Tong Fei glanced at Wu Qi's face and said to Han Jiulin: "Mr. Han, Qingman and we are both members of the Jinmen Calligraphers and Painters Association, especially Qingman, who is also a member of the Chinese Calligraphers and Painters Association. We are very familiar with traditional Chinese painting."
All have in-depth research.
The three of us have determined that this painting is genuine, so why do you think it is a fake?"
Although Tong Fei's words were polite, they were hidden. It meant that the three of us were professionals and we all thought it was Shi Tao's original work. Why did you say it was a fake?
Han Jiulin put down his chopsticks, picked up the dinner paper, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said with a faint smile: "You are all members of the Calligraphers and Painters Association. It only shows that you have certain attainments in calligraphy and painting, but it does not explain more problems.
You can't even tell the authenticity of an ancient painting, which only shows that your level is still far behind."
Han Jiulin's words were not polite at all, and he also had a somewhat preachy tone.
Speaking of which, although he is about the same age as Cai Qingman and Cai Qingman, he is his equal with Cai Fancheng and Cai Zhenhao, especially Cai Fancheng, who was once his subordinate.
At this dinner table, there was nothing wrong with him educating Cai Qingman and the others in the tone of an elder.
At least both Cai Fancheng and Cai Zhenhao take it for granted.
Just kidding, they are just three little kids.
Han Jiulin, as the current Northern War Lord and Northern Qi Heavenly King, spoke to the three of them in a preaching tone, which was also an honor for the three of them.
However, they knew Han Jiulin's identity and took it for granted that there was no problem. However, Cai Qingman and the other three were a little dissatisfied.
As the saying goes, there is no first in writing, and no second in martial arts. People who use brush and ink are inherently noble-tempered.
Now, in front of the three of them, Han Jiulin is ridiculing them in the aspect that they are most proud of. How can they endure this?
Cai Qingman's eyebrows stood up, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed, and she said coldly: "Mr. Han, what you said is a bit too much, isn't it? You said that our levels are far apart, but I would like to hear what you think of this painting.
What do you have in mind?"
Wu Qi also squinted his eyes and said with a hypocritical smile: "If Mr. Han can't prove that this painting is fake, then how about a glass of wine as a penalty?"
"Nonsense!" Cai Zhenhao glared and said, "What qualifications do you juniors have to speak rudely to Mr. Han?"
Wu Qi trembled in fright, lowered his head, and did not dare to say anything.
Cai Qingman raised his neck in dissatisfaction and said: "I think Wu Qi is right. You must speak responsibly. If Mr. Han can't prove that this painting is fake, what's the harm in having a glass of wine?"
If Mr. Han can prove that this painting is fake, it doesn't matter if the three of us drink three drinks each, let alone one drink each!"
Cai Zhenhao became more and more angry, and when he was about to say something, Han Jiulin pressed his hand and blocked what he wanted to say.
"I think it's okay. It's just what you said. If I can't prove it, I'll fine myself a drink. If I can prove that this painting is a fake, you three will each fine me a drink and it will be regarded as paying the tuition."
Han Jiulin smiled and agreed to Cai Qingman's proposal.
"Okay, I'd like to hear the details!" Cai Qingman took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with unyielding fire.
With the calligraphy and painting she had accumulated for many years, she could tell at a glance that this was an authentic work. Han Jiulin insisted on saying that it was a fake. She also held back, wanting Cai Zhenhao to take a look at the distinguished guest he invited.
How out of place it is.
Han Jiulin said: "Before talking about painting, I would like to ask the three of you if you know when nylon was invented?"
"Nylon?" Cai Qingman and the other three looked at each other, confused. For a moment, Wu Qi even thought of taking out his cell phone and looking up the answer online.
This guy surnamed Han is also weird. He just talks when he talks. Why is he carrying nylon?
They are calligraphy and painting lovers, but not fabric lovers!
Cai Zhenhao, who was knowledgeable and knowledgeable, replied: "Nylon, also known as nylon, was invented by a foreigner in 1935. It was not officially launched until 1938 and is now widely used in clothing and construction."
"good."
Han Jiulin nodded, then spread his hands and said, "Give me the painting."
Cai Qingman stood up and handed the painting into Han Jiulin's hands.
Han Jiulin took the painting, smiled faintly, and suddenly with two hands gently tore it apart, with a sizzle, he tore this ancient painting, which Cai Qingman regarded as a treasure, in half!
"What are you doing!"
Cai Qingman originally thought that Han Jiulin took the painting to give her pointers on where to tell it was a fake.
No matter what, I never imagined that Han Jiulin would tear up the painting directly!
For a moment, Cai Qingman's eyes widened, shocked and angry!
Wu Qi also stood up from the chair in a hurry, his face turned red and white, his teeth clenched, and he was on the verge of rage!
If he wasn't worried about Cai Zhenhao, I'm afraid he would have scolded him on the spot!
On the other hand, Cai Zhenhao and Cai Fancheng were not too surprised. It was just a painting. What's so great about it?
Han Jiulin smiled faintly and did not respond. Instead, he twisted out a thin fiber material from the torn tear with his fingers.
When Cai Qingman saw Han Jiulin twisting out a piece of thread, his expression changed and he asked, "What is this?"
Han Jiulin smiled and handed the thread in front of Cai Zhenhao and said, "Cai's head might as well explain to Qingyuan what this is?"
Cai Zhenhao suppressed his laughter and said: "What else could it be? Of course it is the nylon that Mr. Han mentioned just now."
As he spoke, Cai Zhenhao glanced at Cai Qingman and teased: "How could Jinlun, who was officially injured abroad in 1938, be used by Shi Tao for painting three hundred years ago? Could it be that Shi Tao is a time traveler?
"
Cai Qingman's face flushed, and for a moment, she was so ashamed that she felt ashamed.
Han Jiulin threw the painting aside casually and asked with a smile: "Three members of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, is it time for a drink?"
Today I reunited with my old comrades. He was in a good mood and was very interested in teasing these three blindly confident young people.
Cai Qingman blushed and asked: "How did you tell that the material of this painting is nylon? Why can't I see any flaws in the appearance?"
Wu Qi and Tong Fei also stared at Han Jiulin closely, wondering how he could tell.
Especially Wu Qi, who has a fairly handsome face and is burning hot at the moment. When he thinks that he bought a fake pair for 200,000 yuan, and is exposed by others, he wants to die.
Han Jiulin said quietly: "This is a composite material with nylon added, which is more suitable for distressing. I can see it, naturally because my eyesight is stronger than the three of you."
"However, even if this painting is a fake, it is also a perfect imitation. Even if Shi Tao were to reincarnate, it would certainly be difficult to tell whether this painting was from his hand."
Wu Qi couldn't help but say something. He had to say that this painting was a realistic imitation and improve his copying skills. Otherwise, wouldn't it indirectly prove that he, Wu Qi, is just a loser?
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