Lin Jianye said with a look of surprise on his face: "Then you have to taste it, this red label Song Hire is hard to find!"

Zhang Xinlin said proudly: "Haha, I also spent six million a few days ago to get back from the auction house, it's really rare! Let's go, let's go to my private room, young man, you and Shanshan should come too!"

As he spoke, Zhang Xinlin took Lin Jianye's arm and walked out, and Chen Yang and Lin Shanshan could only follow.

The name of Zhang Xinlin's private room is Huajian Yue, and the decoration is also very elegant.

After a few people sat down, Zhang Xinlin took out a set of exquisite Yixing purple clay pots from the cabinet.

He took out a tea can from the exquisitely packaged tea box on the table, put some tea leaves in the teapot with tweezers, and then brewed the tea.

After the tea was brewed, Zhang Xinlin poured four cups, pushed them in front of Lin Jianye, Chen Yang and Lin Shanshan, and said with a smile: "Come, you all taste the taste of this tea!"

He spent a lot of money on this excellent tea, and naturally he wanted to show off.

After Chen Yang picked up the teacup, the mist in the cup was topped, and the soup was clear and yellowish.

After he drank it all in one gulp, he had a long aftertaste in his mouth, and couldn't help but say: "The taste is sweet, the aroma is like orchid, and the charm is profound.

Zhang Xinlin's eyes lit up, looked at Chen Yang and said, "Young man, you also know tea?"

Chen Yang said modestly: "I understand a little, I just understand a little!"

Zhang Xinlin laughed and said: "Being able to taste the true taste of the red label Song Ping, this is not just a little understanding! Lao Lin, you have found a good son-in-law, you are an elegant person!"

Lin Jianye didn't speak, but his expression was very proud.

Zhang Xinlin continued: "By the way, Brother Lin, I just received a painting a few days ago, and you are also playing with collections, why don't you help me palm my eyes?"

Lin Jianye nodded and smiled: "Boss Zhang's words, I naturally want to see it!"

Zhang Xinlin got up and took out a picture scroll from the picture box on the cabinet, brought it to Lin Jianye and said: "Lao Lin, this is the famous Song Dynasty painter Zhao Mengfu's "Fengqiao Night Park", I bought it for 13 million, it is very precious!"

Lin Jianye nodded indifferently and opened the scroll in his hand.

At their level, just one or two million is nothing, and it is not worth their empress.

After the scroll was opened, Chen Yang also leaned over to take a look, only to see that the oblique moon was sinking in the west, the frost was all over the world, there were maple leaves on the shore, pieces of fishing fires, and a lonely boat drifting by the river, the picture was vivid.

Lin Jianye couldn't help but admire: "Good painting, good painting, worthy of Zhao Mengfu's painting, the sense of picture comes to the face, there is a sense of meaning, it is so meaningful!"

Zhang Xinlin became more and more proud: "That's natural, when I saw this painting for the first time, I recognized that this was Zhao Mengfu's real work, so I didn't hesitate to spend a lot of money to buy it, haha!"

Lin Jianye said with some envy: "There are not many authentic works of Zhao Mengfu in the world, Boss Zhang can get a pair, it is really lucky......! If the younger brother bids 20 million, can Boss Zhang cut his love?"

He is also a collector, and when he sees such a beautiful ancient painting, he naturally can't help but want to take it for himself!

Zhang Xinlin waved his hand and laughed: "Don't think about this kind of good thing, I definitely won't sell this painting, but seeing you so envious, I am so happy, haha!"

He and Lin Jianye are sworn friends, and the more envious Lin Jianye is, the happier he feels.

At this time, Chen Yang spoke: "Uncle Zhang, your painting seems to be fake!"

Zhang Xinlin and Lin Jianye were stunned at the same time.

Then Zhang Xinlin said with a gloomy expression: "Young man, you can eat indiscriminately, you can't talk nonsense, I have found someone to identify the sub-painting, it is absolutely true!"

Under his emotional agitation, even Xiangjiang's words popped out, obviously a little angry.

Lin Jianye hurriedly said: "Chen Yang, what are you talking nonsense, this painting was bought by Boss Zhang for 13 million, how can it be fake?"

Chen Yang shrugged his shoulders and said, "Father-in-law, it's not that I'm talking nonsense, this painting is indeed a bit problematic, I just don't want Uncle Zhang to continue to be deceived!"

Zhang Xinlin slapped the table and said, "Young man, since you said that this painting is fake, then you can point out where this painting is fake?"

Lin Jianye didn't want Chen Yang to be too stiff with his old friend, and just as he was about to open his mouth to persuade him, he saw Chen Yang get up and take the painting in his hand and look at it carefully.

After looking at it for a while, Chen Yang said: "The counterfeiting technique of this painting is very superb, and it is normal for the appraiser to be eye-catching for a while! Zhao Mengfu is proficient in painting, calligraphy, and engraving, especially in painting.

The style of his paintings is simple and natural, and the artistic conception and freehand atmosphere are very far-reaching, and there are also the beauty of poetry, calligraphy and printing.

In this "Fengqiao Night Park", Zhao Mengfu expresses a feeling of sadness and spaciousness.

But when you look at this painting, in addition to the exquisite picture, there is no artistic conception and feelings.

Moreover, the pigment used in the part of the fishing fire in the painting should be Indian yellow in modern times, and there was no such pigment in the Song Dynasty!"

Speaking of this, Chen Yang drank a cup of tea and moistened his throat before continuing: "If Uncle Zhang still doesn't believe it, you can take this painting to do carbon-14 identification, I'm sure that its age is definitely not more than twenty years!"

Zhang Xinlin looked at Chen Yang dumbfounded, his mouth was wide open, and his saliva was about to flow out, obviously shocked.

Lin Jianye couldn't help but patted Zhang Xinlin's shoulder and said, "Boss Zhang, are you okay?"

Zhang Xinlin swallowed his saliva, ignored Lin Jianye, and stammered at Chen Yang: "You...... How do you know that?"

Chen Yang shrugged his shoulders and said, "I once studied at Mizuki University for a while, and the teacher from the Department of Ancient Chinese Literature happened to explain this painting to us, so I only found out about it!"

Zhang Xinlin was puzzled: "The Department of Ancient Chinese Literature still talks about ancient paintings?"

Chen Yang nodded and said: "Of course, ancient Chinese literature is not only about ancient literature, but also about ancient culture, and ancient paintings are also one of the representatives of Chinese culture, so naturally we have to talk about it!"

In fact, he had never been to Mizuki University at all, and this reason was all made up by himself.

The reason why he can see the authenticity of this "Fengqiao Night Park" is because the authenticity of this "Fengqiao Night Park" is hanging in the collection hall of the Tianqian headquarters at the moment.

At that time, this "Fengqiao Night Park" was plundered by Fusang in the catastrophe of the last century, and it has been in Fusang for many years.

Chen Yang went to Fusang on a mission one time, and happened to see this painting at the target's home, so he brought it back to the Tianqian headquarters.

The things of the Chinese people should naturally be saved by the Chinese people!