light ink around the boat, creating a bleak, cold, rippling feeling.
There are no water droplets in the entire painting.
But the painter is very good. No water is better than water. Just take a look, and the vast and cold aura of the river will come to your face.
"This "Fishing Alone on the Cold River" is the proud work of Ma Yuan, a great painter of the Southern Song Dynasty. It's just a pity that the original painting is not preserved in China, but is preserved in a famous museum abroad. That museum The treasure of the town hall.
"This painting of yours is a copy, one of the finest copies. Although it is not as strong as the original, it still captures the vastness of the river without water.
"As for which era it is a copy of, judging from many aspects, this painting is quite old. It is initially estimated to be around the time of Guangxu in the Qing Dynasty.
"And this painting was most likely copied by a painter near Chuzhou, because the paper used for this painting is called Chuzhou paper, which was very famous in the middle and late Qing Dynasty."
Shen Yu looked at it for more than a minute and then gave the basis for identification.
Cheng Tianle scratched his head and asked calmly: "Brother, I know this painting is called "Fishing Alone on the Cold River", but is it a copy? Why can't it be the original?"
Shen Yu was startled, looked at Cheng Tianle's ears and said in confusion: "Didn't I just say that? The original painting of fishing alone on the Hanjiang River is preserved in a foreign museum. Since the original painting is abroad, then yours Of course it can’t be the original, and it doesn’t match the paper. The original is on silk, and this is paper.”
Shen Yu was speechless. He glared and said angrily: "Do you think the calligraphy and paintings collected in the museum can be hung out casually like antique stalls?
"The calligraphy and painting in the museum cannot be appraised by one person. Whether it is foreign or domestic, the museum needs many expert consultants to appraise a calligraphy and painting multiple times before making a decision to display it.
"Only after a majority of expert consultants give the appraisal results that they are authentic, the museum will put the calligraphy and paintings on display. Otherwise, wouldn't it make people laugh out loud if they put the fakes on display?"
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"Besides, although this painting looks very much like an ancient painting, it is actually made of old techniques."
After saying that, Shen Yu raised the painting towards the sun.
In an instant, sunlight filled the small moth-eaten holes in the painting.
"Did you see it? These insect-eaten holes are all about the same size. They are 100% made by throwing rice vats infested with insects. If it is really an ancient painting, due to time, the insect-eaten holes cannot be of the same size."
Cheng Tianle smacked his back teeth and asked, "How much can I sell this painting for?"
Shen Yu slowly gave the price while considering his words, "Auction houses will not accept this kind of anonymous painting that is deliberately made old. It can only be sold to antique shops or other collectors. If you go to an antique shop to sell it, you can sell it for 5 Ten thousand is good. If you sell it to a collector, you might pay a little more if you like it, maybe 60,000-90,000. 100,000 is difficult, but that doesn’t mean you won’t be able to sell it. It also depends on how much the buyer likes it. ”
Shen Yu has always been very cautious when it comes to giving people valuations. Generally, they are at the mid-price range, which is the market price, neither very low nor very high.
"Hiss!"
Cheng Tianle took a breath, "That's it? Even if it's not an authentic work from the Song Dynasty, it's still considered an antique from the Qing Dynasty, and it only sells for tens of thousands of dollars?"
Shen Yu smiled while scrolling the painting, "It's quite a lot. If you want to sell an anonymous copy painting from the late Qing Dynasty for a sky-high price, it's already a good price. Of course, if you can find the author, and the author If your reputation is not small, then the value of this painting will increase immediately. It doesn’t need to be too famous. As long as it is a third-ranked scholar, or the number one scholar is promoted to a Jinshi, the value can also increase several times."
After putting the painting away, Shen Yu picked up a well-preserved album leaf on the table.
