Then, several people focused their attention on the yellowed scroll in front of the stage again. Only then did Qiao Meng notice that the painting was not framed. Just now, he thought that what they were looking at was
It's an ordinary piece of paper to draw something on, but it hasn't been broken for so many years. It looks intact, and it seems to be a little soft.
When Qiao Meng touched the paper with his hand, there was really a slight reaction to the activation of the superpower, which made him very excited. Maybe this was really Dong Boren's original work!
This painting is not very large when fully unfolded, measuring 29.5 centimeters across and 43.8 centimeters vertically. However, when the entire painting is spread flat on the table, nearly one-third of the painting can be said to be empty. You can only find it if you look closely.
There are some light ink marks on this part.
There are traces of Dong Boren's signature and some seals on the top of this work, but there are no other explanations at all.
The words "Dong Boren" are written to express a free and easy spirit. You must know that he has been a rigorous person in his life, and his works are most meticulous, beautiful and soft. At this moment, something is completely wrong.
After looking at the entire painting, Bai Du couldn't help but said: "Seniors, this doesn't seem to be a painting by Dong Boren."
Tianlao Ze asked with great interest: "Haha, my little friend does have some knowledge. I don't know what you have in mind, but I can tell you."
"It's nothing. I just heard someone say something about Dong Boren before. It doesn't seem to be consistent with what I know, so I have questions." Baidu didn't show any pretense at this time and spoke openly.
The reason for your own doubts, so that you are not afraid of being doubted by others.
"Old Wang, I asked you, a person who specializes in stone gambling, how could you buy such a fake? You want to change your career and tell the truth. Why do you have to fool around?" Jin Long heard that this was probably out of the question, and he ran on it.
road.
Wang Zhe smiled awkwardly and said, "I just took it out for everyone to see on a whim. Besides, I didn't buy this. I found it in my ancestral home. I didn't think about it in case it was..."
Really?"
In fact, this is quite normal. A master of jade like Wang Zhe is busy with stone betting, purchasing stones, and managing the entire Deyi Building every day. These things are enough for him to worry about. How can he have time to study calligraphy and painting?
Even some antiques are bought with interest to play and appreciate.
But he didn't expect that there would be such a fake in this ancient house that could give people hope but also make people despair. He had asked his ancestors about this thing before and said it should be kept properly. It makes no sense and is not true.
ah.
"Brother Wang, I want to know if you can sell this painting to me?" Seeing Wang Zhe so disappointed, Qiao Meng asked.
At this time, Qiao Meng's words made him very confused. Such a painting was not real, and part of the content was missing. What would he buy it for? Could it be that it was real? This guy was trying to get rid of it at a low price.
It? After thinking about it, it felt wrong. It shouldn't be plotting against him like this.
Wang Zhe, who couldn't figure it out after much thought, had no choice but to ask: "Xiao Meng, why do you want to buy this painting? It has no value at all."
Qiao Meng looked at Wang Zhe and knew that he must be very confused now, even thinking about whether this painting was real and whether he should sell it, so he said calmly: "Brother Wang, don't get me wrong, I don't understand this painting either."
I don’t know if it’s true or false yet, but I’m very interested in some of the techniques on it and the indestructible paper.”
Wang Zhe was a little disappointed when he heard this. It was indeed not true, but this piece of paper was really surprising. Even if it had not been baptized for thousands of years, it was at least something passed down by ancestors for hundreds of years. It was not damaged at all. This is really surprising.
is worthy of study.
So he said: "Xiao Meng, since you want to study this paper, then sell it to you. Whether it is authentic or fake, I will never regret it."
Wang Zhe really had no choice. He found many appraisers who had appraised it, but they all said it was not true. God said he was not interested. He probably said that because he saw that it was not true. Now Qiao
If Meng has the ability to analyze, it is better to sell favors and not suffer any loss.
"Okay, thank you very much, Brother Wang. I wonder how much you plan to sell it to me?" Qiao Meng asked the price directly.
"This thing is of no use to me. I could have given it to you, but since it's a sale, there has to be a price. I think it's only ten thousand." Wang Zhe said with certainty.
Everyone yelled for money when they heard this price. A fake painting was not complete, but it was sold for 10,000. Taihu came. Although it was nothing to Qiao Meng, the random quotation seemed a bit boring.
"Okay, just 10,000. Bargaining seems too pretentious." In the end, the money was transferred between the two of them, and the things were now completely owned by Qiao Meng.
To be honest, if it weren't for Qiao Meng's supernatural power and the fact that he had discovered some clues during the brief contact just now, it would have been impossible to think that this painting was real. This was also the case before the actual identification, but as long as
There must be nothing wrong with whatever the supernatural power discovers.
This painting is most likely Dong Boren's original work. The brief analysis of the supernatural power is biased towards this aspect. He believes that the supernatural power will never deceive him.
Moreover, this painting has not been framed, and there is no special method to preserve it. Why has it been able to maintain so well for thousands of years? This alone makes people feel incredible.
But just relying on the magic of this paper will definitely not be the proof of the value of this painting. What it is can only be determined after he has truly interpreted it.
"Brother Wang, where do you keep this painting?" Qiao Meng asked to confirm what he was thinking.
"It was rolled up and placed in a wooden box, but once I found that it was a little deformed by the pressure, so I took it out and flattened it. Unexpectedly, there were no creases at all." Wang Zhe said curiously.
"That's right, do you think the paper used for this painting is different from ordinary paper?" Qiao Meng looked at everyone and asked.
"What's the difference?" Ge Yuling said not quite understanding.
Qiao Meng smiled slightly and explained: "Sister Yuling, if the paper we usually use is flattened like what Brother Wang said and opened, will there be no creases at all?"
After hearing this, everyone thought for a moment, and it seems that it is indeed not like this. If it is ordinary drawing paper, it cannot be so soft. If it is silk paper, it is even more impossible. It has not been framed for so many years.
It's broken.
It is impossible to say that it is a material made by modern technology. Because there will be a special atmosphere on the drawing paper, especially the older it is, the more it will reflect the old atmosphere. This kind of time difference
The mark is almost impossible to imitate.
The more they thought about it, the more incredible it seemed to everyone. If the technology behind such a drawing paper could be researched, its value would be immeasurable. Wang Zhe suddenly felt as if he had sold a treasure so cheaply.
However, since it has been sold, Wang Zhe cannot regret it and want it back. He still has principles, so he can only ask Qiao Meng: "Xiao Meng, do you know the reason for this?"
"I haven't figured this out yet."
Qiao Meng shook his head, saying that he didn't know the answer yet. His ability was to detect the authenticity of treasures. He had to find out the principle by himself through the information given. What's more, it was just a small touch. How could he
Know so clearly.
At this time, a waitress brought tea. She must have been ordered by Wang Zhe just now, "The tea you want, boss."
"Put it on the table."
Wang Zhe was now focused on this painting. He could only give orders to the waitress and didn't even have time to take a look at it.
"yes."
ah……
As soon as she finished speaking, the waitress seemed to have suddenly broken the heel of her high-heeled shoes. Her foot stumbled and she flew towards the painting on the table, pouring a lot of tea on it.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She quickly stood up and admitted her mistake, fearing that she would be fired by Wang Zhe because of this mistake.
"Look what you did." Wang Zhe was obviously very angry. Although this painting already belonged to Qiao Meng, some of its mysteries were not yet understood. Wouldn't it be a pity if it were destroyed like this?
Moreover, the paintings were sold by myself, and then my own people came and destroyed them, which made me lose face.
"Brother Wang, don't be so angry. It was all an accident. I don't think this lady did it on purpose." Qiao Meng looked at the waitress. She was very delicate and young. She felt that she had just started working. She couldn't bear it.
This caused people to lose their jobs.
Now that Qiao Meng has gone down the stairs, there is no need for Wang Zhe to keep a straight face. In fact, he still remembers some information about this waitress. It was because her family conditions were relatively poor, but she worked very hard to recruit her for training.
of.
But he didn't expect that such a mistake would happen today. It was a bit hard to get off the stage and be lenient. Fortunately, Qiao Meng is a kind person, so he said, "Okay, let's go down."
Then, he quickly asked Qiao Meng to see if the painting was really hopeless.
"Hey... where is the water on this painting? So much tea was poured on it just now? Why is there only water on the table?" Ge Yuling said in surprise.
Baidu on the side was even more surprised. This was the first time he saw such a magical thing happen. Only Tianlao didn't have much reaction. Qiao Meng thought it might be because he was old and his reaction was a little slow.
Bar.
But suddenly Qiao Meng thought of something and shouted: "Yes, yes...water, it must be water!"
Everyone was very puzzled. What on earth was he talking about? It must be water.
"Brother Wang, can you ask someone here to bring me a bowl of clean water?" Qiao Meng asked after calming down.
"Okay, I'll ask someone to bring it up right away." Although Wang Zhe felt confused, he did as he was told.
Soon, the water came. Qiao took a deep breath, and after confirming what he was thinking, he poured the entire water onto the painting.