Luo Xi and Si Junxian arrived at the Huangshi Art Museum fifteen minutes earlier than the agreed time.

The curator personally came out to greet them and took them around the art museum first.

Because they are all industry insiders, the chat is quite harmonious.

According to the curator, this is Mr. Huang's private art museum, and some of his works will be exhibited to the public on a regular basis.

Luo Xi noticed that many of the works on display in the museum were valuable collectible artworks, and there were even a few national treasure-level calligraphy and paintings.

However, she knew that most of the things that could be placed outside for people to see were high-end replicas, and the original works must be properly kept.

However, for a private art museum opened by a top collector, if it is not his own collection, he will naturally not bother to put reproductions in the museum.

So she can conclude that this old Mr. Huang should be an invisible big collector.

After that, the curator led them through the atrium to the backyard.

On the door of the backyard there is a sign that reads, "Private Mansion, Idlers are not allowed to enter".

And the courtyard gate is like the entrance of the peach blossom spring, as soon as Luo Xi enters, his eyes will be bright.

Even Si Junxian had a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

There is a cave in the courtyard, like a small palace garden, the garden design integrates the atmosphere of the northern landscape and the beauty of the southern scenery, and the architectural style is also perfectly unified.

This must be from the hand of the architect Beiming, according to his worth, the cost of this courtyard must be more than 100 million.

"Who is this old Mr. Huang? Why haven't I heard of it? Luo Xi whispered.

Si Junxian said in a deep voice: "Maybe it's just low-key, or there are agents to the outside world." ”

"Hmm. Luo Xi thought to himself, that means that Si Junxian doesn't know this person either.

After passing through a bamboo forest, the group arrived at the main hall.

When Si Junxian and Luo Xi walked in, Mr. Huang was standing in front of the desk waving.

The interior decoration style is simple and heavy, all the furniture is fine ebony and huanghuali, and it is exquisite and retro everywhere.

The old man held the pen with his wrist in hand, the tip of the pen was stained with golden ink, and he wrote the four big characters of "Breeze and Moon" on the black rice paper.

Luo Xi couldn't help but admire in his heart, the old man's words are vigorous and vigorous, seemingly mellow and stable, but the edge is hidden, which is no longer something that can be described by the words "everyone's demeanor".

It is often said that "words are like people", especially in the world of calligraphy and painting.

Luo Xi silently thought that the person who can achieve this kind of attainment must be a wise man who has experienced ups and downs in life and retired to the city after strong winds and waves.

"Huang Lao, the guest has arrived. The curator only spoke respectfully after Mr. Huang put down his pen.

"Haha, young man, please sit down and watch tea!" Mr. Huang raised his head calmly, letting Luo Xi see what it means to be a "crane haired child".

It's just that there is a touch of sadness hidden between the other party's eyebrows, and his expression is also very tired.

"Thank you, sir. Si Junxian and Luo Xi thanked at the same time.

"You are from the hinterland. Mr. Huang took a sip of tea and spoke gently.

"Yes. Si Jun replied envially.

Mr. Huang nodded, with a little regret in his tone: "I've always wanted to go back and see, but unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in this life." ”

"Now that it's navigable, it's still very convenient to want to go over. Luo Xi felt that the other party's mood was a little sad, so he comforted.

But after saying that, she regretted it.

Do you still need to say this kind of thing? Can people not know? If she doesn't reply, I'm afraid she doesn't want to reply, or for some other reason, she's really talkative.

She raised her eyes, but there was no displeasure in Mr. Huang's expression.

Mr. Huang was a little happy, and said to Luo Xi: "You little girl, you are very good at thinking about others. ”

"No, you've won the prize. It's me who speaks without thinking. Luo Xi was embarrassed.

"Hehe," Mr. Huang heard the second half of the sentence, and knew that Luo Xi had already figured it out, "Because of my identity, I can't return to my hometown." You young people don't understand Ye Luo's mood of wanting to return to his roots, at my age, even if I have a lot of money, I can't make up for this regret. Ahem. ”

Mr. Huang suddenly coughed violently, and the young man who took care of him hurriedly brushed his back and handed him water.

Judging by his state, it seems that he is not lightly ill.

"Sir, you are unwell, we don't want to bother too much, it's better to ......" Si Junxian didn't want to talk about some irrelevant things, although he hadn't figured out the origin of this old Mr. Huang, but from his words, Si Junxian still felt that the less he knew, the better.

Although Luo Xi is also in the circle of collecting, he is mainly engaged in art business, and he knows little about the black market of reselling or even stealing, let alone other more shady fields.

And Si Junxian came out of the mud, and he always had a more cautious attitude towards people and things.

"Okay, let's get down to business. Mr. Huang's gaze stayed on Si Junxian for a while, and then asked the curator to bring the painting over.

The curator unfolded the scroll and put it on the table, and Si Junxian also laid out the paintings they brought, one on the other, for easy comparison.

Both with the naked eye and with a magnifying glass show that the two paintings are identical.

It's just that the one Luo Xi brought was slightly lighter in color, and it was the same as the previous comparison from the electronic version.

"Mr. Huang, what do you think?" Si Junxian made a preemptive move.

Mr. Huang smiled and said nothing, and the curator replied, "Mr. Si, what do you think?"

Si Junxian deliberately betrayed Guanzi: "Could it be that the Bada Shanren really painted two identical paintings at that time?"

"Impossible. The curator also knew that Si Junxian was joking.

"Then I dare to say that this work in the collection may not come from the right way. ”

As soon as Si Junxian finished speaking, Luo Xi's eyes changed when he looked at him.

This guy, even if he has an opinion, is not so arrogant in other people's territory, right?

Is it appropriate to say that it is not the right way?

Sure enough, the curator asked angrily: "Mr. Si, our Huang Lao is kind to you, how can you be so disrespectful?"

"Hey, bluestone, don't be like young people. Mr. Huang has always been tepid, and he is not angry in the face of Si Junxian's abruptness.

Luo Xi felt that Si Junxian was intentional, but for what purpose, she didn't know.

Si Junxian smiled and said to Huang Lao: "Don't get me wrong, Mr. Huang, I'm not talking about you, but about the painting itself." ”

"Oh, then you can hear it. Mr. Huang nodded, as if he understood what Si Junxian meant.

"If I assume that both works are real, then there is only one possibility, and that is that they were originally the same painting. As a big collector, you should have heard of Jia Xuan, right?" Si Junxian said bluntly.

Luo Xi suddenly thought that Hao Nan had told her about this possibility before!

"You mean......" Huang Lao thought thoughtfully, "if that's the case, then when did the two paintings separate?"

"Can you tell me how you got it?" asked Si Junxian.

Huang Lao hesitated for a moment, and glanced at the curator and the boys serving beside him.

The two immediately understood, and each exited the room.

"This painting was given to me by a subordinate when I was a commander in the mainland. After the authenticity was identified, I couldn't put it down and took it with me like a baby. Huang Lao said the reason.

Si Junxian bowed slightly, and once again carefully checked the newness of the paper of the two paintings, the degree of ink loss, etc., and then said, "Maybe your subordinates lied to you." ”