"It turned out to be a calligraphy and painting ......"

Seeing this, the smile on Mr. Li's face became even stronger.

"I knew my dad liked it, so it took me months of pocket money to buy it." The pretty girl said pitifully, her bright eyes flashing, as if she was expecting something.

"Haha, little ghost, I know your thoughts." Mr. Li smiled heartily: "Your birthday next month, if you have anything you like, I will buy it and give it to you as a gift." That's it. ”

"Thank you, Dad!" The delicate girl cheered and jumped and jumped around Mr. Li's neck. Seeing this, the people next to them couldn't help but let out a kind smile.

"Okay, it's already a big girl, don't be so naughty, so as not to make uncles and uncles laugh." Mr. Li smiled, and handed the calligraphy and painting in his hand to the housekeeper next to him, asking him to put it away first.

"Dad, won't you take a look?" The pretty girl smiled: "This is what Li Hao helped me choose, he said it was Tang Bohu's painting, a very precious thing." ”

"Huh?"

Mr. Li glanced at Li Hao, and said with a smile on his face: "It's good to take a look." ”

As the protagonist of the birthday party, Mr. Li is destined to be the focus of everyone's attention, since he wants to see the painting, so whether everyone knows how to appreciate it or not, he must also have fun watching the excitement on the side.

Besides, it doesn't matter if you don't understand, anyway, this is a gift from Mr. Li's baby daughter. No matter how bad it is, if everyone praises it with a clear conscience, Mr. Li will only be happy, and he will definitely not be angry.

It's harder to send charcoal in the snow, but you won't do anything like the icing on the cake. The next group of people turned around Mr. Lee. Watch as he gently spreads the scroll and slowly spreads it out on the table.

At a glance, I saw that the scroll was a painting, a landscape painting. This is a vertical scroll painting, the spring mountains in the distance are stacked with green, and the pine trees on the mountains are rich, and they are vigorous and colorful. A scene of spring and high spirits. Nearby, there is a mountain stream and a small stone bridge, and a man who looks like a scribe stands at the head of the bridge. Looking at the distant mountains, the artistic conception is lofty.

In the lower left corner of the picture, there is also the inscription of Lu Guo Tangsheng. Attached is a bright red Tang Jushi seal. In addition, there are other large and large seals, which are scattered in the blank spaces of the landscape paintings.

After looking at it for a moment, Mr. Li was amazed: "The composition is clear and thorough, the brushwork is delicate, the ink is dripping, and the shades are varied, it is really a good painting." ”

"That's right, it's a good painting."

Hearing this, the people next to him echoed it.

At this time. Wang Guan stood next to Chen Cong, looking at the pictures on the table through the gap, he was not going to express any opinions, but suddenly found that in the midst of everyone's praise, Li Hao unconsciously showed a smug smile. See this. Wang Guan couldn't help but purse the corners of his lips.

At the same time, Li Hao also looked at it as if he had sensed it. Then, when others were not paying attention, he glared at Wang Guan fiercely, and his eyes were full of disgust.

Seeing this, Wang Guan thought about it a little. He whispered, "This painting is not right." ”

"What?"

Others may not have heard it, but Chen Cong next to him heard it very clearly, and couldn't help but look back at Wang Guan and said in a low voice: "Wang Guan, don't talk nonsense." ”

"I'm not talking nonsense." Wang Guan said calmly: "Actually, Mr. Li probably understands it in his heart. You also heard it, he just praised the painting, but he didn't say that this was Tang Bohu's real handiwork. ”

"What's the difference?" Chen Cong was a little confused, he, like many wealthy businessmen and big bosses, knew that antique calligraphy and painting were good things, but he didn't know what was good.

Of course it's different, Tang Bohu's reputation has spread far and wide, and it has reached the point where women and children know it. Whether ancient or modern, everyone knows that his calligraphy and paintings are precious objects, and everyone wants to collect them. Naturally, a large number of fakes were also produced. ”

Wang Guan said casually: "Of course, fakes are also graded. The first is undoubtedly the calligraphy and painting that Tang Bohu found someone to write by himself. After all, at that time, Tang Bohu made a living by selling calligraphy and paintings, and sometimes the business was too prosperous for him to be busy, so he simply asked teachers and friends to help ghostwrite. Although this kind of calligraphy and painting is a fake, the penmanship is similar to Tang Bohu himself, and Tang Bohu's teacher and friend are also famous, and the price of calligraphy and painting is not much different from Tang Bohu's real handiwork, which is also a treasure and has a very collectible value. ”

"The second is a fake imitated by later generations. After Tang Bohu's death, his fame became bigger and bigger, and his admirers spread all over the country, with broad market prospects. Then what follows, of course, are all kinds of fakes. The kind-hearted ones are the works of the literati who entertain themselves; If you are not kind, you will make money by forging Tang Bohu's fake paintings. These two situations also lead to the unevenness of such fakes, with different prices. ”

"The third is a pure fake, that is, a fake made in modern times, which has no value at all."

Wang Guan talked eloquently, and his voice spread intentionally or unintentionally. Originally, it was just Chen Cong who heard it alone, but later all the people next to him heard it. Chen Cong also noticed it immediately, and immediately quietly touched Wang Guan and signaled him to stop talking.

However, Wang Guan seemed to be unaware of it, and continued: "If you look at that painting, there are many problems in it. You must know that Tang Bohu's landscape painting, in his early years, he studied under Shen Zhou, and in his middle age, he mainly learned from Zhou Chen, and Zhou Chen's landscape painting was taught by a famous master of the Southern Song Dynasty. Therefore, under the influence and guidance of his teacher Zhou Chen, Tang Bohu learned the rigorous and majestic style of the Song people's penmanship. After that, he himself integrated the brushwork of various famous artists and gradually formed his own style. ”

But in any case, Tang Bohu's landscape paintings, the style and composition are concise and clear, very rhythmic, with the grace and ethereal of literati paintings, and the beauty of rigidity and softness. However, these characteristics are not reflected in this painting. ”

Wang Guan smiled and analyzed in depth: "Of course, the style or something, it seems to be a little illusory, so let's start with the simplest." If you look closely, you can find that Tang Yin's pen on the picture, as well as the color of the seal, are not in harmony with the brush and ink of the picture next to it, which is very unnatural. ”

"You mean, the painting is fake?"

At this moment, the pretty girl cried out in surprise, but she pierced this layer of pasted window paper.

You know, some things are like the emperor's new clothes, no matter whether everyone really understands or pretends to understand, anyway, as long as there is no child who tells the truth, everyone can pretend to be confused, and they should not hear Wang Guan's words.

However, now that the pretty girl has spoken out, it has embarrassed everyone.

"Yuxian, don't listen to his nonsense, this person doesn't know how to draw at all."

Others just stopped, but Li Hao was very anxious. After all, he helped choose this painting, and if it turns out to be a fake, it will definitely affect his impression in the mind of a delicate girl.

"I don't know how to draw, so what kind of painting should I have. If it was Western oil painting, I definitely didn't know much about it, but I had some research on ancient Chinese painting. ”

At this time, Wang Guanyi pointed out: "On the contrary, I remember someone once said that ancient Chinese paintings are garbage and have no value at all. I think that such a person, with such a mentality, will not be able to buy any good paintings. ”

"You're slandering me......" Li Hao shouted, a look of anger on his face.

At this time, everyone present didn't know that the two young people had grievances. In addition, Li Hao is a little tender after all, those big bosses and rich people, their eyes are very old, and they also noticed the panicked look he tried his best to hide, so they knew that he was lying.

"After all, you're young, and no one has named your name, so you just stand up and shout, it's clear that you're seated...... "Some people shook their heads secretly, were very wise and silent, and chose to wait and see.

"Slander? What have I slandered? ”

Wang Guan shrugged his shoulders and said with a somewhat playful smile: "I'm just judging this painting on the facts, isn't that okay?" If you think I'm wrong, you can also come up with evidence to refute my point. ”

For a moment, Li Hao's face was gloomy, but he didn't know how to refute Wang Guan at all.

Speaking of which, this is also due to Wang Guan, when he was in Jiangu Zhai, he stimulated Li Hao to be annoyed and angry, and finally simply threw up his sleeves and left. Without the help of Niu Ma and the Horse, Li Hao could only go to another antique shop, and on the recommendation of the shopkeeper, he bought this painting that might be a fake.

Of course, it may not only be a fake, it should be said to be a fake.

Because, according to Wang Guan's prompt, Mr. Li found a very hidden square crack in the lower left side of the picture. Obviously, Tang Bohu's pen and seal were cut out from another painting and inlaid on this painting.

Mr. Li is not stupid, on the contrary, he is very shrewd, and he also has a lot of research on calligraphy and painting, of course, he knows that such a situation on the painting means that the painting is very strange.

At the same time, Ms. Lin also whispered a few words in Mr. Li's ear, telling him what had just happened on the second floor.

For a while, Mr. Li was sure that he could not believe Wang Guan, but he believed in Ms. Li, the Empress Dowager of Porcelain. Not to mention anything else, just because Ms. Li doesn't call others, but only asks Wang Guan to help with things, she knows that Wang Guan has a good relationship with her.

However, even though he knew that the painting was wrong, Mr. Li did not react otherwise, but rolled up the painting casually, and then raised his wine glass to signal to the person next to him, and naturally talked and laughed. Not only him, but everyone else too, drinking when it should be drinking, chatting when it should be chatting, as if nothing had happened.

However, there must be a little different, at least from now on, until the end of the dinner, the pretty girl no longer cares about Li Hao, under her leadership, those young people are also unintentionally alienating Li Hao, making him look dead and sad in his heart.

Li Hao hates it very much now, he can't swallow Wang Guansheng alive, but he doesn't have the courage to be presumptuous at Mr. Li's banquet, only keeps looking at Wang Guan and killing......

It's a pity that pure gaze can't kill people, Wang Guan treats him as if he doesn't exist, ignores it, and tastes wine in a comfortable mood.

At the same time, Chen Cong found an opportunity and asked in a low voice, "That kid offended you?" (To be continued)