Yi Chuan carefully looked at the meticulous man in front of him who was wearing a white shirt and his hair was keeping, and his eyes were a little puzzled.

What do you mean by this dude?

When the old man heard the man's words, his eyelids jumped, but he ignored it, raised his head and said to Yi Chuan: "Boy, pay the money!" ”

Yi Chuan was stunned for a moment, but without the slightest hesitation, he handed the money to the old man.

The man saw that Yi Chuan didn't react at all after listening to his persuasion, and continued to jump into the fire pit, his face became ugly, and he said to Yi Chuan with hatred: "At a young age, you don't enter the right path!" I don't know where you got all the money to buy this painting, but I can tell you for sure - your plan has failed! ”

What the?

Yi Chuan's face changed greatly, and when he heard the man say that his plan was going to be ruined, Yi Chuan's first thought was his Internet café plan.

How did he know about his plans? Could it be that this painting is a fake? ――

Seeing Yi Chuan's face change, the man looked with a pride that could not be concealed, smiled coldly, and continued: "If I didn't guess wrong, your family is not rich, and it is not easy for you to get this money, right?" ”

Yi Chuan nodded subconsciously, but he shook his head again when he thought of Bai Jinyan's speed when he lent him money.

The man didn't know what Yi Chuan meant, and thought that he didn't think much of his words, and his tone began to become sarcastic again: "Do you want to gamble on this painting?" ――Tianhe Black Market, Qingyuan Ancient Street are good choices. But do you really think your painting is worth anything? ”

"Don't dream! ――Guys like you who want to make money on the price difference of antiques with a little luck and a little self-righteous knowledge of antique paintings, I have seen not fifty but also a hundred, and none of them ended up well! ”

Gotcha, this guy thinks he's an antique dealer!

Yi Chuan's face became strange, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief. Listen to the man's words with interest.

"The painting of the Bada Shanren - "Spring Bird Picture"?" The man didn't stop, and when he saw the scroll in Yi Chuan's hand, his voice suddenly became more sour: "Boy, do you have any knowledge of ancient paintings?" When did Bada Shanren ever paint such a work? ”

When Yi Chuan heard this, he smiled. Do you know all the works of the Bada Shanren? All the works of the Bada Shanren flowed through you?

"So—can you tell me why the Bada Shanren didn't draw this "Spring Bird Picture"?"

The man stood at the door, talking, and gradually passers-by and the idle shopkeepers next to him also came to watch the excitement.

"Hmph-" After listening to Yi Chuan's question, the man snorted disdainfully, looked proud, and said: "Bada Shanren, formerly known as Zhu Qi, was a master of landscape painting in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. Because of his rough and tragic life and sad heart, his paintings are the best at using the stump composition to express his inner sorrow. And your painting is a corner composition - this is the most commonly used composition of Ma Yuan and Xia Gui in the Southern Song Dynasty, and the copyist of this painting is really a tiger and not an anti-dog! ”

Several onlookers nodded their heads, with a look of sudden realization on their faces. The man seemed to enjoy the feeling of being watched, and paused to continue to show off his knowledge: "In addition, there is a fatal mistake in this painting!" ”

Hearing this, the old man who had been lying on the rattan chair drooped his eyelids and glanced at the man, but still did not speak.

The curiosity in everyone's hearts was provoked by the man, and they waited for the man to continue with a curious face. Only Yi Chuan looked at the man with a smile on his face, not in a hurry, with an expression that you continue and I don't care.

"As everyone knows, the Bada Shanren inherited Shen Zhou, Xu Wei, etc., and the early stage was wild and uninhibited, wanton and arrogant, and the pen and ink were hearty, which was the style of freehand. In the later period, as he grew older, his temperament was much more restrained, and the charm of pen and ink became peaceful. ”

"The person who wanted to copy this painting - no, it should be the creator. Presumably, the creator of this "Spring Bird Picture" does not know much about the life of the Bada Shanren. Looking at the inscription of the painting, it should be the work of the Bada Shanren in his later years, although the author of this painting tried his best to paint the style of the Bada Shanren, but the brush and ink were still too wild, and even the birds and birds in the painting were still white-eyed! ”

Speaking of this, the man shook his head and sneered: "However, how did he know that the painting style of Bada Shanren in his later years has become gentle, and he wins with a far-reaching artistic conception!" ――The creator of this painting is very different from the Bada Shanren, and it just reveals that this is not the true work of the Bada Shanren! ”

The man's words were reasonable, and while everyone felt sorry for Yi Chuan, they also admired the man a little.

After listening to the man's words, Yi Chuan nodded noncommittally, but then shook his head and suddenly smiled.

The man who was enjoying everyone's revered gaze saw Yi Chuan's smile, and was immediately displeased, and sneered: "What are you laughing at?" 5,000 yuan to buy a scrap piece, still laughing? ”

"I laugh at what you said—no!"

"Actually, you can't say it's wrong, but there are a few key points that you said wrong!"

The man's brows furrowed, looking at Yi Chuan's eyes, he suddenly smiled, but the smile was full of mockery: "What I said was wrong?" So what is wrong with what you can tell me? ”

The man's last words were almost said coldly, and there was undisguised disdain in his eyes when he looked at Yi Chuan.

And the old man who heard Yi Chuan's rebuttal suddenly changed his original indifference, and his old face showed a touch of eccentricity, looking at Yi Chuan, who was too calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After listening to Yi Chuan's words, everyone looked at him like a fool, and laughed and said, "The kid was stupid by the blow, right?" 5,000 yuan to buy a fake, tsk-"

"Mao hasn't grown up, what can I know, according to my understanding of the Bada Shanren, I can't be wrong, this painting is a fake!" An old man with glasses made up his mind.

"Old man Wu has made another profit!" This is the owner of the shop who didn't take Yi Chuan seriously just now, who knew that a teenager dressed in ordinary clothes would be so generous? Now they have repented of their intestines, a fake of the Bada Mountain People, let alone 5,000, even if it is sold for 500, it can make a lot of money!

Yi Chuan ignored everyone, sorted out the content in his mind, and said lightly: "You have two mistakes - it's true that Bada Shanren is good at stump composition, but just now you also said that this is the work of Bada Shanren in his later years. Although the painting seems to be a corner composition, there are still traces of residual corners. ”

"This painting, from the mountains to the water, spreads to the end, its color is faint and distant, and there is no edge to see from afar, it is the stump! This is also the result of the breakthrough style of the Bada Shanren in his later years——"

Everyone's eyes looked suspiciously at the place of Yi Chuan's fingers, and after a closer look, their faces instantly became wonderful.

What this kid said is actually true!

Could it be that this kid is a master? Is he pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? Everyone looked at Yi Chuan with an indifferent look, their faces shocked and their eyes became puzzled.

The old man with glasses who had just concluded that it was a fake suddenly began to drum in his heart.

Second, although the mood of the Bada Shanren tends to be peaceful in their later years, how can the painting habits that a person develop throughout his life completely change? -- The so-called country is easy to change, but its nature is difficult to change. Although this painting of the Bada Shanren tries its best to be restrained, the wanton arrogance in its bones still exists, so this painting seems to be elegant and has a cold arrogance in its skeleton! ”

"Third," Yi Chuan glanced lightly at the man whose face became more and more ugly, and continued, "This is also the most important point. You noticed the date of payment, but you didn't dig deeper. This time is the transition period of the Bada Shanren style, so this painting has both the style of the Bada Shanren in his early years and the style of his later years, don't you know? ”

The man's face slowly turned red and white, and then he said with some annoyance: "Ridiculous! -- I have never heard of the so-called "Spring Bird Picture" painted by the Bada Shanren, so could I not recognize the true works of the Bada Shanren by the director of the Tianhe Painters Association? ”

After listening to Yi Chuan's words, there were already some people who believed that this was a genuine work, and at this time, after hearing the man say that he was the director of the Painters Association, they all looked sideways, after all, the signboard of the Painters Association was big enough.

Yi Chuan looked at the man with some unhappiness, he didn't have any contradiction with him, but he just couldn't stand his pretending to be forced.

If only he could talk to himself well, but as soon as he appeared, he took a breath of Lao Tzu being the best in the world, and everyone was scum, and only the words of the uncle were the appearance of the truth - this made the hot-tempered Yi Chuan unbearable at all!

That's why Yi Chuan couldn't help but tear down his stage, as for what painters' association - what the hell is that? Yi Chuan doesn't care.

"Oh? So you, a director of the Painters' Association, still know astronomy and geography, and know everything? ――”

Before the man could speak, the old man who had been lying behind the door suddenly got up and asked the man, "Since you are so powerful, how can you still buy a fake from the old man?" ”

"It doesn't matter if you suffer a loss, what matters is that you can't afford to lose money! ――”

"Besides, old man, I do business with my door open, and everyone knows my rules. You luckily found a broken old Qi calligraphy painting from me, and you have already made a lot of money, do you still want to ask for another authentic painting to go back? How can I live that old man? ”

Get! I understand it all - it turns out that the man is addicted to Taobao, but he buys a fake, and he is unhappy!

When everyone, including Yi Chuan, looked at the man again, there was more contempt in their eyes - it was really a lack of people's hearts!

The man's face instantly turned the color of pig liver, and he said to the old man: "It's just a few thousand yuan, why can't I afford to lose?" ”

"It's you, you look fake, is there anything real in your store besides that fragment? It's all a lie, and you dare to bid such a high price, it's obvious that you're cheating! I just can't get used to you! ”

"I dare say that this so-called "Spring Bird Picture" you sold to this kid must be a fake! Hum! ”

The man's tone was very determined.

"Young man, don't talk too much! ――This "Spring Bird Picture" is indeed the authentic work of the Bada Shanren! ”

At this moment, the voice of an old man full of energy came from behind the crowd, and Yi Chuan, who heard this voice, suddenly frowned, and immediately stretched out, and his eyes became brighter and brighter!