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"What's wrong?"

Mr. Lu's expression was very obvious, and the people next to him naturally saw it very clearly.

For a moment, Mr. Cai smiled and asked, "Mr. Lu, is there anything wrong with these paintings?" If you have something to say, you might as well say it, I am also mentally prepared for this. ”

"These paintings ......"

At this time, Mr. Lu hesitated: "I'll take a look at ...... again."

As he spoke, Mr. Lu took out a magnifying glass and looked closely at several oil paintings. And everyone next to him also noticed that the more he looked at it, the more his brows wrinkled. From this, it can also be judged that something is unusual.

Seeing this situation, Wang Guan was also a little curious, and couldn't help but take a closer look. However, oil painting is his weakness, and if you look at it with the naked eye, you will definitely not see any clues. Driven by curiosity, he simply used his special abilities.

"Huh!"

At first glance, Wang Guan's face was a little more surprised and abrupt: "I see, it's ......."

"Big brother, you can see it too." At the right time, Cai Peng was next to him, and naturally heard Wang Guan's voice, and hurriedly asked, "Is there anything wrong with these paintings?" ”

“…… It's hard to say. Wang Guan thought about it, but shook his head slightly.

"What's not to say." Cai Peng said indifferently: "It's all fake, our Cai family can afford to pay for it." But those who dare to lie to my dad will definitely not end well. ”

"Peng, don't talk nonsense."

At the same time, Mr. Cai opened his mouth and said with a smile: "Nephew, you also know how to appreciate oil paintings?" ”

“…… A little understood, a little understood. ”

Wang Guan smiled embarrassedly: "But with Mr. Lu here, there is no need for me to be ugly." ”

"No, no, no......"

However, Mr. Lu was also very polite, as if he had found a step. Hurriedly signaled: "Since Mr. Wang is also an expert, you may wish to exchange ......."

"How dare you get an axe."

"Only by communicating with each other can we make progress together."

Seeing the two of you pushing me, Cai Peng was a little impatient, and simply said: "Don't rub it off, tell the truth quickly." Big brother, I believe in you, you come. ”

Hearing this, Wang Guan smiled helplessly, but also noticed Mr. Cai's demeanor. But I know that it will not work if I don't say it, lest people think that I am playing tricks.

Thinking of this, Wang Guan hesitated a little, and then said: "Speaking of which, I don't know much about oil painting, and I don't have much contact with the painter Mo You. However, I can see that these five paintings are both stylistic and delicate. They are all very similar, obviously written by the same person. ”

"Uh-huh."

At this time, Mr. Lu also nodded and said, "That's right, I can be sure." All five paintings were painted by the same person. These can be identified in detail, such as the outline of tulips, and the depiction of the image of a young girl......"

Mr. Lu was afraid that Mr. Cai would think that he was not doing his best, so he spoke in great detail.

That is to say. These paintings are all fake. Cai Peng raised his eyebrows, with a murderous look.

"No, no, no......"

However, at this very moment. Wang Guan and Mr. Lu actually shook their heads at the same time.

For a moment, Mr. Lu glanced at Wang Guan and was a little surprised. He was not surprised that Wang Guan could see that all five paintings were made by the same person. After all, to be the person in charge of the Treasure Exhibition, you need to have two brushes. However, the person who can see the deeper meaning makes him somewhat admired.

At this moment, Mr. Lu finally put away his hidden contempt, and smiled politely: "Mr. Wang, let's talk about it." ”

“…… Then I'll throw bricks and bricks. Knowing that now is not the time to sell Guanzi, Wang Guan no longer dragged his feet, but simply said neatly: "In my opinion, these paintings should all be real." ”

"What?" Cai Peng was stunned: "It's all true?" ”

"Hmm."

Wang Guan nodded, and said with a smile: "Of course, it can also be said to be fake, but strictly speaking, it can't be called a fake." ”

“…… I don't understand. ”

Cai Peng felt a little dizzy, and said inexplicably: "Is it true or false?" ”

"It's just hard to tell the difference, so I just told you that it's hard to say." Wang Guan said helplessly: "You must know that the affairs of the art circle, especially the oil painting art circle, are particularly complicated. The truth and falsehood in it cannot be explained clearly in a few words, and there is no unified standard. ”

"Yes, that's it." Mr. Lu thought deeply and nodded in agreement.

"Still don't understand."

Poor Cai Peng was a little ignorant, but now he is completely confused.

"Mr. Lu."

At this time, Wang Guan stopped pretending and looked directly at Mr. Lu: "You are a professional, it is better for you to explain it clearly." ”

"Okay."

Mr. Lu nodded and slowly explained: "There are more fakes on the market, and most of the imitations used to be famous paintings, but now people are smarter and know that famous paintings are collected in big museums, and they are no longer so easy to be fooled." Therefore, the counterfeiters have shifted from the previous imitation of famous works to imitation of the works of artists who sell well in the market and have investment potential, but are not very famous. ”

"What is not well known, however, is that many of the recognized fakes are often inextricably linked to the painter himself."

While speaking, Mr. Lu hesitated, and finally said truthfully: "For example, this tulip girl, I suspect that the painter has copied himself. ”

"Self-replication?" Cai Peng was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean." ”

"When a painter's work wins an award, or is collected by a national art museum, there is often a situation where the buyer specifies the work to be collected." Mr. Lu explained: "At this time, the painter is likely to paint the same work again and sell it, which is self-replication. It is said that it is a fake, and he painted it by the painter himself; It's true, but it's a bit inappropriate. ”

"After all, in the world's concept, every work is like a leaf, and it is impossible for it to be exactly the same. Even if it is the same subject, the form of expression is often different. ”

Mr. Lu said solemnly: "The first work is often carefully created by the author, which is naturally full of emotion and artistic appeal. But the second and third ...... That's purely the process of copying. Where else is there art? Therefore, in the eyes of many people, the painter's self-reproduction can be regarded as a fake. ”

"Understood."

At the right time, Cai Peng suddenly realized, frowned, and said: "In other words, these paintings are all the guy named Mo You, so he simply plagiarized himself in order to make money?" ”

"That's right." Mr. Lu nodded slightly, and at the same time sighed: "In the end, it is a young man who can't withstand the temptation of fame and fortune and is willing to fall." If this is the case, it will get out. His reputation is estimated to be ruined by half, and it is even very likely that he will not be able to withstand the blow, and from then on he will return to the vulgar stream and no longer be a genius. ”

"You don't care what you do, he's doing it himself." Cai Peng snorted: "If you don't die, you won't die, when he is engaged in crooked ways, he should have expected retribution." ”

Cai Peng, a great evildoer, actually has a time when he is righteous and righteous. It's really rare.

Wang Guan muttered secretly, but he didn't have any special feelings, the most important thing was that he didn't know anything about Mo You at all, so naturally he couldn't worry about it. But. When he looked at the oil painting again, he suddenly felt that the tulip girl in the painting seemed to have a sense of déjà vu. It seems to have been seen somewhere.

However, it is a pity that the portrait is a side face, and it does not show the whole picture of the character at all. Wang Guan thought about it carefully, and found that he had no memory of this.

When Wang Guan was thinking about it, he heard Mr. Cai smile and say: "Since it is the work of the painter himself, it really cannot be called a fake." Thank you Mr. Lu for your help in the identification, by the way, there is also a nephew, and I will trouble you......"

While speaking, Mr. Cai waved his hand and motioned for the bodyguard to take down the oil painting, and then someone brought something over.

"And huh?" Cai Peng was stunned, but found that the thing was not an oil painting, but a scroll, which undoubtedly should be an ancient Chinese painting.

"Mr. Lu has studied both Chinese and Western paintings, and is not only proficient in Western oil paintings, but also very good at ancient Chinese paintings." At the same time, Mr. Cai smiled and said, "Please appreciate this ancient painting again." ”

Mr. Lu naturally didn't shirk it, and after taking the scroll, he carefully spread it out, only to see that the ancient painting was a landscape map.

At this time, Wang Guan also came back to his senses, and took advantage of the situation to look at the landscape painting, only to see that the picture was painted with a few verdant ancient pines, and there was a stream meandering through the side, full of elegant and quiet color.

"The artistic conception is good, it's a good painting."

This is a preliminary judgment, Wang Guan nodded slightly, and then continued to look closely, but saw that under the pine tree, on the edge of the stream, there were several scribes sitting and drinking. The clothes of these literati are a little messy, quite a bit of Wei and Jin ancient style.

"Autumn Pine High Hidden Map!"

At the right time, Mr. Lu made a definition of the picture very vividly, and then said with a bit of surprise: "This is the painting of Wen Jia, a famous painter of the Wumen School of painting in the Ming Dynasty." ”

"Wenjia?"

Wang Guan turned his eyes, but in the lower left side of the picture, he saw a line of brushwork. Qingjin Xiaokai, the penmanship is very smooth, the word Wenjia, the font is very clear, which makes people clear at a glance.

"Who is Wenjia?"

For some people, Wenjia can be described as thunderous, but for others, they have never heard of it. For example, Cai Peng, now he looks ignorant, and whispers: "Is it Wen Zhengming?" ”

"Well, knowing Wen Zhengming, it can be regarded as saved, it's not completely unlearned." Wang Guan laughed and couldn't help but explain: "Wen Jia is the son of Wen Zhengming, who can write poems, work calligraphy, and is good at identifying ancient calligraphy and paintings, and carving stones, which is the crown of the Ming generation." ”

Speaking of which, Wen Zhengming is really good at teaching his son, the eldest son Wen Biao, and the second son Wen Jia are all characters who can leave their names in the history books. And at the end of the Ming Dynasty, there was a Wen Zhenmeng among the descendants, who was a late bloomer. ”

Wang Guan talked eloquently: "Anyway, from the middle of the Ming Dynasty to the end of the Ming Dynasty, Wen Zhenmeng, for more than a hundred years, the Jiangnan literary family can be called a veritable scholarly family, a famous family ......" (to be continued......