Old Mrs. Bai stood next to her grandson, listening to the praises of everyone around her, her face was very proud.
Noticing Yunxi's disdainful expression, Mrs. Bai frowned.
"Why, Miss Yunxi seems to be dissatisfied with our Bai family's painting? Don't look at this painting as shabby and old. Did Wen Huiming of the Ming Dynasty know that this is his work? It not only has artistic value, but also
Historical Value……"
Halfway through, she deliberately stopped.
"Forget it, for a kid like you who grew up in the mountains, you haven't seen a few art exhibitions since you were a child, so it's normal to not understand. Mr. Tang, go back and talk to Tang Si, don't always worry about making money, take care of nothing.
Xiao Xi, go see the art exhibition, listen to the musical, and increase your artistic accomplishments. If this girl doesn’t understand these things, she will make people laugh when she comes to the scene in the future!"
These words not only belittled Yunxi overtly and covertly, but also involved Tang Si and the Tang family.
It’s enough to hurt her, even bring Tang Si and Mr. Tang with him.
How could Yunxi spare her?
With a slight smile, Yunxi raised his voice slightly.
"As for Wen Huiming, I really know a little bit about him. Not only was he a master of calligraphy and painting, he was also a famous calligrapher with four masters of poetry, calligraphy, literature and painting. His paintings, in particular, are highly sought after by future generations. I remember
, one was auctioned at Sotheby's art auction in August of the year before last, and the final price was..." She raised her right hand and held out three fingers, "Thirty million!"
When Bai Haorong heard her praise the value of Wen Huiming's calligraphy and painting, his face became even more proud.
Mrs. Bai nodded in agreement, and even sounded a little softer when facing Yun Xi.
"You can't tell, but you girl knows a lot!"
"Lao Bai, thank you." Yun Xi changed the subject, "That painting is even smaller than yours. Unfortunately, yours is a fake. If it were authentic, it would be worth at least 50 million!"
Mrs. Bai's smile froze on her lips.
Bai Haorong's eyes widened instantly: "You...what did you say?"
"You don't understand this?" Yunxi looked at the other person's expression and slapped her in the face rudely, "This picture of yours is fake. If it were put on the antique market, let alone eight million, eight hundred
It’s all too much!”
"You fart!" Bai Haorong was so angry that his handsome face turned red, and he cursed on the spot, "You are just a wild girl who grew up in the mountains, and you dare to pretend to understand and talk nonsense here!"
When Mr. Tang heard the other party insulting Yun Xi in such a way, Mr. Tang's gray eyebrows suddenly frowned tightly. He took a step forward and was about to have a fit when a figure had already walked over to him.
Snapped--
A slap hit Bai Haorong's face hard.
Everyone was stunned.
"Dare to hit me, you..." Bai Haorong staggered after being beaten, and he cursed angrily and wanted to fight back. When he saw the person clearly, he immediately froze in place as if he had been cast a immobilization spell, "Tang... Tangsi?!
"
Yun Xi turned around and looked at Tang Si, who was standing next to her.
He obviously came over immediately after getting off the plane. He had a uniform jacket on his arm and only a white uniform shirt from Shengtang Airlines.
The waist is tucked into the straight pants, making the legs look even longer.
The man frowned and stood in front of Bai Haorong with a gloomy expression.
He was more than half a head taller than his opponent and had an aura like an emperor, completely suppressing Bai Haorong.
Old Mrs. Bai was stunned, and supported her grandson distressedly: "Tang Si, what are you doing?"
Tang Si snorted coldly: "In terms of seniority, he should call Xixi aunt. As a junior, he curses his elders. Is this how Mr. Bai educates his children and grandchildren?"
Although Yunxi is young, she is the adopted daughter of the Tang family and the same generation as Tang Si.
Bai Haorong is several years older than her, but one generation younger than her.
In the Eastern tradition, seniority is very important.
It makes no sense for a junior to be so disrespectful to his elders.
Old Mrs. Bai pouted, but she could only admit that she was in the wrong.
"Haorong was just ignorant. I won't say anything about this slap."
Old Mrs. Bai pulled her grandson behind her and signaled him to be silent.
"Mr. Tang, Mr. Jiang, it's not that I don't want to give you two face today, it's because this girl has gone too far! Now, in front of Tang Si and everyone, I want to ask you a question."
Lifting up her thin finger wearing a gemstone ring and pointing at Yunxi's face, Mrs. Bai's voice became stern.
"Yunxi, please explain to me carefully how the painting Haorong gave to Mr. Jiang is fake? If you can't explain why today, I will never forgive you!
"Okay." Yunxi still had an infuriating smile, "Since Mr. Bai asked me to say it, I will give you a warning. As we all know, double silk silk was commonly used in silk cloth in the middle and early Ming Dynasty. What is double silk silk?
What about silk? The warp is double wire and the weft is single wire, which can be reinforced and thickened to improve the quality of the silk cloth. Mr. Jiang has studied calligraphy and painting, am I right?"
Mr. Jiang nodded slightly: "This is indeed correct."
Just then, Jiang Nuo came back, holding the reading glasses he had brought for the old man.
"Let me use it." Yunxi raised his hand and held the reading glasses, put the lenses in front of the painting, took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight to illuminate the picture, "please look at it, is this silk painting double silk or single silk?
"
Reading glasses, like magnifying glasses, are convex lenses, so they also have a certain magnifying effect.
Through the magnification of the lens, you can clearly see the warp and weft of the silk on the painting.
The guests around were also curious and came over to take a look. They could see clearly through the lenses. It was fine and smooth, and the warp and weft were all monofilaments.
"What a monofilament!"
"Yeah, I didn't expect this silk to have so much attention to detail."
"Miss Yun knows so much."
"The Tang family has a great business, what haven't you seen before?"
…
"Not only that." Yun Xi gently swiped his finger on the corner of the silk flower, "please see, ancient silk cloth is made of pure silk, and it will not fluff even after it is broken. Silk cloth with fluff like this can only be made of modern silk.
Products of craftsmanship.”
"Aren't you too arbitrary to decide that this is a fake just based on the material of the silk?" Bai Haorong retorted unwillingly.
This person really didn’t shed tears until he saw the coffin.
After handing the reading glasses back to Jiang Nuo, Yunxi turned on her phone, found a web page, and turned the phone screen towards the crowd.
"This is the list of Sotheby's art auctions in July. Please read it carefully."
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Yunxi's mobile phone.
On the screen of the mobile phone, a photo of the painting "Listening to the Piano Under the Rain" is displayed.
Below the photo, information about the work and the author is clearly written——
"Listening to the Piano Under the Rain", Ming Dynasty, Wen Huiming, starting price: 35 million.