The old man turned around completely and faced Pu Jie, "What did you say?"

"I think I've heard it from a TV series. Pu Jie pointed his finger on his forehead.

At this time, Yu Yao directly began to scroll.

While the old man was talking, he glanced at Yu Yao's movements with his residual eyes, and immediately stopped talking to Pu Jie, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to press, "Boss Yu, what are you doing here?"

"It's nothing, I can't accept this painting, for fear of wasting your time and delaying you from finding another buyer. Yu Yao took the opportunity to hand him half of the rolled-up, and then withdrew.

"I haven't offered you a price yet, and you said you can't accept it, which means that there is something wrong with this painting?" the old man's face sank.

"That's what you said, sir, I didn't say that. There are many reasons why this cannot be collected, not necessarily that there is a problem, but also that you don't like it. ”

"And what is your reason?"

Yu Yao just smiled, then walked around the counter, walked to the table of the Eight Immortals, took a sip of water, and lit another cigarette.

This old man is really interesting! What else do you ask about this kind of thing?

If you open a store, what do you like or dislike? You can keep it for yourself, and if you don't like it, you can sell it, as long as it's genuine, you won't like it.

Seeing that Yu Yao was silent, the old man hesitated, first put away the painting, put it in the calligraphy and painting box, and then walked to Yu Yao's side, "Don't say yes, right?"

"I've already said it, I can't take it. ”

"But you didn't say why. ”

"Sir, do you want to sell paintings?"

"yes!"

"Then now that the result is already there, you can't sell it here, won't it be over?"

"But who made you the first sight of Jiangzhou! If you don't accept it, I'll take it out again, in case someone sees it and spreads it, saying that Geguzhai won't accept it, and I'm even more difficult to sell! So, you have to give me an explanation!"

At this time, Pu Jie answered, "Old man, didn't you ask me what I was doing? I'll tell you now that I was doing business with Boss Yu." Now I'll say a few words, will you listen?"

As soon as these words came out, not only the old man was stunned for a moment, but Yu Yao was also stunned for a moment.

Yu Yaoxin said, Pu Jie is the strongest in antiques, and some miscellaneous items are also available, porcelain is average, jade is average, as for calligraphy and painting, I'm afraid that even the door hasn't entered yet!

The old man looked at Pu Jie, "Okay, I'll listen to you if you say a few words." ”

"I don't know how to paint, but Fan Kuan knows that the name is too big! ”

Yu Yao listened, hey, don't say it, there is still some truth in what Pu Jie said.

This painting is a modern high imitation of old, and the level is barely improvised. If it is Yu Yao, as long as you look at the silk book carefully, you don't need to identify the content of the picture, you can know that the silk is old.

Of course, Yu Yao also read the content of the picture, this method is okay, it is estimated that the person who wrote the pen may often imitate Fan Kuan's paintings. It's just that the details can still find out the problem. And on the whole, the biggest problem is really not good.

"Why do you say so much if you don't know how to draw?" the old man was very upset.

"Don't be angry. Yu Yao smiled and said, "Really, old man, I'm not the first sight of Jiangzhou, and my level is limited, so I can't say more." But I've already told you you can't get the results, so let's stop here, okay?"

After finishing speaking, Yu Yao gave Pu Jie a look. Then, no matter what the old man said, the two of them responded with a smile and a look, and never spoke again.

In the end, the old man had no choice but to pack his things, take his leave, and walk to the door.

When he arrived at the door, he suddenly turned back angrily, "I see, you are really in vain! I didn't say that this painting must be genuine, but it should be 'fake and true'! Since you have no fate today, don't regret it." ”

"Thank you, old man, for your advice. You're good to go. Yu Yao arched his hand.

The old man was finally gone.

"Fake Sai Zhen?" Pu Jie looked at Yu Yao, "This, 'real Sai fake' I know, for example, some real things look really new." But he just said, 'Fake Sai Zhen,' why haven't I heard of it? Did he create it? Or is there really such a thing?"

Yu Yao waved his hand, "This old man is a typical half-bottle of vinegar, which can be regarded as having a certain foundation of eyesight, but he has never been able to go up the steps;

"Oh! that's what he made up himself?"

"Not really. This 'fake race is true', yes, but it is not a common situation in antiques, and it generally only happens in calligraphy and painting. Think about it, what are the chances that the fake can be the same as the real thing?"

"Surely it doesn't mean to be true, right?"

"Of course not. It mainly refers to fake paintings and calligraphy, which are as real as real in all aspects, including value, and some will even outperform the real ones!"

"How is this possible?" Pu Jie couldn't accept it for a while.

"How is it impossible? For example, many of Song Huizong's works were actually painted by painters from the art academy, do you say they are fake or real? Is the fake the same value as the real one?"

"This······ Quite right. Pu Jie scratched his head, "But it's too general, at least I can't find a specific imitator, so I can't really conclude." ”

Yu Yao looked at Pu Jie, "Your thirst for knowledge seems to be a little high today!"

"Don't be useless, hurry up, and have a specific example!"

Yu Yao thought for a while, "Let's talk about an emperor again, Qianlong, some of his characters are imitated and written by He Shen." He Shen's imitation of Qianlong's characters is a must, but in fact, He Shen's calligraphy attainments are even higher than Qianlong's! Some He Shen's imitation of Qianlong's characters are similar in shape, but they are better than Qianlong! This must be fake, right? But there is no difference in the value of the original handwriting. Now you understand, right?"

"Understood!" Pu Jie laughed, "Although this old man is not self-created, it is also far-fetched!"

"Yes, Fan Kuan's painting, if you want to fake the real game, unless it is the top people to imitate him!

Pu Jie clapped his hands, "The more you say this, the more I understand." For example, Zhang Daqian imitated Shi Tao, it can be said that it is a fake match, right?"

"Yes, that's okay!"

Pu Jie lit a cigarette, and suddenly laughed, "I said, you are famous at the first sight of Jiangzhou! I'm afraid there will be door-to-door 'kicking halls' in the future?"

Yu Yao looked depressed. Pu Jie said again, "However, this name is really a bit awkward, not a person in the antique circle, when I hear it, it looks like a column that reports live news!"

As he was talking, the door squeaked again, and Yu Yao subconsciously shook his hand;

Pu Jie laughed again while seeing who it was, "You seem to be scared!"