"Young Master Cheng, I'm not trying to throw cold water on you. It's impossible for this stone to produce a red sky stone. Just accept your fate."
Seeing that Han Jiacheng was fooled, Ning Xiaofan was still a little happy in his heart, but he was not too proud on the surface and said with a leisurely smile.
"Fuck, shut up! Crow's mouth!"
Han Jiacheng was furious. The more he tried to embarrass him, the more he was embarrassed, but he was the one who took pleasure in his misfortune.
Soon, the buzzing sound of the machine stopped again.
The master worker opened the lid again and took out the rough stone.
This was already the second knife, and Han Jiacheng was in a panic. If this knife could not produce a red sky stone again, then this stone might really be a waste stone.
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Han Jiacheng took a deep breath.
At this time, the master worker had already taken out the stone cut by the second knife and handed it to him.
The first time he saw the stone cut by the second knife, Han Jiacheng was completely stunned on the spot. There was no red at all.
This stone is actually a waste stone.
"This... how is this possible!" Han Jiacheng was young after all, and the ten million was wasted in front of his eyes. His mental endurance could not stop him at all.
If this matter were said to be one hundred thousand or one million, it might not be like this, but this is ten million!
Although my family is not short of money, ten million is still a big number after all.
He knew that this stone was purchased by his father's imperial edict. If the red sky stone was not found, he could completely blame his father, but he also knew in his heart that no matter who the responsibility was passed to, the loss would still be his family's.
assets.
Ten million is really a lot!
"It's a pity, it's a pity. It seems that these ten million are really wasted!"
"It's really strange. You said it's such a good skin, but why is there nothing inside?"
"It's normal, after all, it's hard for gods to break even an inch of jade!"
"This is all based on luck, but this little boss is really unlucky!"
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A group of people sighed repeatedly.
However, there are also some people who are gloating about their misfortune, glad that their bidding price is lower than that of Hanjiacheng, otherwise they will be the ones who suffer.
"My hometown, my condolences. Ten million is indeed not a small amount, but if it can't be opened now, there is really no way. I will talk to your father about it later. Don't be nervous. This thing really depends on luck.
." Cai Yu comforted.
"Haha, it's okay, Mr. Cai, it's only 10 million. My Han family can still afford this money."
Han Jiacheng calmed down his depressed mood and forced a smile on his face.
"It seems that Brother Ning was right. This stone really did not produce a red sky stone."
Yun Xiu couldn't help but give a thumbs up. If he guessed correctly, this was the third time Ning Xiaofan had surprised him.
The first time was the broken jade pendant I bought on purpose.
The second time was Wang Xizhi’s authentic calligraphy scroll.
The third time was this stone that failed to produce red sky stone.
"Brother Ning has such a vicious eye. I'm also surprised. How can you tell that this stone cannot be used to produce red sky stone?" Lin Qiao next to him also smiled bitterly.
But Han Jiacheng was very angry: "What's weird? This stone betting is originally based on luck. I was unlucky this time and didn't get it. What? Isn't it just a blind guess? There is nothing to show off."
"What Master Cheng said is that there is really nothing to show off. After all, Master Cheng lost 10 million, so let's not rub salt in Master Cheng's wounds." Ning Xiaofan said with a slight smile.
"hehe!"
Han Jiacheng sneered: "Ten million? Is ten million a big deal to our Han family? Even if it's 100 million, I won't even blink."
"Then the Han family is really rich." Ning Xiaofan said.
"Humph." Han Jiacheng rolled his eyes. He knew that Ning Xiaofan was watching his joke. Although he was not in a good mood now, he must show a strong and nonchalant look, otherwise this guy would gloat even more.
"Brother Ning, didn't you just take a picture of Tang Bohu's "Snowy Climbing Picture"? Why don't you let Teacher Qin take a look? See if there is anything special about that picture?" Yun Xiu suddenly mentioned at this time.
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""Snow Mountain Climbing Picture"? Or is it by Tang Bohu? Then I have to take a look!"
Qin Tian immediately became interested after hearing this.
Ning Xiaofan also wanted to see how Qin Tian, who was in his eighties, had a vision, and even compared with himself.
He took the picture scroll up and laid it on the table in front of Qin Tian. Coincidentally, the length and width were just right, no more, no less.
"It's just a low-level fake. What's so good about it?" Han Jiacheng muttered in his heart, full of disdain.
Indeed, not only did he think so, but everyone else present also thought so. This was a fake from the Qing Dynasty. No matter how good you draw it or how advanced your imitation is, you cannot escape the word "fake".
In the antique shop, there is only one person who can collect fakes, and that is Fang Chengzi, a famous imitation master in the Qing Dynasty.
Apart from him, I have never seen anyone collect fakes as treasures.
After Qin Tian saw the scroll, he knew at a glance that it was a fake. He just looked at it a few more times to find something fishy, but still couldn't find anything.
"Why did you take this painting then?" Qin Tian suddenly asked.
"This painting is very good, and I feel that it may be an authentic work." Ning Xiaofan said directly without being cryptic.
Feeling again?
The scene was once again in a state of excitement.
Qin Tiandao: "This painting should be an imitation of Tang Bohu from the Qing Dynasty. The person who imitated it has strong painting skills, strong brushwork, and a grand style. It is very similar to Tang Bohu's painting style at his peak. This is a good picture. But
, judging from the current situation, this is indeed just a fake."
At this time, Ning Xiaofan said: "But Mr. Qin, have you paid attention to this area?" Ning Xiaofan pointed his hand to the sky on the top of the mountain in the Hanxuetian in the picture. This area is relatively empty. Logically speaking, it should be cold in the Hanxuetian.
The painting style is pale, but here it is slightly yellowish, and I feel there is something fishy about it.”
After hearing Ning Xiaofan's words, Qin Tian immediately picked up the magnifying glass and started looking at that piece.
The people next to him started talking again.
"Isn't it normal for this kind of painting to turn yellow after being stored for more than a hundred years?"
"I feel the same way. If you look at it this way, then other fakes also have this feature."
"What's fake is fake. Even if I'm upset, it won't become true."
"Yes, how can it be possible to buy an authentic work for only a few hundred thousand?"
"At least tens of millions!"
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"Do you have any other insights?" Qin Tian asked while looking at the scroll.
"Mr. Qin has been in the antique industry for many years. I wonder if you have ever heard of a method of protecting antique calligraphy and painting. It is to combine the calligraphy and painting of two rich people into one, one is real and the other is fake. The fake calligraphy and painting is used to protect the original."
As soon as Ning Xiaofan finished speaking, Qin Tian suddenly realized.
"Are you talking about the glue lamination method?" Qin Tiandao. (To be continued)