There are many fakes in the antique street, but this one is different from other fakes.

Some time ago, in a treasure appreciation TV show on the provincial station, a treasure collector presented a painting from his private collection for the experts present to judge. And after the appraisal of experts, the painting is an ancient antique that is not fake, true or not.

Ancient antique is a very embarrassing kind of antique, if this is fake, then this thing is really an ancient thing. If this thing is true, it is not the era it wants to express. So this kind of ancient fake antique is placed in modern times, and its position is quite awkward.

And now the reason why so many people are gathered around such a stall is because this stall is placed on the ancient fake painting that has been identified by experts and confirmed to be "Qing Dynasty craftsmen imitating the style of the Song Dynasty".

I don't know for what reason, this fake painting just went to the bulk goods street.

Most of the people gathered around here knew about it and wanted to see the good deeds of this thing at the moment, while the stall owner stood behind the stall with a bored face, letting these people point at the painting, and had no intention of selling the painting. He also knows that the people who look at this painting here now are basically knowledgeable, and there are few laymen. So he came up with this painting with the intention of just to attract attention and sell other things on the stall by the way.

"This thing is a little interesting," Zheng Yonghe looked at the painting placed in the stall and said to Zheng Zheng on the side: "I have heard of this kind of ancient fakes and antiques before, but I haven't really seen a few, and today I have seen it." ”

He looked at the painting and asked, "Tell me, how much is this thing worth?"

"This thing...... Zheng Zheng squatted down, touched the painting, and judged the texture of the paper, he also had an estimate in his heart.

Zheng Zheng stood up, nodded and said: "Three or four thousand yuan should still be worth it, now those paintings in the handicraft store dare to ask you for eight thousand and one thousand, although this thing is a fake, but it is also a Qing Dynasty thing, compared to those things made in the same mode as an assembly line, this is still more valuable." ”

"It's just that this painting has to be framed when I buy it, and the painting is not very well preserved, and the quality will fall. If you can find a master to frame it, you can also hang it in the living room and look at it in the middle hall. ”

"That being said, who wants to buy a fake at home? Zheng Yonghe shook his head and said, "In the end, this thing is still too embarrassing." It would be a little embarrassing to buy it and put it in the living room, and it was a little embarrassing to be seen by a knowledgeable person that it was a fake. ”

"Let's go, don't look at it. Zheng Yonghe said.

"Hmm. ”

Zheng Zheng nodded and was about to leave from this booth with Zheng Yonghe, but after he subconsciously glanced at the bronze scale, Zheng Zheng dispelled this idea.

On the bronze scale, this landscape painting appears silently in the weighing pan, while on the other weighing pan is a small weight.

Although this numbness is small, it is larger than the weight when weighing the small porcelain bowl in Zheng Yonghe's hand before.

"Don't rush to leave, let me take a good look. ”

Zheng Zheng squatted down as he spoke, and the bronze balance in his hand seemed to be unintentionally placed on the ground. Then, he looked at the landscape painting with a serious face.

Someone saw that Zheng Zheng was interested in this painting, and said a little sarcastically on the side: "Don't look at it, this thing is an ancient fake, you will cry when you buy it back." ”

Zheng Yonghe didn't have the time to deal with others, he saw Zheng Zheng looking at this painting with a solemn face, and his heart became curious. When Zheng Zheng identified the coarse porcelain bowl before, the expression was exactly the same as now. Now looking at Zheng Zheng looking at this painting like this, Zheng Yonghe's feeling of looking at that painting has also changed.

But no matter how much he looked at it, he didn't see anything of value in this painting.

"Brother, what do you think?"

After reading it left and right several times, Zheng Yonghe still didn't see any clues. He looked at Zheng Zheng, who was frowning at the painting, couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, and asked in a low voice.

Zheng Yonghe was watching from the side when Zheng Zheng identified this small porcelain bowl, so he still believed in Zheng Zheng's vision. Now he can't see the problem himself, so he can only ask Zheng Zheng. He was curious, what attracted Zheng Zheng's attention?

"Hmm...... Pretty much. ”

After Zheng Zheng saw the gesture on the bronze scale, he was convinced of the value of this painting. But he looked at the painting over and over again, but he didn't see any clues from it.

Although this painting seems to be in the style of Song Dynasty landscape painting, both its ink and paper materials reveal traces of the Qing Dynasty. Although the painter who made this painting imitated the brushwork very similarly, due to the limitations of the materials used, there were still shortcomings.

However, Zheng Zheng believes in the judgment of the bronze balance, since this is the case, there must be something else in this painting that ordinary people can't see.

"Boss, how much does your painting sell?"

Zheng Zheng asked this sentence, and the eyes of the people around him looking at Zheng Zheng were a little complicated.

In the eyes of others, Zheng Zheng now only knows a little bit of antique fur, but his vision is far away, and he is no different from a humanoid self-propelled ATM.

This kind of injustice is hard to find, and the stall owner has to make some money from him no matter what he says. But now that so many people who know the details of this painting are watching from the side, the stall owner can't pull down this face even if he has the heart.

"Brother, I'll explain it to you. This scroll is an antique antique in the Qing Dynasty, which is a fake made in the Qing Dynasty, and it is also an antique now. If you really want it, then give me 3,000 yuan, and we'll end up this friendship." ”

After the stall owner finished speaking, he looked at Zheng Zheng intently, seeing if the young man could say something.

"Well, that's a fair price. ”

Zheng Zheng, who was regarded as a wronged leader by everyone, nodded and said. As soon as he said this, the stall owner was happy, thinking that this thing could finally be sold. However, Zheng Zheng's next words made him break his glasses: "But I don't have so much money." ”

"Why are you asking so energetically, don't you make fun of me?" The stall owner held back the fire in his heart, but it was not easy to attack, so he could only snatch Zheng Zheng's sentence without being soft or hard.

"He doesn't have what I have, isn't it just 3,000 yuan? ”

Without waiting for Zheng Zheng to speak, Zheng Yonghe on the side said. He opened his wallet and glanced at it, and then said to Zheng Zheng: "Wait for me for a while, I don't have so much cash on me, wait for me to take it out." ”

"Is this appropriate?" Zheng Zheng said a little embarrassed: "I'm still going to the store to get the money." ”

Zheng Yonghe waved his hand and said very arrogantly: "Since you see it, then let's buy it now, lest others take the lead, wait for me for a while." ”

After speaking, Zheng Yonghe left the stall and walked towards the ATM at the entrance of Bulk Street.

The onlookers saw that the two of them were going to come to buy the painting, and they became interested and wanted to see the excitement. It is not expensive to sell this painting for 3,000 yuan, after all, it is also a Qing Dynasty thing. But the crux of the problem is that this is a fake made in the Qing Dynasty, not to mention that there is not much room for appreciation, even if you want to get rid of it, it is difficult.

The stall owner was very happy to see that Zheng Zheng had made up his mind to buy this painting. Since this painting was on TV, even if the painting was smashed in his hand, he didn't even get back the capital to collect the painting. Now that I have sold it for 3,000 yuan, although I don't make much money, I have finally recovered the capital.

In less than ten minutes, Zheng Yonghe returned.

Zheng Yonghe looked at Zheng Zheng and saw that Zheng Zheng nodded, so he no longer hesitated, and pointed out 3,000 yuan and handed it to the stall owner: "The money is yours, and the painting is ours." ”

The stall owner took the money with a smile on his face, then rolled up the painting, packed it in a box, and handed it to Zheng Zheng.

After clearing the money and goods, Zheng Zheng picked up the box containing the painting and was about to leave with Zheng Yonghe, but he heard a muttering coldly.

"It's fucking stupid to spend 3,000 bucks on something like this. ”