At this moment, Wang Guan talked eloquently, he is not alone, he has been possessed by Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian, Xu Beihong and other masters of Chinese painting, so he has such insight.

However, no matter how much Wang Guan said, it couldn't dispel the suspicions of others.

After all, this matter itself is a bit mysterious. You must know that every painter treats his works as if he were his own child, carefully cared for, and does not allow others to interfere. Moreover, the painter himself has such professional habits and professional qualities, and knowing such taboos, it is impossible for him to take the initiative to repaint other people's paintings.

Therefore, everyone thinks that this is unlikely. Even, some people have begun to reprimand Wang Guan for being whimsical. However, more people looked at Ren Lao and wanted to know his attitude.

"Chapter 145 Su Dongpo, the presentation is good, so ......" Unexpectedly, at this time, Ren Lao suddenly smiled, and said with a relieved expression: "In addition, what else did you see?" ”

The meaning of letting the old man say this is obviously acquiescing in Wang Guan's judgment.

"That's true."

"I didn't expect that."

In an instant, everyone was surprised, but also seemed to have an uproar* and an uproar.

"Haha, Wang Guan, I knew that you could do it."

At this time, Yu Feibai laughed, patted Wang Guan on the shoulder, and exclaimed: "That's it, keep talking, let them know who doesn't understand." ”

Hearing this, many people retreated slightly, their faces full of embarrassment.

However, compared with Yu Feibai's unforgiving attitude, Wang Guan's attitude is much more modest. He didn't take Yu Fei's vernacular stubble, but answered Ren Lao's question.

"The brushwork of the picture is exquisite, the lotus shrimp grass, the movement and stillness are appropriate, and the fun is full of fun, which is obviously the master's handwriting."

After praising two sentences, Wang Guan turned his words, and suddenly pointed at Yu Feibai and smiled: "Actually, my friend guessed right." This should be the painting of Old Man Shiraishi, as for the other master who collaborated with Old Man Shiraishi to paint. I think there should be no one else except Mr. Daqian. ”

"Chapter 145 Su Dongpo, what is the expression of affection!"

The crowd was completely stunned.

If Wang Guan's judgment just now was to cause an uproar*, then now it can be said that a depth charge has been dropped, which shocked everyone in the hall and stunned them.

At the right time, Lian Ren Lao was also taken aback and said strangely: "How do you know?" ”

Then, Ren Lao seemed to think of something again, and hurriedly asked, "Who did you learn painting from?" ”

"Learn to draw?"

Wang Guan was stunned for a moment, and said inexplicably: "I'm not a painter, what to do when I learn to paint." ”

"You're not a painter?"

At this moment, not only Ren Lao was stunned, but even the people next to him looked incredulous.

At the same time, Wang Guan realized that Ren Lao must have misunderstood something, and said with a smile: "I didn't learn to paint, but to play antique collection." ”

"Antique collection?" Ren Lao frowned.

Obviously, he regarded Wang Guan as the successor of Dafengtang, so he knew that this painting was a joint work of Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian. However, I didn't expect that Wang Guan was not a painter, but a person in the antique collecting business.

However, after thinking about it carefully, Ren Lao was relieved.

After all, people in the collecting circle are known for their superb eyesight.

In particular, those connoisseurs are known for their sharp eyes and eyes like torches. It can be seen that the brushwork of the drawings is not in the same style, and it is not a big deal.

It's just that thinking of Wang Guan being so young, but his eyesight is so old and spicy, it is somewhat surprising, and he sighs that the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and a generation of newcomers is better than the old.

However, Ren Lao is very confident, no matter how good Wang Guan's eyesight is, he can't see the biggest mystery in the picture.

Thinking of this, Ren Lao suddenly smiled and said, "Young man, your name is Wang Guan, right?" I didn't expect you to be a collector, no wonder you have excellent eyesight. ”

"I'm still learning, I'm just getting started, and I'm not a collector." Wang Guan smiled, very low-key.

"Humble."

Ren Lao shook his head, walked to the front of the stage, his fingers gently brushed over the pictures on the table, and sighed: "Actually, whether it is a painter or a collector, it is a test of a person's ability to appreciate. If you can't even tell if the painting is good or bad. Then the painter's painting skills will definitely be difficult to achieve. Moreover, collectors never have to expect to receive something good. ”

"Ren Lao is right, he doesn't know how to pretend to understand anything, it's the most annoying." Yu Feibai agreed, and with a sneering gaze, the crowd next to him came back to sweep.

Suddenly, many people were so ashamed that they couldn't raise their heads.

Ren Laoquan didn't see it, beckoned Wang Guan to come over, and said with a smile: "You haven't said it yet, how did you see it, this is a picture completed by Mr. Daqian and Mr. Baishi, the two of them worked together." ”

"Guess." Wang Guan said with a smile.

"You're not being honest." Ren Lao shook his head and said unhappily: "If your eyesight is insufficient, you can't see the difference between the styles of Helian and Xiao Shrimp, how can you guess it." ”

"Hehe, it's everyone's work." Of course, Wang Guan would not reveal the secret of heaven, and continued to smile: "My friend said that this is a painting by the old man Baishi, but the people below said that it must be a picture of Mr. Daqian. So, I simply put it all together and guessed that the two of them were working together. ”

"What......"

"It's really fake, he guessed it right like this."

"Eh, you really believe it, didn't you hear it, are people ridiculing?"

Hearing Wang Guan's words, a group of people were confused and half-convinced.

At the same time, Ren Lao was also a little uncertain, groaned, and according to the plan, tentatively said: "Wang Guan, your friend just said that this is Mr. Baishi's shrimp picture, didn't I refute him for being too arbitrary?" Do you suspect me of lying? ”

When everyone heard this, they were even more inexplicable and completely confused.

Since, Ren Lao has admitted that this painting is a joint work of Zhang Daqian and Qi Baishi. So, when he refuted Yu Feibai's words, he must be lying and covering up people's eyes, what else is there to doubt?

didn't think about it, but when he heard this, Wang Guan not only didn't care, but nodded and said: "Ren Lao is highly respected, how can he lie." Since I said it, this is not the shrimp picture of the old man Shiraishi, then it is definitely not. ”

"Wang Guan, what do you mean by that?" Yu Feibai is also confused and confused now.

At this time, Ren Lao, who was next to him, suddenly glanced at Wang Guan with a thoughtful face. It was at this time that Wang Guan chuckled and said, "It means, who stipulates that the old man Baishi must draw shrimp?" ”

The fluttering words were like a nuclear bomb dropped in, making the controversy in the hall fall silent in an instant.

"Pap, papa......"

In the silence, Ren Lao couldn't help but high-five, his face was full of amazement, and he said in disbelief: "Young man, I'm very curious now, what is the reason for you to make this wonderful judgment. ”

You must know that this painting, as well as the things behind the picture, belong to the secret that very few people know. In particular, as time flies, some insiders have passed away.

Until now, there should be only a handful of people who know and know about this matter. Moreover, because this matter is somewhat face-saving for Zhang Daqian. Therefore, as Zhang Daqian's disciples, many insiders have chosen to keep secrets and will not leak them out at will.

Even, even the old disciples who entered the house, the disciples who closed the door, and the like, did not know the specific process of this matter. I just know that this picture is a joint painting by Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian.

"It's true."

At this moment, the people below couldn't sit still anymore, and stood up one after another, surrounding the rostrum.

Originally, when I heard that the pictures on the table were jointly created by Zhang Daqian and Qi Baishi, everyone's minds had begun to be restless. Now, I learned that this may be the work of the two masters, so I naturally can't hold it back.

Reverse string is a noun for drama. The original meaning is that on the theatrical stage, a man plays a woman, or a woman plays a man. For example, Mr. Mei Lanfang, a famous opera artist, and Meng Xiaodong, known as the Winter Emperor, are good examples.

The reverse string in the painting means that Qi Baishi painted the lotus flowers that Zhang Daqian was good at, and Zhang Daqian painted the shrimp that Qi Baishi was good at, which together formed a work.

If, that's true. Then, the value of this painting is even more difficult to measure.

At the same time, I saw a surging crowd. A few people nearby, possibly bodyguards, hurriedly set up a cordon next to the table where the pictures were placed, and struggled to block the swarming flow of people outside.

"Don't move, pay attention to maintaining order......"

At this time, the organizer was also taken aback, hurriedly picked up the megaphone, and loudly appeased.

Gradually, everyone calmed down. However, a pair of burning eyes stared at the picture on the countertop. The heat in it seems to be able to burn the picture.

"Ren Lao, don't hide it now. Tell us what the hell is going on with this painting. ”

"That's right, we're sitting underneath, and we're going to suffocate."

"Please let me guide you."

At the right time, many people began to urge, eager to know the answer from Ren Lao's mouth.

The crowd was full of emotion, and Ren Lao was not good at asking Wang Guan again, so he gently stretched out his hand and pressed slightly, and waited until everyone quieted down a little, then sighed a little, touched the pictures on the table, and said softly: "This matter should start after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War." In order to celebrate this hard-won victory, Mr. Xu Beihong and his wife Liao Jingwen hosted a banquet at their home to entertain two honorary professors of the Peking Art School. That is, Mr. Ochito and Mr. Shiraishi. ”

Mr. Xu Beihong's wife, Liao Jingwen, cooked the food herself, and the food was very palatable. After the meal, Mr. Xu Beihong proposed to invite Mr. Daqian and Mr. Shiraishi to collaborate on a painting, but to reverse the string. ”

Ren Lao recalled: "However, in the process of painting, Mr. Shiraishi quickly painted the lotus leaf lotus. When it was Mr. Daqian's turn to draw shrimp, Mr. Shiraishi quietly pulled his sleeve......"

Speaking of this, Ren Lao paused and asked, "Do you know why?" ”！！！