PS: It's only the third number, is there no monthly pass, please support me.

"Here we are."

At the right time, Fang Mingsheng opened the door and got out of the car, and greeted him: "This is Zeng Lao's home." ”

Wang Guan also followed down to look, and also felt that the environment here is very good, although there are modern residential buildings next to it, but the surrounding greening projects are good, the flowers and trees are lush, it looks very quiet and elegant, it is indeed a good place to recuperate.

When Wang Guan visited, Fang Mingsheng didn't ring the doorbell at all, he directly entered the password on the numeric keypad of the iron fence, and then reversed the guest and said: "Please come in ......"

"Oh."

Wang Guan was stunned, and also realized that Fang Mingsheng's relationship with such an old man was not shallow, otherwise it would not be possible to be so casual. Thinking in his heart, he was not polite, calmly walked into the villa, and then under the guidance of Fang Mingsheng, he came to the living room briskly.

The living room window is bright and clean, but the furniture in it is very retro...... No, no, it's not that the furniture is vintage, it's that the furniture itself is antique.

At this time, Wang Guan's eyes were slightly condensed, and he carefully looked at these pieces of furniture that exuded a deep color and looked very quaint, and immediately judged that the age of these things was estimated to be three or four times older than himself.

"You take your time here." Fang Mingsheng greeted with a smile: "Zeng Lao is estimated to be watering the flowers and grass in the back, I'll call him, you don't have to be polite, just sit down." ”

While speaking, Fang Mingsheng turned around and left, Wang Guan didn't mind, but took the opportunity to look at the furniture. After touching it, I knew that my judgment was correct, these clumsy tables and chairs should be things of the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China. And judging from the texture and texture, it should be rosewood.

Although decades, or nearly 100 years old, the furniture is well maintained, even if it is not painted. The surface has a delicate luster. This is the result of decades of use from generation to generation. It shows that this is an heirloom, and its value is several times higher than that of newly made rosewood furniture.

Of course, even if he is admiring the furniture, Wang Guan is not very obsessed, after all, he is a guest at someone's home, so he should have a restrained heart. The relationship between everyone is not familiar, the so-called don't be restrained, just casual, that's pure kind words. Whoever takes it seriously is a fool.

Anyway, Wang Guan didn't take it seriously, so he also heard the footsteps outside the door for the first time, and after turning around, he naturally saw an old man with gray hair walking in with Fang Mingsheng's support.

"Hello, Elder Zeng."

As a junior, Wang Guan has a lot of vision, and he didn't look too much, and directly bowing his head to greet is the king.

"You're okay too."

Zeng Lao smiled and nodded, very kind. In fact, people are old. The mood will gradually become calmer, and no matter who you are, you will be kind and angry.

Of course, for some elderly people, being calm doesn't mean they won't be angry. It's as if an honest person is angry and scary. These old people are angry, it is the wrath of thunder, and it is better for ordinary people not to touch this mold.

"This is Wang Guan, according to Qian Lao's orders. came to investigate Mr. Zhu's matter. ”

At the same time, Fang Mingsheng introduced beside him: "It is also thanks to him that I know that the Yongle blue and white plate at the customs is actually a fake of Mr. Zhu Da." ”

"What. Is this really the case? ”

Hearing this, Zeng Lao frowned, feeling a little unangry and arrogant.

"Not only is this happening, but there are quite a few of them."

At this time, Fang Mingsheng shook his head and said, "I don't believe you asked Wang Guan, he has encountered it several times." It can be seen that things are not as you guessed, the porcelain mother is not a fish that slipped through the net back then, but something new recently. ”

"Then it's a big problem." Zeng Lao's face showed a little worry: "Actually, earlier, I also heard about Mr. Zhu's comeback, but I have always been holding a fluke mentality, thinking that it may be the items left over from the past, but I didn't expect it to be true, it seems that the Tibetan world has been troubled since then." ”

"You don't have to be too nervous, Mr. Qian has already started to investigate." Fang Mingsheng comforted.

"How can you succeed if you count on others and don't act on your own?" Zeng Lao shook his head: "It seems that I have to talk to you sometime." ”

Hearing this, Wang Guan was very happy. Because Mr. Qian also said frankly that the matter of boycotting Mr. Zhu Da is definitely not something that can be completed by one or two people, which requires more people to join forces and work together to succeed.

However, although Qian Lao has a lot of friends, he has not reached the point where he knows all over the world. The influence, or appeal, is not as powerful as everyone thinks.

After all, the antique industry is composed of different circles, which are interlocking, but they have a certain degree of independence. If you used to, those who dared to play or could play had a certain amount of teacher. As long as you show your name, even if it is an eight-pole, it can have a little to do with it.

However, now because the threshold is too low, as long as you have money, you can toss it casually, and the name of Qian Lao is easier to use among senior experts, but there is no such concept in the minds of ordinary players. Even if his old man stood up and called, it is estimated that not many people responded. Or some people feel confused and don't know what this old man is yelling about.

Besides, the environment of the entire industry is mixed, and even some are rabble, with insufficient success and more than failure. It is based on such considerations that Qian Laocai would rather send someone to investigate by himself than call people to help all over the world.

Of course, just because you don't ask for help doesn't mean you don't want someone else to help. For example, a big Buddha like Zeng Lao not only has a deep influence in the local area, but the most important thing is to know the harm of Mr. Zhu Da. If he is willing to come forward to help, it is naturally a good thing, he can share a lot of pressure, which makes people feel much more at ease.

"Speaking of which, I usually admire the name of Brother Lingxi, but I have never dealt with him."

At the same time, Zeng Lao glanced at Wang Guan and said with a smile on his face: "I heard Mingsheng say that you are a disciple of Brother Ling Xi, so I will trouble you to match." Give me a contact information, I will have a phone call with him, and we will communicate with each other. ”

When Wang Guan heard this, he naturally hurriedly reported the phone number of Qian's hometown. Of course, it is a landline number, after all, the elderly are not used to mobile phones, and they feel that mobile phones are bells and whistles, and they are not as convenient as landlines.

Zeng Lao wrote it down, and he didn't call in a hurry, but just smiled kindly: "Don't stand, sit down and talk." Mingsheng, make tea and entertain guests......"

After helping Elder Zeng sit down on the bench, he motioned for Wang Guan to sit next to him, and then Fang Mingsheng also made gongfu tea, during which he did not forget the picture of the Red Whisk Girl, and presented it to Elder Zeng with a bit of show-off thoughts.

"You really bought this painting?"

Seeing that the scroll was not opened at all, Zeng Lao knew what it was, and was immediately surprised: "Didn't I say that this thing is a little suspicious, aren't you worried that it is a fake?" ”

"Don't be afraid." Fang Mingsheng said with a smile: "When collecting things, the first thing to pay attention to is the quality of the work, not the authenticity. ”

In an instant, Wang Guan secretly rolled his eyes, feeling that Fang Mingsheng was really cheeky and actually plagiarized in front of him. Of course, he also forgot that this was said by Qian Lao, and it had nothing to do with him.

“…… Wrong. ”

At the right time, Zeng Lao shook his head slightly, his cloudy eyes seemed to be able to perceive everything, glanced at Fang Mingsheng, and couldn't help but smile: "This kind of indifferent words about fame and fortune can't be said without sixty or seventy years of life experience." You are not yet old, not only do you not have this kind of awareness, but you also don't have this kind of awareness. Let's talk about it, which master of calligraphy and painting appraisal have you asked to help you with your eyes? ”

"Hehe, I still know me." Fang Mingsheng didn't mean to hide it, but he sold Guanzi: "Zeng Lao thinks I have asked someone for help?" ”

"It's hard to guess." Zeng Lao groaned: "Could it be Brother Guan in Yangcheng?" Or is it Brother Lai in Meizhou? Or is it Zhongshan's Brother Huang? ”

Every time Zeng Lao said one, Fang Mingsheng shook his head once, until Zeng Lao didn't guess and glanced at him with his eyes, he hurriedly pointed at Wang Guan and said: "It's him, he thinks it's genuine, so I bought it." ”

"I never said it was genuine."

At this time, Wang Guan retorted, and then said with a smile: "I just said that even if it is an imitation, it has a certain collection value, and you can consider buying it, but you can't let Boss Fang buy it as a genuine work." ”

"It's all the same." Fang Mingsheng said indifferently: "No matter what you say, I feel that something must be genuine." ”

"Feeling this kind of thing can't be used as a basis...... Zeng Lao shook his head and said, identifying things requires rigorous evidence, not an ethereal feeling.

While speaking, Zeng Lao unfolded the scroll, looked at the picture carefully, and sighed a little: "But you are also right, this painting is really good, even if it is an imitation, it can be treasured." It's a pity that with my eyesight, I didn't find any obvious flaws in the picture, mainly because of this Tan Jingjian seal, which is really suspicious. ”

"To say that Tan Jing made fake paintings, the original intention was still good at the beginning, it was nothing more than to make a copy so that everyone could enjoy it. But when things got there, they gradually took a turn for the worse. ”

Zeng Lao shook his head and said: "I found that everyone couldn't see the authenticity of the pictures, and some people even paid a lot of money to buy paintings, so he couldn't resist such a temptation, and indulged fake paintings into the market for temporary selfish interests." It was this move that caused many people to suffer greatly. ”

"That's right!" Fang Mingsheng nodded again and again, then turned his head and said, "Wang Guan, don't be joking. I know you're sure you're seeing something wrong, so tell me about it. If you help me confirm that this is the authenticity, I will be rewarded with a great reward in return. ”

Under Fang Mingsheng's gaze, Wang Guan hesitated a little and said directly: "...... There is something wrong with this seal. ”

"It's not nonsense."

Seeing Fang Mingsheng frowning and expressing dissatisfaction, Wang Guan smiled and said, "When I say that the problem with this seal is not superficial, but that the seal is really problematic. ”

"What do you mean?" Fang Mingsheng listened a little twisted and confused. (To be continued......)