Now everyone in the auditorium was in shock. No one understood what this young man was going to do. He had just thrown a jade Buddha, and now he had torn away someone else's authentic work of Wu Daozi. Would he leave anyone a way to survive?
"Qin, I will fight with you!"
At this time, Lin Pingchao's heart was broken. The Jade Buddha that cost 12 million yuan was smashed just now. Who knew it was suet-fat blood jade? But now the authentic painting of Wu Daozi bought for 20 million yuan has been torn apart like this.
How could he not feel distressed?
The intense anger made him lose his mind for a short time, and he was about to rush towards Qin Haodong with bared teeth and claws. Fortunately, he was stopped by Lin Zhigao and Lin Zhiyuan beside him.
Lin Xiaotian's face darkened again, and he also felt that Qin Haodong had gone too far. The key was that this was Wu Daozi's authentic work. He had been searching for it for many years but could not find it. Now that his grandson had been sent to him, he saw it being torn in half.
Guo Feng looked at Qin Haodong in surprise and asked, "Doctor Qin, what does this mean? Is there something wrong with this painting?"
Qin Haodong said calmly: "It's not a big problem. It's just a fake painting. It's disrespectful to give it to the old man as a birthday gift today, so I tore it up."
"Fake painting? Impossible! I have identified it and it is indeed the Hundred Lotus Painting left by Wu Daozi himself." Guo Feng said in disbelief.
Lin Pingchao's mood calmed down a bit, but he still shouted angrily: "Qin Haodong, don't talk nonsense. This is definitely an authentic work by Wu Daozi. You must pay for my painting today."
Qin Haodong said disapprovingly: "I said it was fake, and it is fake."
Lin Pingchao shouted: "Why? Are you more accurate than Director Guo's appraisal?"
Guo Feng also said: "Mr. Qin, you are indeed a little too reckless. I have authenticated it and it is definitely authentic. And even if it is a fake painting, it has reached the level of being fake and real, and it is definitely worth more than tens of millions."
After listening to Guo Feng's words, Lin Pingchao suddenly became more confident and said, "That's right, I spent 20 million to buy this painting. You must compensate me."
Qian Duoduo saw that Qin Haodong was in trouble and said, "Mr. Qin, do you have any basis for saying that this painting is fake?"
"There is no basis for it."
As soon as he spoke, the auditorium exploded again. He just took someone's ancient painting worth 20 million without any basis. Is this person crazy?
Lin Pingchao was about to explode with anger. This man surnamed Qin was obviously trying to fix himself, but before he could speak, Qin Haodong said calmly: "Because this is what I drew."
Although Qin Haodong's tone was calm and his voice was not loud, almost every word he said today was a bomb, once again causing an uproar in the auditorium.
"Who is this young man? There must be a limit to bragging. He actually said that Wu Daozi's original painting was painted by him..."
"Director Guo said that the painting was authentic, but he actually said that he painted it. Does he think he is the painting sage Wu Daozi?"
"Arrogant, too arrogant. I heard that he is the eldest lady's new boyfriend. Momo is too hasty. You can't just look at faces when looking for someone..."
Not only did others not believe it, but even Guo Feng said with a surprised look: "What? Mr. Qin, you said this was painted by you? Impossible! This is not only Wu Daozi's brushwork, but it is obviously an ancient painting.
And you are only in your twenties, how could it be you who painted it?"
"Qin, you have to have a limit when it comes to bragging. If this painting was painted by you, not only would I not have to compensate you, but I would also give you an additional 20 million."
The reason why Lin Pingchao said such words was that Qin Haodong was so angry that he went crazy, and he wanted to trample Qin Haodong's face severely under his feet. Now attacking Qin Haodong would be equivalent to attacking Lin Momo.
Qin Haodong said: "If you don't believe it, then I will prove it to you now."
He turned to Lin Xiaotian and said, "Old man, can I do a painting on the spot, which can be regarded as a birthday celebration for you?"
Lin Pingchao said: "Are you kidding me? Even an expert would spend a day or two on such a painting. Can I afford to delay my grandpa's birthday?"
Qin Haodong said: "It's not that troublesome. It only costs 50% to 80% to paint such a painting."
"What? This...how is this possible?"
Although Guo Feng and Qian Duoduo knew that Qin Haodong was an expert, they both opened their mouths in surprise. They really couldn't believe what he said was true. It takes two or three hours for calligraphers and painters to paint a painting, right?
Lin Xiaotian glanced at Qin Haodong with interest, waved his hand and said to the family next to him: "Bring me the pen and ink from my study."
He likes calligraphy and painting, and often draws one on weekdays, so the tools for painting are all available at home. Soon the family brought all the drawing paper, pens, inks and other tools used for painting and put them on the table.
With everyone watching, Qin Haodong came to the table. He first took out a brush from the pen holder, looked at it, nodded with satisfaction, then took out another brush and held it in the palm of his left hand. The two brushes were dipped at the same time.
Full of ink.
"What is he trying to do? Is he going to use two pens to draw at the same time?"
Lin Pingchao directly said with disdain: "It looks like a mallet at first glance. I can't draw well with a single pen, but I still have two. Isn't it embarrassing enough?"
Qin Haodong ignored him at all. After taking a deep breath, he took out his hands. The two brushes seemed to come alive, flying on the drawing paper in front of him. Ink marks slowly began to appear on the originally empty white paper.
"This...is this a left and right dragon?"
Although Lin Xiaotian was not as good as everyone else in calligraphy and painting, he still had considerable attainments and immediately recognized Qin Haodong's technique.
Qian Duoduo couldn't help but ask: "Old man, what is the left and right dragon?"
Lin Xiaotian said: "Ordinary people use a brush to paint. They first outline the general appearance, and then fill in the details. This is the same as building a house. First build the frame, and then paint it bit by bit.
, but this also has flaws. Although the foundation is solid, it is not fast enough."
Guo Feng was also quite involved in painting. He nodded and said, "That's true."
Lin Xiaotian continued: "In order to increase the speed of painting, some powerful calligraphy and painting masters created this painting method of left and right swimming dragons.
As the name suggests, "Wandering Dragon Left and Right" means splitting the mind, drawing the bow left and right, and painting with both hands at the same time. Starting from both ends of the drawing paper, there is no need to conceive a frame, nor any embellishment or polishing. The entire painting is completely present by the painter.
In my mind, I keep pushing towards the middle, and when the two strokes meet, the painting will be done.
By doing this, the efficiency of painting can be more than doubled, but it is extremely difficult. First, you must have a clear understanding of the entire painting, secondly, you must be divided into two tasks without any problems, and finally, you must use colors and tones extremely skillfully.
Only then can there be no errors when the screens on both sides are connected.
This is a very clever way of painting. I have only heard of it before, but I have never seen such a master."
Having said this, Lin Xiaotian shook his head with a look of disbelief.
Guo Feng said: "I have heard of dragons wandering left and right, but this painting method requires absolute confidence in the painting, and it is impossible to do it without decades of calligraphy and painting skills."
Lin Pingchao was confused when he heard this. He didn't know anything about painting. He didn't expect that Qin Haodong, whom he just laughed at, would use such an awesome painting method. He couldn't help but feel a little hot on his face.
However, he still didn't believe that Qin Haodong could paint Wu Daozi's paintings. If anyone could imitate them, then the painting sage would no longer be a painting sage.
Guo Feng added: "The dragons swimming on the left and right are really powerful, but the painting on both sides is too good. If it cannot be perfectly connected, it is nonsense. It is the same as building a house. Superb technology is used on both sides. No matter how strong you build it, but in the end the connection
If it doesn’t, it’s also a waste.”
After the two experts finished explaining, everyone's attention was focused on Qin Haodong, looking forward to the moment when he finally connected.
Qin Haodong's technique was extremely fast, and his hands kept moving on the drawing paper as if he didn't have to think. After only three or four minutes, the paintings on both sides were almost completed, and he saw the two pens starting to connect.
"
The eyes of the people around him were all fixed on Qin Haodong's hands, especially Lin Pingchao. He wanted to drop his eyeballs on the drawing paper, hoping that Qin Haodong would make a mistake.
But he was disappointed in the end. Qin Haodong's two brushes cleverly merged together, and a picture of a hundred lotus was perfectly presented in front of everyone. And at the moment he threw the brush, exactly five minutes had passed.
"It's amazing. It's really amazing. I was able to draw a lotus painting in such a short time."
"Who is this young man? He is actually a master of painting. Could it be that he really painted the painting just now?"
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. No matter how good the painting is, it is still a new painting. How can it be an ancient painting?"
In the midst of everyone's discussion, Guo Feng and Qian Duoduo took the picture of white lotuses that had just been torn up and compared it seriously with the one Qin Haodong had just drawn.
After five minutes, the two men raised their heads again.
"Perfect, it's so perfect." Qian Duoduo said to Qin Haodong, "Brother Qin, the person I Qian admires most in his life is you. I really don't know what else you can't do, but you can do it in such a short time.
Draw a picture of white lotuses, and it will be exactly the same as the original without any difference."
Guo Feng also said: "Indeed, the painting is so perfect, so perfect that there are no flaws."
Lin Pingchao shouted: "No matter how good the painting is, his is not an ancient painting. The one I just painted is an authentic work by Wu Daozi. The two paintings cannot be compared at all."
Guo Feng sighed and said: "Yes, Mr. Qin, although I admire your painting skills, it does not prove that the painting was painted by you. If nothing else, look at the difference between the two drawing papers.
The color of this ink has been around for at least a thousand years, and the newly painted painting is completely different from the ancient painting..."
Qin Haodong smiled slightly and said: "Don't worry, there is still one last step to go."
In the world of cultivation, in order to cultivate his mind and play the game of life, he worked as a painter, a fortune teller, and even a beggar, so he was extremely proficient in these three arts.
Moreover, his method of aging ancient paintings is simply not comparable to ordinary people. Emperor Aoki can control all things with wood attributes.
I saw Qin Haodong roll up the painting he had just painted and hold it in his hand. He stroked his right hand from top to bottom. The green wood in his palm was full of energy and instantly changed the color of the painting paper and the color of the ink.
After more than ten seconds, like a magic trick, he spread the painting on the table again and said to Guo Feng: "Director Guo, look at it again this time."
Guo Feng stood there dumbfounded. The picture of white lotus in front of him was exactly the same as the one he had just torn off. From the age of the drawing paper to the color of the ink, there was no difference at all. If it hadn't been for the picture of white lotus he had just torn off, it would have been different.
Putting it next to him, he simply thought it was a dream.
After calming down, he took out the magnifying glass and observed it carefully. But as time went by, his hands began to tremble slowly. This painting looked like an ancient painting that was over a thousand years old, and there was really no flaw or loophole in it.