Chapter two hundred and eighty sixth true and false copybook
On the afternoon of the second day, Qiao Meng and Bai Du went to Qiao's home at the address Qiao Tianfeng had given them before. They did not have an invitation.
But there was that token, and Qiao Meng had a vague feeling that this thing was more important than the invitation. It might be some kind of status symbol of the Qiao family.
"Stop, do you two have an invitation?" One of the guards in black stopped the two of them and asked.
"That...really not." Qiao scratched his head and said.
"What are you doing here without an invitation? This is not the place you should be here. Leave immediately. If you want to cause trouble, don't blame me for arresting you." The black-clothed guard said with disdain.
"It's not your attitude. Why is this not the place I should come? Let me tell you, your family's head, Qiao Tianfeng, invited us here. If we delay you, you will probably be punished." Qiao Meng shook his head and said.
"It's just you who return the invitation from Patriarch Qiao. Come on, there's no way you can sneak in!" This person still didn't quite believe what Qiao Meng said and kept driving the two of them out.
Just as Qiao Meng was about to take out the token from his pocket, a man walked out. He didn't look very old, at most a few years older than the two of them.
"What's going on, Ah Quan? Today is grandpa's birthday party. Don't cause trouble." The man asked. It sounded quite serious, but it still made people feel a little superior.
"Young Master, these two people still insisted on going in without an invitation. They even said that they were specially invited by the Qiao Family Master. I really had no choice but to send them away." Ah Quan explained aggrievedly.
"I see, but I have never heard of my father inviting any young people to grandpa's party, let alone my third uncle. Who invited you two?"
The man asked Qiao Meng and Baidu politely. With so many people watching, it would not be good if the Qiao family hurriedly drove people away and ended up making a joke.
Although this person seemed to be putting on airs, his tone was very calm, so Qiao Meng explained: "Qiao Tianfeng asked us to come. I also brought a gift to the old man, and he still gave it to me here.
If you don’t believe me, you can take a look at it.”
The man took Qiao Meng's token and looked at it carefully. After confirming that it was correct, he frowned slightly and looked at Qiao Meng and said, "How did you know my father? Why did he give you this token?"
"It turns out that he is your father. In fact, we met at an auction. We had a very good chat, and my surname is also Qiao, so he gave me this thing and told me that I must come to the birthday banquet." Qiao.
Meng explained.
"I see. Just now, the people under my command didn't care. I asked you two friends not to worry about it. Please come in quickly. I will take you to see my father."
The man casually made a gesture of invitation, and then turned to Ah Quan and said, "You can continue to guard, but you can't be so reckless. You have to wait for the guest to explain clearly before making a decision."
"Yes, don't worry, young master." Ah Quan patted his chest and said with certainty.
So the man took Qiao Meng and Qiao Meng to a hall, ordered his servants to serve two cups of tea, and then left to invite Qiao Tianfeng.
"The young master of this family is quite easy to talk to. I didn't expect that he could be so approachable with such a high status. It's really rare."
Baidu praised him, saying that he usually didn't like to put on airs and would only play tricks when hiding his identity, so he had a good impression of this person's kindness.
"Indeed, for a young master like him, he could be so arrogant and don't even need to pay attention to us. In this case, even with this token, we wouldn't be able to get in. Although he still has some airs like a young master, he may be able to communicate with us.
Maybe it would be different if you were more familiar with it." Qiao Meng also agreed with Baidu's remarks.
After a while, Qiao Tianfeng came to the living room where the two of them were sitting with a smile on his face. When he saw Qiao Meng in the distance, he had already started to say hello. When he came up to him, he said: "You guys came just in time. The birthday banquet hasn't started yet.
I can still adjust it for you."
"Thank you very much, Senior Qiao. I brought the gift here. I don't know if I should hand it to you now or wait for the birthday banquet and hand it to the old man in person?" Qiao Meng asked.
"Our rule here is that each person hands over the gift in person, so it's fun to watch. It's almost time. Qiao Si, please take the two distinguished guests to the banquet first. I still have to go talk to your grandfather about something, so don't neglect it."
Qiao Tianfeng gave very strict instructions to his son.
"It's father. I'll take two distinguished guests over right now." After saying that, he made another gesture of invitation, and the two of them followed behind and came to a relatively middle position.
At this time, Qiao Tianfeng came to the old man's room, pushed the door open and said softly: "Dad, I may have found the youngest son of my eldest brother and sister-in-law."
"What, say it again!" The old man obviously couldn't imagine what he heard, so he said in surprise.
"Maybe it's true this time. He is the Qiao Meng I mentioned to you before. Now he has come to our home. I asked Qiao Si to take him and his friends to the VIP table. There are gifts to give first.
As for you, you can check it carefully when the time comes." Qiao Tianfeng said very seriously.
"Okay, then go and tell Tian Tian. He has been deeply blaming himself for not protecting his boss and his sister-in-law all these years. It's time for him to cheer up again," the old man said.
"I think we shouldn't be so anxious. Let's keep Qiao Meng after your birthday banquet is over so that we can know more clearly whether it is correct." Qiao Tianfeng suggested.
"Then just do what you said. The banquet time is up and I have to attend. Just help me go there," the old man said.
So Qiao Tianfeng supported his father and slowly came to the main stage of the banquet.
At this time, everyone was staring at the old man, not daring to slack off at all. The host also began to give a series of blessings and oaths, and then began the gift-giving process.
"Next, I would like to invite the second quarter of the Qiao family to present a gift, Yan Zhenqing's authentic calligraphy "Manuscript for Nephew Memorial"!" The host read out the name of the gift loudly, and everyone in the audience was all excited after hearing it.
I was shocked, this is a very rare thing, and the old man likes calligraphy and painting most in his life, so this treasure is undoubtedly the right choice.
However, Qiao Meng in the audience was confused. Who would have thought that such a gift from a big family could be a fake, and it happened to collide with the genuine one he had prepared. This coincidence was a bit funny.
But Qiao Meng couldn't just sit there and do nothing, otherwise it wouldn't be embarrassing if it was his turn to give a gift next. He had to explain it as early as possible, otherwise it would be difficult to convince the crowd.
"Haha, okay, I like this gift very much, I'm very interested in it." The old man said with a smile on his face.
"Wait a minute! This copybook is fake." Qiao Meng shouted loudly.
"Who are you? How dare you talk nonsense here at such a young age? How did you get in!" Many people immediately accused him. They had never seen Qiao Meng at all, but they heard him suddenly make random guesses about his family's gifts.
Not angry.
"I am no one, I am a guest attending the old man's birthday party, Qiao Meng." Qiao Meng said righteously.
"No one knows you at all. Someone kick him out!"
"Wait! Let him continue."
The old man suddenly spoke. After he knew it was Qiao Meng, he wanted to hear what the mystery was.
"My old master, this guy clearly..."
"I told him to keep talking!"
"yes."
So Qiao Meng took out the painting in his hand, stood at both ends with Baidu, unfolded the copybook that he had reframed, and said, "This is the original painting of mine!"
"What can you say?"
"Everyone, please take a look. You can find out the answer by comparing the two copybooks side by side." Qiao Meng said and asked the two people holding the fakes to move the copybooks closer.
Then he continued to explain: "Those who are familiar with Yan Zhenqing, I think I should also know what kind of calligraphy master he is. He is the pioneer of the round pen. He is not so restrained in the composition of fonts. He is very good at conveying words with pen and ink."
Based on the emotions at that time, this calligraphy should be a kind of heroic and aspirational calligraphy, with free and unrestrained brushwork."
"But please look at this fake. The brushstrokes on it seem a bit restrained, but at the end, you can drag out traces of freedom and ease. It is obviously not something that a master of calligraphy would do."
After Qiao Meng said this, everyone had a direction for comparison, so they studied it carefully and found that it was exactly the same as what he said, and from the whole picture, it seemed that his picture was indeed more subtle.
"Impossible, I spent a lot of money to get this copybook. I even asked a famous calligraphy master in Kyoto to verify it before. It can't be fake!" The branch leader was still reluctant to believe his copybook.
There are fake ones.
"How is it impossible? Maybe the so-called master is colluding with your buyer to deceive you?" Qiao Meng said.
"The decoration of your copybook is so new. I can tell it is made of material from a thousand years ago. Isn't it still unclear whether it is genuine or fake?" the helmsman said.
"It's really ridiculous. Is it true that a piece of post-mounted paper that was removed from an old painting was used to decorate this fake copybook? My copybook was originally unframed, but I later wanted to make the gift more attractive.
I just framed it myself because I wanted to show my dignity." Qiao Meng mocked mercilessly.
"What? How is that possible!" He still couldn't believe it.
"Then tell me, are there any copybooks with so many other colors smudged on the frame? Please look at the color in the corner. It is obviously smudged due to washing when the painting was unveiled." Qiao Meng pointed to the paper.
said.
"It's true, there are really colored ink marks. It turns out it's really fake!"
Only then did everyone completely believe what Qiao Meng said, and his copybook looked more exquisite, and now they could definitely conclude that his was the original.
At this point, the result of Yan Zhenqing's real and fake Yan Zhenqing has been clear. Although Qiao Meng was a bit slapped in the face of the Qiao family, he also correctly pointed out a mistake. Otherwise, if he was found out again in the future, the entire Qiao family would be embarrassed.
"Okay, Qiao Meng is a distinguished guest invited by Tianfeng. He is indeed extraordinary. Everyone should learn more from young people and understand what is true and what is false. Don't be fooled by others if you are not smart enough."