An expert surnamed Wang took the Xuande furnace in Su Mingxuan's hand, first turned around to look at the shape and pulp, and then looked at the bottom of the stove, then picked up a small flashlight and magnifying glass, close to the furnace mouth and looked inside carefully, pushed the stove over and said: "This is a modern high-imitation handicraft, which has no value." ”

Su Mingxuan was taken aback, and after being stunned for a few seconds, he asked unconvinced: "Teacher Wang, where did you see that this is a modern handicraft?"

Teacher Wang smiled and said, "This is the work of a well-known Xuande furnace imitation expert in Xijiang Province. This expert's surname is Ai, and his name is Ai Zecheng. The Xuande furnace he imitated with the 'lost wax method' is almost real, and many experts will look away and make jokes——"

As soon as these words came out, Su Mingxuan and Mr. Liang let out an "ah" at the same time, turned their heads and looked at Tang Xin with incredible eyes, their faces full of surprised expressions of being alive in broad daylight.

After being stunned for a moment, Su Mingxuan asked, "Teacher Wang, how did you tell that this is an imitation of the incense burner by the expert surnamed Ai?"

Teacher Wang said: "In order to prevent people from using his works to deceive, Ai Zecheng came up with a method: on the inner wall of the imitation Xuande furnace, a prefix '艹' is carved with micro-carving techniques. This mark is not visible to the naked eye and must be found with a flashlight and a magnifying glass. Just now I found this '' head mark on the inside of your incense burner, which proves that it is a modern handicraft imitated by Ai Zecheng. If you don't believe me, see for yourself!"

Su Mingxuan hurriedly took the small flashlight and magnifying glass handed over by Mr. Wang, approached the mouth of the incense burner, and looked at the inner wall for a while, and sure enough, he found the imprint of the word "艹".

Shocked, Su Mingxuan asked again: "Teacher Wang, have you seen Ai Ze himself?"

"Yes, I'm familiar with him. ”

"Can you paint a picture of what he looks like?"

Mr. Wang thought he was going to visit Ai Zecheng, so he patiently replied: "He is about 1.7 meters tall, has a strong body, and has relatively dark skin. ”

At this time, the shock in Su Mingxuan's heart was indescribable, and Mr. Liang was also dumbfounded, looking at Tang Xin with incredible eyes, speechless for a long time......

After leaving the expert bench, Mr. Liang happily bought two Chinese cigarettes and handed them to Tang Xin, and then asked with a puzzled face: "Young man, have you ever seen Mr. Ai Zecheng?"

Tang Xin shook his head: "I've never seen him, but I can see his works at a glance." ”

"Incredible! Incredible!" Mr. Liang couldn't help but sigh.

Su Mingxuan asked, "Xiao Tang, apart from the Xuande furnace, can you also identify other antique artifacts?"

"It should be possible!" replied Tang Xin.

At this moment, there was a fierce debate in front of the calligraphy and painting appraisal expert seat.

"Let's go over there and see what's going on. ”

Su Mingxuan pulled Tang Xin into the calligraphy and painting appraisal site, and Mr. Liang followed closely behind them.

At this time, a calligraphy and painting expert named Jia Yi was arguing with a Tibetan friend who came to appreciate the authenticity of a painting.

"Mr. Liu, let me emphasize again: your painting was not created by Wen Zhengming, but imitated by later generations. However, the imitator is also quite powerful, almost to the point of being fake, which is why you think my results are not credible. ”

Mr. Liu argued with a red head: "Teacher Jia, this painting was collected by one of my ancestors during the Qianlong period, and it has been passed down in my family for more than ten generations, it is a real family heirloom, how can it be a fake?

Jia Yi smiled and said: "Sir, there is a saying in our circle: when appreciating treasures, you don't listen to stories, only look at the collections. Many collectors who come to me can tell a story about his treasure, some of which are very magical and beautiful, but it turns out that these stories are made up by the treasure collector, and the purpose is to ask us to identify his treasure as genuine, so that it can be sold for a good price. ”

Mr. Liu took a few breaths and asked, "Mr. Jia, you are sure that this painting is a fake, I would like to ask: Where is this painting fake?"

Jia Yi pointed to the picture with his hand and said: "There are two obvious errors and omissions in this painting, which can be seen by those who know the knowledge." First of all, this question is not right. Wen Zhengming's real name is 'Wenbi', and the word 'Zhengming'. His works before the age of 44 are all titled 'Wenbi'. But after the age of 44, the name of all his works is 'Wen Zhengming'. This is an important basis for judging the authenticity of Wen Zhengming's works.

"Back to your painting, you see, the year of this painting is 'Zhengde Thirteenth Year', and Wen Zhengming is 48 years old this year, but this title is 'Wenbi', not 'Wen Zhengming', which is obviously wrong. This is the first mistake. ”

At this time, a young man who had been standing next to Mr. Liu interjected: "Mr. Jia is right, I once heard a calligrapher and painter say something similar, saying that if Wen Zhengming's work in his later years is still titled 'Wenbi Works', then nine out of ten of these works are fakes. ”

Tang Xin was a little familiar when he heard this voice, and when he looked at it, he recognized him as Dai Xiaojun, the boss of Rongyuanzhai.

is the so-called "enemies are very red when they see each other", thinking of Dai Xiaojun and Huang Zhixin's partnership to frame him, Tang Xin's eyes were about to erupt with fire, and he couldn't wait to go up and bite off a few pieces of his meat.

However, he knew that he could not be impulsive now, and that he had to wait for the right moment to take revenge.

So, he resisted the impulse in his heart and continued to watch the excitement quietly.

Jia Yi glanced at Dai Xiaojun with appreciative eyes and continued: "The second mistake in this painting is the text on the painting. We all know: Wen Zhengming is the best at small Kai, and most of the inscriptions of his calligraphy and painting works are in small Kai fonts. His Xiaokai is steady, delicate, steady, harmonious, fine, and neat, especially in his later years.

However, although the small poem on the title of this painting is also in small block letters, the pen is unbridled and swaying, and there is no Wen Zhengming Xiaokai stable and neat characteristics, but it seems to be written by a drunk. Therefore, this cannot be the real thing about Wen Zhengming. ”

Mr. Liu asked a little unwillingly: "Mr. Jia, according to you, is my painting completely worthless?"

Jia Yi said patiently: "Although your painting is a fake, it is not completely worthless. In my judgment, the imitator should be a painter in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, with a very high level, imitating Wen Zhengming almost to the extent of vividness. Therefore, although your painting is not a genuine work of Wen Zhengming, it can be regarded as a fine product among fakes, and it also has a certain collection value. ”

Mr. Liu asked, "How much do you think this painting can sell for in the market?"

Jia Yi pondered for a moment, stretched out a finger and said, "According to my experience, this painting is worth up to 100,000 yuan." ”

With an expression of extreme disappointment in his eyes, Mr. Liu rolled up the picture and turned to walk outside without saying a word.

Dai Xiaojun followed him out and said, "Mr. Liu, now the experts have identified your painting as a fake, but I am still willing to buy yours, let's talk about the price!"

When Tang Xin heard his words, his heart couldn't help but move, so he pricked up his ears to listen to their conversation.