"Dead old man, what's the matter with you here!, get out of here!" the middle-aged man roared at the village chief.

These words made the village chief angry, and Meng Zitao also frowned, and reprimanded coldly: "Please leave, I don't welcome such an impolite person." ”

The middle-aged man's expression was like a June day, and he immediately apologized sincerely to Meng Zitao and the village chief: "Teacher Meng, the old village chief, I didn't choose what to say just now, but I can't help it, I spent 600,000 yuan just to buy this painting, and I originally wanted to sell it to my son to buy a house in the future, but what can I do now!

The middle-aged man patted his head with a look of annoyance, looking very painful, which made the village chief sympathetic: "We can understand your feelings, but didn't your request deliberately make Teacher Meng embarrassed?"

The middle-aged man said: "I can't help it, and I just want Mr. Meng to make a comment, write a few good words, and save me some losses." ”

Meng Zitao said in his heart, is this guy crazy because he has lost his mind?

"I repeat, as an appraiser, you have to be responsible for the authenticity of everything, pointing to the deer as a horse, and saying that the fake is true, I will not do such a thing. Besides, I wrote a review for you, and then someone else bought it, isn't that buyer a human being? Why should he suffer such a loss?" Meng Zitao rebuked.

The people around nodded in agreement, you can't deceive, others can, there is no such reason.

Meng Zitao said unceremoniously: "This gentleman, please take your things and leave." ”

The middle-aged man said hurriedly: "Mr. Meng, I am really wrong, I shouldn't make such an unreasonable request, please help me identify the remaining four works." ”

Meng Zitao still refused: "Sir, to be honest, I don't want to hear any more unreasonable demands from your mouth. ”

The middle-aged man waved his hand again and again: "No, no! I only want to know the authenticity of the remaining works now, and I will definitely not make any more requests, I swear!"

The middle-aged man begged bitterly, and there was a posture that Meng Zitao would not leave if he did not agree, and Meng Zitao really wanted to slap him away.

But think about this kind of person, in order to reduce his losses, he will definitely do some extreme things, rather than this, it is better to tell the truth of the work in front of everyone, at least in the future, these villagers will definitely not be deceived by middle-aged people.

So, Meng Zitao pretended to be reluctant to agree, and then continued to help him identify, and the next time, for the middle-aged man, it was like being in the cold winter wax moon, the whole person was cold from head to toe, and his three works were all fakes.

Moreover, what Meng Zitao said was the Tao, and the reason was shallow, and the villagers next to him could understand it, even if he wanted to, he couldn't refute it.

"I don't believe it, the last painting is a fake. ”

The middle-aged man came back to his senses, gritted his teeth, and unfolded the last painting again.

The middle-aged man said that this painting was Xu Wei's "Mandarin Duck Lotus Picture", but when Mencius looked at the paper, he knew that this painting must be an imitation, and the silk paper handed down from the Ming Dynasty could not have such a performance.

However, when he looked at the contents of the scroll, Meng Zitao couldn't help but be amazed, because this painting was so good.

The flowers depicted in the whole picture are clear and beautiful, or with buds, or blooming, multi-faceted; the branches and leaves are dewed, graceful and stretched, and the side of the pitch; the lake and rocks are majestic, sharp and firm, thick and heavy. Two colorful butterflies danced in the air, and a pair of mandarin ducks played leisurely on the water, breaking the tranquility of a pool of clear water. A frog is lurking on the lotus leaf behind the stone to covet the beetle, bowing its body to move, adding a bit of vitality and interest to the picture.

It can be seen from the whole painting that the author's painting skills are quite outstanding, which makes Mencius can't help but admire, but at the same time, he is a little speechless, is the author a prank, or is he too greedy for money, and actually left Xu Wei's signature and seal on such a fine painting, isn't this a tyrannical thing?

Meng Zitao raised his head, looked at the nervous middle-aged man, and said to him a conclusion that he did not also believe, that there was something wrong with the painting.

The middle-aged man calmed down, but it seemed to be calm before the storm, and in the middle of the sound, he slapped his hands on the table, leaned forward, and said to Meng Zitao: "Did you mean it!"

"Tell me your reasoning. Meng Zitao clasped his hands on his chest and leaned back in his chair.

The middle-aged man said in a voice that was almost like a roar: "My painting has been appraised by several experts in the porcelain capital, and they all said that this is a fine painting, why is there a problem in your mouth, is it that each of them is worse than you!"

Meng Zitao said: "You also said that they just think that this painting is a masterpiece, do they say that it is genuine?"

The middle-aged man was stunned: "You are talking nonsense, since it is a high-quality product, how can it not be genuine?"

"Who told you that the two are equal?"

Meng Zitao laughed: "For example, Zhang Daqian's imitation of Xu Wei's work, do you think he will imitate it badly? Is Zhang Daqian's imitation the real work?"

The middle-aged man was speechless, and only after half a sound did he say, "Then who do you say painted this painting?!"

"How could I possibly know who drew it?"

Meng Zitao spread his hands, and then said: "Hey, for the sake of this work, it's not a bad score, I'll teach you." This painting is actually Chen Hongshou's brush style, and the lotus flower picture he made is delicate and exquisite. He is good at outlining between lines, with delicate layers and subtle changes, beautiful and delicate flowers, and dewy branches and leaves. ”

"Chen Hongshou uses the brush neatly but not rigidly, and the paintings are rich and natural. The lotus flowers in his pen are simple and bright, and they switch more freely in the changes of sparseness and density, rigidity and softness. The coloring is delicate, and the painting style is beautiful and fresh. ”

Xu Wei's lotus flowers can reflect the characteristics of ink and water, and the pen is vigorous, bringing people a kind of atmospheric and flexible beauty. In the paintings, poems can be painted, outlined with light ink, and then embellished and rendered. Moreover, the lotus flowers in his paintings can express personal emotions to the fullest. The brush and ink can change freely, which can show a kind of artistic conception and characteristics, and also bring people a kind of atmospheric beauty. The two are fundamentally incompatible. ”

Speaking of this, Meng Zitao laughed: "The works painted in the style of Chen Hongshou are thought of by a counterfeiter in the name of Xu Wei." ”

Looking at the middle-aged man who was already stupid, Meng Zitao continued: "Okay, I should say that I have said everything, what else do you have to say?"