The price of twelve million soon appeared on the screen.

Mr. Gao held the cup nervously, with his financial resources, it was no problem to directly increase to 20 million, but the auction was not a pure competition for financial resources.

Of course, it's best to be able to get it at a lower price, but I only know that if you smash people at a high price, it's all Kaizi, and you will be laughed at when you go back.

Twelve million, temporarily fixed there, Grand began to speak again.

His words were incendiary, and in a few seconds, the numbers on the big screen changed again, this time to 12.5 million.

Mr. Gao's face was a little disappointed, but he didn't stop and immediately added another 200,000 euros.

On the screen, the latest price has been 200,000, and 300,000 has been added upwards until 15.8 million yuan.

Fifteen,800,000,000, this price was finally fixed at it, and finally became the transaction price.

"Mr. Gao, congratulations!"

Mao Lao was the first to congratulate, this price was directly added by Mr. Gao from 14.8 million yuan, otherwise I don't know when I have to compete.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Mr. Gao laughed and returned the sweat on his forehead, the bidding pressure of the big auction, people who have not participated in it would never have imagined, even if Gao is always a billionaire, this will be a nervous sweat.

Each increase is two or three hundred thousand, which is a euro, and when converted into RMB, it is two or three million.

The price increase of several million yuan each time is not common in China.

The painting was finally taken, and Mr. Gao's heart was completely down, and this big auction was not in vain for him, just this painting made him extremely satisfied.

In China, such paintings may not be able to be bought.

The auction continued, and the assistant next to Ge Lang came over with a very long scroll, followed by a very long push chair, seeing this scene, Dean Huang, Lin Lang and they immediately sat up straight.

With such a long chair, it must be a very long painting to be displayed, which is rare.

In the hearts of the two, there was a faint feeling.

Li Yang also sat up straight, and the faces of the three of them were a little serious, so that Bai Ming, who wanted to speak, also closed his mouth directly and looked at them in surprise.

The three of them were so cautious, it was the first time they had seen them at this big auction, which made Bai Ming swallow back what he wanted to say unnaturally.

The cart arrived at Ge Lang's side, Ge Lang smiled slightly, and slowly began to say: "Here is a great work, a great work that really shocked the world, it is called "Qingming Riverside Picture", written by Zhang Zeduan during the Northern Song Dynasty of China......

With his words, the assistant on the side slowly unfolded the painting.

And Bai Ming, Mr. Gao, Mr. Mao and Mr. Cai, they will open their mouths together and look at the big screen blankly.

Bai Ming, in particular, shook his head vigorously and looked at Dean Huang.

He wondered if he had heard it wrong, "Qingming Riverside Picture", isn't this painting hiding in the Forbidden City, how could it appear here?

Could it be that the poor people in the Forbidden City have begun to sell words.

Seeing that Dean Huang's expression had always been very serious, he turned his head stiffly again, of course it was impossible for the Forbidden City to sell paintings secretly, he just thought about it.

A close-up of the long cart length has already begun to be taken on the screen.

The picture scroll unfolded, and a landscape was displayed in front of everyone, Dean Huang's brows jumped slightly, but he didn't say anything, just quietly watched the picture change.

The painting is very long, the assistant is slowly unfolding, and the camera is always following, and Grand does not speak at all at this time, he seems to have received the notice in advance, so that everyone can slowly enjoy the painting.

Behind the mountains and rivers is a small stream, and by the stream there is a caravan that looks like the outskirts of the city, and these caravans are driving into the city.

Further on, there are several small farmhouse courtyards, neatly distributed among a forest, and there are a few trees in the woods with birds' nests, which look extremely real.

There was also a threshing field beside the woods, where several stone mills were idle, and not far away there was a sheepfold, and there seemed to be a nest of chickens and ducks next to the sheepfold.

Just looking at these, it is a quiet rural scenery, incomparably beautiful.

And everyone who sees this seems to have returned to hundreds of years ago, back to this peaceful land.

The picture continues to unfold, and the road suddenly becomes lively, and a procession of welcoming relatives is slowly moving forward, and the groom in the procession is riding a tall horse and looking around with joy.

He seemed to be telling that today is his big day, and everyone is invited to eat candy.

Seeing this scene, many people's faces unnaturally brought out a trace of smiles, as if they were infected by his joy.

The painting is still turning, and then there is a sedan chair, followed by a person carrying fish and meat, which is brought by the mother's family, and wishes the son-in-law more than every year.

The welcoming procession walked into the market, and the back became more lively, and the people in the teahouses and shops on both sides of the street all looked at this side one after another, and they all had a sense of envy.

Even the jugglers who were performing next to him were looking at the wedding procession in a daze, not knowing what to think there.

The picture has just been shown here, and this is only a small part of the painting, but it has already calmed all the people.

Grand seemed to feel that time was slowing down, and nodded lightly to the assistant next to him, the speed at which the assistant opened the screen suddenly accelerated, and Dean Huang sat up from the sofa and looked at the screen in a daze.

This painting is very long, and if you don't pay attention when you open it, it can easily cause damage.

"Grandpa Huang!"

Dean Huang's actions startled Wang Jiajia next to him, he had an illness yesterday, Wang Jiajia couldn't care about looking at the screen anymore, and looked at him nervously.

"I'm fine!"

Dean Huang swallowed his saliva with difficulty, Lin Lang glanced at him, and then turned back and continued to look at the big screen.

Lin Lang already understood in his heart that Moratti did not lie to him, and it was really possible for this painting to be real, just looking at Dean Huang's performance.

Li Yang still sat there and didn't move.

The painting was still unfolding, but before that, everything in the painting had already been seen by him, and he had already opened up his special ability when he took the painting.

Under the three-dimensional picture, Li Yang can see more clearly and intuitively.

The long silk of the painting, everything in the painting is displayed in the three-dimensional picture, and before the painting is completely unfolded, he has already seen everything clearly.

The landscape at the beginning, the small seal of the double dragon after the painting, and the unique thin gold body withdrawal of Song Huizong, especially the five big characters of 'Qingming Shanghe Tu', are particularly conspicuous.

The aperture of the whole painting, as well as the silk book, are all in line with the period of the Northern Song Dynasty in terms of time.

The most important thing is the simple, natural sense brought by the painting itself, and in the three-dimensional picture, this sense is even stronger, and Li Yang even feels that he has come to the Song Dynasty and Bianjing.

It was as if he was already in the middle of this bustling capital.

In this painting, you don't need to look at Dean Huang's expression, Li Yang has already understood everything, this is the real one.

The picture unfolded quickly, and after a while, the whole painting was all unfolded, Mao Lao, Teacher Cai and Bai Ming also stood up, and Mr. Gao had already walked to the big screen and was watching all this blankly.

"Why is there only Li Dongyang's inscription, and the rest is gone, Lu Feiqi, what about Jiaqing's seal?"

Mr. Cai suddenly shouted, he had been to the Forbidden City and had seen the painting in the Forbidden City, this painting and that painting had many similarities, but there were also many differences.

First of all, this one is complete, with the opening landscape, the Shuanglong small seal and the signature of Song Huizong at the back.

The difference is that since Li Dongyang, the inscriptions and seals of those later collectors have disappeared, and Yan Song, Jiaqing and others have all disappeared from this painting.

"Without these, is this a fake?"

Mr. Gao walked back again, said a word in astonishment, and after finishing speaking, he stood there again.

No one answered him, Bai Ming, Mao Lao and Teacher Cai all looked back at Dean Huang, whether this painting was a fake or not, the most authoritative and convincing was Dean Huang.

In fact, in terms of calligraphy and painting, Fang Lao and Xu Lao in China are the authorities, but Dean Huang's achievements in calligraphy and painting are not bad, even if they are not as good as the two of them, they are not much worse.

And here, Dean Huang is their authority, especially the "Qingming Riverside Map" is still the treasure of the Forbidden City.

"It's not a fake, it's the real thing!"

Dean Huang didn't speak, but Lin Lang turned around and said slowly, and the eyes of several people were instantly focused on him.

"Yan Song's inscription, Jiaqing's seal is gone, because the one in the Forbidden City collection is a fake that Yan Song got his hands on, and the real thing has been hidden, and it has not really appeared until today!"

Lin Lang said slowly, Bai Ming, Mao Lao's eyes widened, but there was a sense of surprise on their faces.

According to legend, in the third year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty, "Qingming Riverside Map" was passed to Lu Wan, who was the prince Shaobao, the secretary of the military department, and a famous official.

Lu Wanfu liked this painting very much, and even after Lu Wan's death, his wife kept the painting so tightly that she didn't even let her son see it.

Lu Wan's wife had a nephew, and when she knew the existence of this painting, she flattered her and pleaded repeatedly, but Lu Wan's wife finally had no choice but to let him see it in her attic, but he was not allowed to bring pen and ink, let alone tell outsiders.

Madame's nephew was a talented man, and after looking at it a few times, he actually memorized the painting completely.

And I also copied a very similar painting.

Later, Yan Song knew about it, so he tried to get the painting in his hands, according to the rumors of wild history, what Yan Song got at that time should be a real painting, but now, what Yan Song got is still a fake.

It's just that these are wild histories, and it is also said that the paintings were sold by Lu Wan's son for lack of money, and then they were obtained by Yan Song, but no matter what kind of rumors, the paintings have been in Yan Song's hands.

Then Yan Song left an inscription on the painting.

Many people know this rumor, Bai Ming, Mao Lao and they are no exception, if this painting is really the real book as Lin Lang said, then what Yan Song got his hands must be fake.

That would also explain why Yan Song and the inscriptions and seals after him were gone.

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The third update, the time is a little later, but it is finally updated, Xiao Yu is going to sleep, tomorrow Sunday, just take a big sleep.