Crouching opposite him was a girl who looked to be in her twenties.
He held a long wooden box in his hand.
She has a slim figure and wears a loose beige sweater on her upper body. The exposed delicate hands are as smooth as ivory, echoing the yellowish wooden box, giving people a very harmonious beauty.
Her skin is very white, her face is small, she has a very typical oval face, her eyebrows are very curved, the willow-leaf eyebrows refer to her eyebrows, and her eyes are also very typical but beautiful almond eyes with eyelashes.
She is very long, has a straight nose, pink and translucent lips, and her overall face looks very delicate, even more beautiful than most stars on TV.
However, because her head was knocked down before, the little girl covered her forehead with her hands and her expression was a little painful, giving people a pitiful but cute feeling.
Zhou Zichen quickly asked: "Are you okay?"
"fine."
The little girl rubbed her forehead a few times, picked up the book on the ground, and smiled at Zhou Zichen: "Go and do your work, I'm really fine..."
Everyone had said that, so Zhou Zichen didn't feel like saying anything else. He said a few more words of apology, and then walked inside to pick out books.
There are not many antique books. The library only allows borrowing a maximum of three books at a time. It took Zhou Zichen a long time to finish picking out a national treasure illustrated book published by the National Cultural Relics Museum, a complete collection of ancient Chinese porcelain written by Ma Chaoyang, and a
Appreciation of famous calligraphy and paintings written by Li Zhengtang.
Zhou Zichen took three books and was about to leave when he found that the little girl he bumped into earlier was sitting in a deserted place reading a book, so he quickly walked over.
"Beauty, if you feel uncomfortable, just tell me. If not, we will go to the hospital to check..."
"No, it's okay..."
The little girl raised her head and saw that the three books in his hand were all antiques. She asked curiously: "Are you interested in antiques?"
"good."
"Then do you know how to identify?"
The little girl suddenly became energetic.
"You know a little bit, what do you think? Do you have something you want to identify?"
"Yeah, I'm worried about whether it's true or not,"
The little girl opened her strip-shaped wooden box and took out a scroll of painting, "Please help me look at this painting. I just bought it. The store said it was Zhang Daqian's imitation of Shi Tao's work, but Zhang Daqian and Shi Tao's landscape paintings
It's so similar that even experts will look at it. I'm afraid it's Shi Tao's, so I plan to compare it. If it's Shi Tao's, I bought this painting for nothing..."
Works by Zhang Daqian?
Zhou Zichen's eyes almost fell out.
Zhang Daqian's works are extremely expensive. Wasn't this painting bought at a sky-high price?
Look at this little girl's dress. She's not very well-dressed. She only has clothes worth a few hundred yuan. Where did she get so much money to buy such expensive items?
"Zhang Daqian's works? Are they real or fake? Can I see them?"
Suddenly, a magnetic voice came, and a middle-aged man walked over.
This man is tall, well-dressed, with a short elite haircut. He looks very simple, and his eyes are full of maturity and wisdom.
"sure."
The little girl responded with a smile and slowly unfolded the painting.
This is a very typical landscape painting. The artistic sense is overwhelming. It is two feet long and one foot wide. The whole scroll is yellow and looks very old. In some places, you can even see obvious signs of aging. There are also several words printed on it.
This free seal should have been printed by each collector.
The middle-aged man lowered his head and looked at it carefully.
Zhou Zichen also looked at it in the same way, but he had never been exposed to calligraphy and painting. Even if he could tell the approximate age with his strange eyes, he could not tell who painted the work...
At this moment, he discovered that there was a collection of traditional Chinese paintings in front of the girl, and the pages displayed were Zhang Daqian's works.
He calmly took the picture album in front of him and asked curiously: "Do you want to judge the authenticity by comparing the pictures on it?"
"yes."
"This is a good idea..."
Zhou Zichen chatted with the little girl, but his eyes quickly scanned the pictures.
His strange eyes brought him unparalleled observation. Although he had never studied painting before, he soon found some clues about painting methods in Zhang Daqian's works. After viewing more than a dozen Zhang Daqian's landscape paintings, he finally
Captured the characteristics of Zhang Daqian's painting brushwork.
Then, he looked at the painting on the table and found that the characteristics of the brushwork in this painting were very similar to Zhang Daqian's. There were only slight differences, so it was difficult to tell whether it was true or false.
Then, he flipped through the collection and found Shi Tao's works. After looking at more than a dozen works, he looked at the painting again and found that the characteristics of the brushstrokes in this painting were almost the same as those of Shi Tao's paintings.
mold……
Obviously, this painting is not Zhang Daqian's work at all, but Shi Tao's!
At this time, the middle-aged man had also finished admiring it. He said with an envious look on his face: "Congratulations, little girl, you picked up this painting! Although this painting is not a work by Zhang Daqian or Shi Tao, it is not bad either.
It’s an imitation of Wu Changshuo’s, it’s definitely a good thing! Where did you buy it?”
Zhou Zichen was stunned, Wu Changshuo’s? Impossible! It’s obviously Shi Tao’s original work!
Wu Changshuo was a well-known painter in the Republic of China. He was especially good at flowers. His style of painting was simple, natural and free-spirited. It was very similar to Shi Tao's unbridled brushwork and wild artistic conception. He imitated Shi Tao's landscape paintings, almost to the point of imitating the real ones. He can be compared with Zhang Daqian's imitation of Shi Tao's landscapes.
It is said that there is no distinction between upper and lower, and many experts have looked at each other and cannot distinguish the handwriting of the two.
However, the value of his paintings is far less than that of Zhang Daqian.
Zhou Zichen flipped through the collection of works in disbelief and found Wu Changshuo's landscape paintings imitating Shi Tao. After observing for a while, he looked at the paintings on the table and found that although the artistic conception of the paintings was similar, there were some differences in the painting methods.
, not even as good as Zhang Daqian’s imitation, therefore, this painting can never be imitated by Wu Changshuo!
When the little girl heard what the man said, she was dumbfounded, "Huh? Is it Wu Changshuo's imitation?"
"Looking at your expression, you don't seem happy..."
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Although this painting is not a replica of Zhang Daqian, Wu Changshuo's is not bad either. According to my estimate, this painting is worth at least 1.5 million! What? You spent a lot of money? Compensated?"
The little girl shook her head: "It doesn't matter whether I pay compensation or not. The key is that my grandfather only likes Zhang Daqian's works... Are you really wrong? Is this painting really not a copy of Zhang Daqian?"
"Why don't you believe it!"
The middle-aged man unhappily took out a work badge from his pocket and threw it on the table. It said Yu Wanzhen, chief auctioneer of Ruihe Antique Auction House.
He said: "I'm not bragging to you. I have been in the antique business for ten years. I have handled as many as eight hundred antiques from one thousand to eight hundred. I can tell whether any antique is genuine or fake when I get it. There is absolutely no mistake. This painting
It is definitely an imitation of Wu Changshuo..."
Seeing that he was a professional, the little girl immediately believed him and slapped her forehead, "It's over! I bought it for free."
Yu Wanzhen smiled and comforted: "No, Wu Changshuo's works are not bad at all, and their collection value is extremely high. Anyone who likes calligraphy and painting will not dislike them, and your grandpa will definitely like them too."
The little girl shook her head, "My brother bought my grandpa a painting by Tang Yin, but he didn't even look at it. Wu Changshuo's painting, his old man must not even look at it..." She curled her lips and almost cried.
, "Why is it so difficult to get a piece of Zhang Daqian's work? I even want to give it as a birthday gift to my grandfather."
Yu Wanzhen's eyes flashed, "Your grandpa is very picky! How about this? I like this painting very much. You can transfer this painting to me, and then you can go to the market to look for Zhang Daqian's painting?"
"Huh? No!"
Zhou Zichen instinctively felt that something was wrong, and immediately glanced at him, just in time to find a hint of joy deep in his eyes, as well as a trace of imperceptible nervousness.
He figured out a problem at that time, "It turns out he didn't want to strike up a conversation..."
He had seen this guy being so kind to help with the appraisal before, and thought that this guy came to strike up a conversation because he saw the girl's beauty. Only then did he realize that this was not a conversation. He clearly fell in love with this painting and wanted to take the opportunity to make extra money.
!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of what Xiao Li had said to himself in the morning, "These days, all those who can pick up big leaks rely on the imbalance of eyesight."
Thinking about it carefully at this time, I found that this was really the case. If it hadn't happened that my eyes had changed, and if it hadn't happened that the little girl had a collection of works of painters from all generations in front of her, it would really have been possible for this guy to pick up a big one.
leak!
The little girl didn't see his uneasiness and nodded gloomily, "That's all we have to do, but the price you gave is too low and I won't sell it. I spent more than 3.6 million to buy this painting."
of."
"Three million and a half million?"
Yu Wanzhen smiled bitterly, "I really can't pay this price. A landscape painting by Wu Changshuo last year was the highest sold in history, but the price was only three million. Your painting is almost three times smaller than that painting."
One percent, I can give up to two million..."
"Two million?"
The little girl thought for a while, nodded and said: "Okay, two million, just two million, it's useless for me to hold it anyway..."
With that said, she was about to roll up the painting and make a deal with the man.
At this moment, a hand stretched out and pressed on the painting.
It's Zhou Zichen's hand.
"Wait!"
Zhou Zichen looked at the middle-aged man with a faint smile, "I bought this painting for 2.5 million."
Yu Wanzhen's face immediately fell, "What did you say?"
Zhou Zichen's smile did not change, "I said I bought this painting for 2.5 million, are you deaf?"
Yu Wanzhen's face turned even more ugly, "What do you mean? This painting was my first choice."
Zhou Zichen smiled and said: "Isn't there a transaction yet? If there is no transaction, it's not yours. Naturally, I have the right to buy it."
Yu Wanzhen narrowed his eyes and said, "I'll pay 2.6 million!"
The depths of his eyes were full of threats, as if to say, little brat, you'd better not spoil my good deeds, or I'll make you regret it!
But Zhou Zichen didn't care, "I'll pay 2.7 million!"
Yu Wanzhen was very angry, with fire in his eyes, and shouted: "You are crazy! This landscape work by Wu Changshuo is not worth 2.7 million at all! I want to buy it because I like his work so much, you
Why do you want to harm me like this?"
Zhou Zichen disagreed and said lightly: "Wu Changshuo's works are indeed not worth the price, but what about Shi Tao?"
Whoosh!
Yu Wan's face changed immediately, "What do you mean?"