Leon didn't know why, but the discussion of the people around him let him know what was going on here.

"It turned out to be "Luo Shen Futu"!"

"What, isn't that painting lost? This must be a facsimile too!"

"Didn't you listen to the old man in black, this book is older than the one in the Forbidden City!"

"Who is that old man, is he very good?"

"He's a midweek exhibition, you say cow is not cow!"

"It's actually the big man in the cultural relics industry who has a collection of nearly 1,000 in his home? ”

"Then his words must be extremely weighty!"

"That's right, maybe this is really the ancestral book made by Gu Kaizhi?"

"Oh my boy!"

"One of the top ten famous paintings in China!"

"That's awesome!"

"Luo Shen Futu" Li Ang also knows something about this.

This is said to be the work of Gu Kaizhi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, one of the top ten famous paintings in China, and now it has been lost, and now it is mainly handed down to the four copies of the Song Dynasty.

The painting, in color on silk, is a long comic book-like scroll composed of multiple storylines.

So only a small part of the table is spread out, and if it is all unfolded, it can reach more than five meters.

Li Ang felt that this kind of heirloom painting had to be photographed for his father to have a good look at.

So he squeezed in again, stopped at a place about a meter or so from the table, and looked at the painting.

"Eh, I think I have this painting in my house. The first time he saw the painting, Li Ang blurted out.

He remembered that there seemed to be several paintings hanging near the stairwell in the villa in the Green Forest Garden, one of which occupied a huge wall, very similar to the one on the table.

"Hahaha. ”

The people next to him immediately became happy when they heard Li Ang's words, glanced at Li Ang, and saw that he was still a young man, so they smiled at him kindly.

"Young man, that one of yours should be a modern imitation of a work of art, it's not the same as this one!"

"Hmm. ”

Li Ang nodded, he also felt so, after all, this "Luo Shen Futu" was now on this table, so the villa must be fake.

Without much thought, Li Ang picked up the camera and took a few photos, and the owner of the painting didn't say anything when he saw it, and acquiesced to Li Ang's behavior.

At this time, the old man in black named Zhou Zhongzhan spoke.

He helped his reading glasses and said, "After my observation, this book is older than the Song Dynasty, but whether it was made by Gu Kaizhi, I am incompetent and I am not sure." ”

The owner of the painting smiled: "Old Zhou, you are too modest. ”

Someone next to him said: "Old Zhou, if you can't see it, no one present should be able to see it!"

"Yes, Zhou Lao's attainments in cultural relics are indeed beyond our reach!"

"Didn't Mr. Hu Busi also come to this exhibition? Why don't you look for him?"

"That's right! Mr. Hu Busi is a master in the field of cultural relics, and his special identification method can definitely distinguish it. ”

"That's right!"

Everyone suggested one after another, and Zhou Zhongzhan also spoke: "Indeed, this level of cultural relics, I believe that Mr. Hu will definitely be very interested, if you don't mind, I can introduce you to you." ”

The owner of the painting was moved when he heard this, and he also wanted to meet Mr. Hu Busi in person, and he might have the capital to brag about it in the future.

So he stood up and arched his hand to Zhou Zhongzhan, and then said, "Since this is the case, then it will trouble Zhou Lao!"

"Hu Lao is on the third floor. ”

Li Ang followed the crowd to the third floor, where a big lecture was held, and Mr. Hu Busi was giving some speeches on it, all of which were about treasure appreciation.

There were many listeners sitting below, all with respectful expressions and serious expressions.

It's not good to disturb now, so Li Ang followed Zhou Zhongzhan and the others to an empty area, where there were several sofas, tables and chairs, so he found a place to sit down and rest.

In the middle of the week, he dialed a phone call, said something, and then hung up with a smile on his face.

After a while, Mr. Hu Busi finished his speech and then left.

Then the assistant said something to him in the audience, and Mr. Hu Busi showed an extremely shocked look, and then walked towards the location of Li Ang and the others.

"Old Hu is here!"

Zhou Zhongzhan stood up and said politely to Hu Busi.

"You're welcome. ”

Hu Busi nodded, and then sat down in the middle of the table amid the greetings of everyone.

The owner of the painting had already placed the painting on the table, right in front of Mr. Hu Busi, so the old man picked up a magnifying glass, put on gloves, and began to look at it carefully.

Everyone held their breath and no one made a sound to disturb them, but the owner of the painting was a little nervous.

Although Li Ang was not far away, everyone at the table was standing, and he couldn't see the specific situation, so he stood up and watched.

I saw Mr. Hu over there touching the painting with his gloved hand, and carefully screening it with a magnifying glass.

Sometimes frowning and contemplative, sometimes sighing softly, sometimes with a blank face, so that others cannot see his specific opinion of the painting.

And whenever the old gentleman frowned, the owner of the painting was a sigh in his heart, because the frown must have encountered some unpredictable factor, and it would not be a good thing after all.

After a long time, Mr. Hu put down the magnifying glass as usual, and then took off his gloves.

Everyone's hearts were relaxed, the atmosphere just now was really breathless, and now seeing Hu Lao's action, he must have made a decision in his heart.

Is it time to witness the birth of a gem today?

Everyone was excited, of course, except for the owner of the painting, he was still very nervous, after all, this was his painting.

If this painting is really Zuben, then it is naturally excellent.

But if the painting is not an ancestral copy, but a facsimile, the value is more than one grade lower, and it is no wonder that he is uneasy.

"This painting ......"

Mr. Hu spoke, everyone pricked up their ears to listen, and Li Ang also rubbed his ears, this kind of decisive moment is the most interesting.

"This painting is older than all the facsimiles in the world, but unfortunately it is not made by Gu Kaizhi, this is also a facsimile!"

Speaking of this, Mr. Hu shook his head and sighed lightly.

"But it can be said to be the most similar facsimile to the ancestor, and the value is also very great!"

"Wow!"

"It's a pity!"

"There shouldn't be a problem with Hu Lao's judgment!"

"Alas, alas, alas. ”

Everyone present showed a look of regret, this painting is not the ancestral book, is "Luo Shen Futu" really lost?

The owner of the painting was also depressed, but quickly sorted out his emotions, put away the painting, and then thanked Mr. Hu Busi.

This painting was obtained by him by accident, originally thought that he was favored by the heavens, and found the ancestral copy of the lost painting, but he did not think that the fate of the word is wonderful, this is actually a copy.

But at least it was worth more than all the facsimiles in the world, and in the absence of the ancestral book, this painting was the best, so his mood was not too sad.