The next treasure connoisseur walked up, Meng Zitao asked him to wait for a while, took out his mobile phone and wrote a text message to send it, and then began to identify the items on the table.

The next appraisal was relatively smooth, and the judgment given by Meng Zitao was also recognized by everyone.

"Teacher Meng, this is a calligraphy and painting work that I have treasured for many years, please help me take a look. A chubby middle-aged man walked up.

Meng Zitao was slightly stunned, because this person actually brought five calligraphy and painting scrolls over, of course, he didn't stipulate just now how many collections a person can only identify, but at most, a few people present took two collections, and the others basically only took one.

That's it, the key person Meng Zitao has never seen before, when did such a person come out?

He thought about it and understood that this person should have bought the number from someone. In fact, he doesn't mind buying an account, but you have to know something, do you really think you're a free volunteer?

"This gentleman, you have a lot of treasures?" Meng Zitao reminded him euphemistically.

"Hehe, so-so, it's definitely not comparable to you, Mr. Meng. There was a hint of cunning in the middle-aged man's eyes.

Meng Zitao didn't want to be verbose with this kind of person, and was ready to let him go, but he used his ability to sweep the calligraphy and painting works brought by the middle-aged man, and he felt a little funny in his heart.

So he said: "This gentleman, I don't know where your calligraphy and painting works come from?"

"Teacher Meng, this is my personal **. The middle-aged man was a little reluctant to answer.

Meng Zitao smiled and said: "This is indeed your **, but I have a rule, everything I appraise must have a legal origin, otherwise I will not identify it." You can dislike my rules, of course I can refuse to give you an appraisal, that's fine. ”

The middle-aged man cleared his throat and said, "Okay, these paintings and calligraphy works were actually collected by me from a boss, whose business went bankrupt due to the financial crisis, and he owed a lot of debts, so he had to sell his collection to pay off the debts. ”

"I was worried that there was something wrong with the work, so I took a photo, and after consulting some materials and referring to the opinions of several experts, I thought they were all genuine, so I bought them. There should be no problem with the origin of these calligraphy works. ”

Meng Zitao smiled and said, "If you tell the truth, of course there is no problem. But I have a question for you, why do you have to show me when you already think they are genuine?"

"Isn't it because you're more authoritative? The middle-aged man smiled, but his smile was a little dry.

Meng Zitao smiled faintly: "Thanks for the compliment, let's take a look at your collections, I started from the right." ”

"I'll help you. ”

The middle-aged man was probably worried that Meng Zitao would damage his work, so he didn't let Meng Zitao do it, and unfolded the scroll himself.

This is a landscape painting, this picture is written heavy hills, dense trees and jungles, deep winding paths, there is a lonely village near the water, a scholar with a boy to visit the hermit in the deep mountains.

"This is Wu Wei's work, do you know anything about this painter?" Meng Zitao asked.

"Of course. ”

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and said: "It seems that he is an innovative painter in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, who is good at painting ink and wash freehand, figures, and landscapes." Taking the physique of the Southern Song Dynasty Painting Academy, the pen and ink are unbridled and full of charm. In the early years, the painting method was relatively fine, and after middle age, it became vigorous and bold, splashing ink and dripping style. Wu Wei was a famous general of the 'Zhejiang School' after Dai Jin, and his followers were numerous, forming the 'Jiangxia School' in the landscape of the Zhejiang School that flourished for a while. ”

"Looks like you've studied this person very well. Meng Zitao smiled.

"That's for sure, how dare I buy this painting without research?" said the middle-aged man triumphantly.

Meng Zitao said: "I would venture to ask another question, how much did you spend on this painting at that time?"

"This has nothing to do with authenticity, right?" the middle-aged man was reluctant to answer.

Meng Zitao said: "Of course it matters, for example, a thing for a hundred yuan, you spent a dollar to buy it, do you think there is a problem?"

"Can't I pick it up?" the middle-aged man retorted.

Meng Zitao said: "This is not the same as picking up leaks, you just said that the seller is a bankrupt boss and owes a lot of debts, in this case, how can he sell the painting to you cheaply? Or is what you just said just made up?"

"Teacher Meng, you can't talk nonsense. The middle-aged man said: "I hate people to lie to me the most, and I will not deliberately deceive others, what I just said is true." ”

Meng Zitao smiled and waved his hand: "Sir, don't get me wrong, I'm just making an analogy, I believe you are a sincere person." But the key is that if this painting is genuine, it is worth more than six million, and the appraisal must be cautious, don't you say?"

I heard that the real work is worth six million, and the villagers around are shocked, although the millionaire is nothing in these years, but a painting worth six million is placed in front of him, and he still can't calm down.

"Six million?" the middle-aged man was also a little dumbfounded.

Meng Zitao nodded: "So if you buy this painting for only a small amount of money, you will be suspected of being cheated, because the reason is very simple, the other party will take it directly to the auction house, and the final income will definitely not be too small." And he can also resist others, and he should be able to replace a considerable part of his debts, don't you think that's the case?"

"You mean to say that this painting is a fake?" asked the middle-aged man anxiously.

Meng Zitao spread his hands and gave a regretful expression.

"No way, how could I be deceived? Teacher Meng, can you take another look!" said the middle-aged man anxiously.

Meng Zitao was too lazy to talk to him, so he directly used his mobile phone to call up a picture, pointed to the characters inside and said: "You see this is also a work of Wu Wei, the character's expression is very fine, Gao Shi seems to be happy and sad, he seems to have something to say when he opens his mouth, his eyebrows are light and heavy, the corner of his right eyebrow is raised, his eyes have a sense of solemnity, and only a strand of long hair seems to have an indescribable melancholy." ”

"Looking at the characters in this painting, compared with the real work, it is simply one heaven and one underground, even if this painting is Wu Wei's early work, the gap between the two cannot be so big. Do you think I have any point?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head again and again and said: "No, no, no, how is it possible, I have obviously checked so much information, how can it be wrong!" Teacher Meng, you are a big expert, can you write two comments on this painting and help me recover my losses." ”

Meng Zitao was shocked, he had never seen such a brazen person, and the village chief next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and reprimanded: "Don't be unreasonable!" 2k reading network