Ma Tian smiled when he heard this, and said casually: "The people here are all appraisers, what do you want to identify?" ”

"Painting, an ancient painting." The young man hurriedly replied.

When Ma Tian heard this, the corners of his mouth hooked up a little banter, and he said to Zhao Zhuonunu: "New here, this business has arrived at the door, you shouldn't be in a hurry to leave, right?" ”

As soon as they heard Ma Tian's words, the people in the association were also interested, and everyone wanted to see the skills of this airborne member to appreciate paintings.

Tian Jiang saw everyone's demeanor, so he whispered: "Xiao Zhao, this is the time for you to show your strength, don't be underestimated by them, don't worry, I will help you by the side." ”

Zhao Zhuo was about to nod, but the freckled young man saw that Zhao Zhuo was younger than himself, so he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Let's find an older master, this painting of mine has been handed down from my ancestors and has a history of two or three hundred years." ”

Hearing what the freckled young man said, the smile on Ma Tian's face became even stronger, and he said loudly: "Sir, please rest assured, this is the appraiser association, everyone's eyes are poisonous, even if he shows you wrong, can so many of us be wrong?" ”

Everyone nodded, Zhao Zhuo's identification of the wrong thing is small, if it is bad for the reputation of the association, it is big, so as long as he identifies the mistake, everyone will definitely point it out.

Zhao Zhuo glanced at Ma Tian lightly, this guy really knows how to build momentum for himself, but his painting appreciation skills have also improved a lot, plus there is Mo Ling here, how can it be so easy to identify mistakes?

Seeing that everyone was around, the freckled young man reluctantly opened the cardboard box, took out a roll of ancient paintings that had been sealed for a long time, and slowly spread it out.

This is a landscape painting more than half a meter long, entitled "Mountain Rain in Early Spring", which depicts a magnificent scene of the mountains after the rain.

Although only Tian Jiang, Ma Tian and a few other people present are calligraphy and painting appraisers, but other appraisers are also somewhat involved in ancient paintings, a look at this painting, you can feel the ancient rhyme, the brush ink is ancient, the charm is refreshing, just from the style of painting, there are seven or eight percent of ancient paintings.

However, the identification of antiques requires 100% certainty, and if there is any suspicion, there is a possible surname of a fake.

After watching the style of painting, everyone's eyes fell on the blank space of the scroll, this look, all eyes are bright, only to see the painting year and month waved on it, as for the painter, it is actually Wang Shigu.

Wang Shigu is also called Wang Hui, known as the saint of painting in the early Qing Dynasty, the status is quite high, it was once recruited by the Qing Emperor to the capital to preside over the drawing of the two hundred meters long scroll of Kangxi six times in the south of the Yangtze River, a sensation, if this painting is genuine, then the natural value is very high.

However, this ancient painting has an important flaw, that is, it is dilapidated. Obvious cracks climb on the scroll like earthworms, and it seems that if you roll it again, it will break directly.

Seeing such a painting actually broken like this, everyone shook their heads regretfully, even if it is the authentic work of Wang Shigu, its price has been greatly depreciated, it is really a pity.

And it is very difficult to identify such a tattered painting, even Tian Jiang, a second-level calligraphy and painting appraiser, narrowed his eyes into a line, trying to distinguish it.

However, this is difficult to find Zhao Zhuo, who has keen eyesight, and Mo Ling, who is born with spiritual objects, and after a while, Zhao Zhuo is convinced: "This painting is Wang Shigu's real handiwork." ”

Ma Tian's eyes widened, and he didn't see a name, when he heard Zhao Zhuo say this, the corners of his mouth twitched suddenly, and he mocked: "Yo, the newcomer is really capable, how long have you been watching?" You don't even need to take a magnifying glass, you can directly confirm that it is genuine? ”

A 27 or 8-year-old young appraiser next to him also took over the topic, and said with a slight reproach: "Xiao Zhao, you have to have a basis for what you say, if you make a mistake, you will lose the face of our association." Everyone knows that there are a lot of ghostwriters of Wang Shigu's paintings, especially when they are broken like this, I don't think Brother Tian, a level 2 appraiser, has yet to see a conclusion. ”

Saying this, Tian Jiang was embarrassed to refute, and said with a haha: "Since Xiao Zhao said that this is a genuine work, he naturally has his reasons, and it can be regarded as expressing his own opinions." ”

"Of course it's good to have a reason, I'm afraid that he will open his mouth and get an axe." Ma Tian sneered.

Zhao Zhuo was not angry, and said with a slight smile: "Wang Shigu's paintings do have a lot of ghostwriters, and these ghostwriters are all his disciples, with similar painting styles and similar brushwork, so there are indeed some difficulties in distinguishing." However, as long as you start from the subtleties, it is not difficult to distinguish. ”

Ma Tian sneered: "Don't be so vague, how to start with the subtleties, you can explain it to us." ”

Seeing Ma Tian so aggressive, Tian Jiang couldn't help but worry about Zhao Zhuo, and the others were also happy to see the jokes, and they watched with their arms folded one by one.

But seeing Zhao Zhuo unhurriedly pointed to the ancient paintings and said: "Wang Shigu was born in a family of calligraphy and painting, his grandfather and father were famous painters, and he worshipped the famous artists Wang Jian and Wang Shimin as teachers at that time. Looking at this painting of Songshan ink, the pen is calm, and the ink is not stained with dust, as if it is a stroke of genius. And his ghostwriting disciples, although they learned his painting style, but they all have their own shortcomings, and the pen and ink are weak and weak, and their painting skills are very different. ”

After saying this, Zhao Zhuo pointed to the pine, mountain, stone, bamboo, etc. on the painting and explained it in detail, and also mentioned the disciples who ghostwrote for Wang Shigu, which person has which shortcomings, strengths and styles in painting, and even about his life experience, are all detailed, and finally when it comes to the age of painting paper, there is no pause in the identification.

As soon as he talked eloquently, Tian Jiang couldn't help nodding again and again, his eyes were shining, and he gave a thumbs up and praised.

Originally, everyone still had contemptuous eyes, but no one expected that Zhao Zhuo actually had such a deep understanding of Wang Shigu, not only comprehensive but also profound, as if this painting was what he painted when he looked at Wang Shigu.

You must know that if you don't have enough knowledge, it is impossible to speak fluently and every word. Zhao Zhuo was able to say this comment, which almost made everyone mistakenly think that he was a knowledgeable and talented old connoisseur.

When Ma Tian heard it halfway, he was already stunned and couldn't speak, his face was blue and white. Originally, in his opinion, such a dilapidated painting even Tian Jiang had to look at it for a long time, and Zhao Zhuo, a junior appraiser, estimated that he couldn't come up with a word after thinking about it for a long time.

As a result, Zhao Zhuo not only spoke, but also talked endlessly, without leaking. Although Ma Tian wanted to refute it, he couldn't come up with a word when he wanted to break his head.

Seeing everyone's surprised expressions, Mo Ling smiled with satisfaction, Ma Tian dared to challenge her with appraisal knowledge, this is a big knife in front of Guan Gong.

Although the freckled face didn't understand much, it could be seen from the expressions of everyone that this was indeed the real thing, and while breathing a sigh of relief, he asked urgently: "Then how much can this painting sell for?" ”

"Let's ask Brother Tian to help talk about this price." Zhao Zhuo said calmly that unlike Uncle Zhou's teaching of the price of ancient money, he did not have a thorough understanding of the price of other antiques such as ancient paintings.

Tian Jiang said: "This painting is probably Wang Shigu's relatively early work, and the length is not large, if it is not broken, it is estimated that it can be sold for about 600,000 yuan, but this painting is tattered like this, at most it can only be worth about 12 or 30,000 yuan." ”

"12, 30,000?" Freckles was greatly disappointed, but when he heard that it could be sold for 600,000 without being broken, he hurriedly said: "Didn't you say that broken paintings can also be repaired?" ”

"You mean framing, right? Even if you reframe the painting, it won't raise the price. Tian Jiang shook his head and said.

Zhao Zhuo also nodded approvingly, you must know that the calligraphy and painting made on rice paper were originally uneven because of the gelatinous effect of ink, so the ancients thought of framing.

The so-called mounting, that is, using paper or silk fabrics to set it off, make it flat, and then use silk, silk or paper to frame it, install the shaft rod or layout, which is not only beautiful and generous but also easy to collect.

However, as time passes, the paper will always be damaged and faded to varying degrees, so the painting needs to be framed again. However, it is inevitable that the framing will be artificially complemented, and this is already a fraud component in the identification.

Therefore, if the painting is to be sold by museums or collectors, it must not be reframed, and even if it is reframed and sold, the value is greatly reduced.

Freckled Face looked disappointed when he heard this, and sighed sadly: "What should I do, if it weren't for my father's rush to have surgery and ask for money, I wouldn't have sold this ancestral painting." ”

Although Zhao Zhuo has the heart to help others, his family also owes a debt of 3 million, and now he only has less than 200,000 funds on hand, which is really strong and insufficient, after all, for him at present, 130,000 is also a lot of expenses.

Mo Ling seemed to see Zhao Zhuo's thoughts, and grinned: "Big brother, I know a way to restore this painting to its original state without re-mounting. ”

"Really?" Zhao Zhuo was overjoyed.

I only heard Mo Ling tilt his little head and recall: "About three hundred years ago, this piece of ink jade once fell into the hands of a court painter. The painter was originally from a family of traditional Chinese medicine, because he was obsessed with painting, so he became a court painter, he saw that many ancient paintings were dilapidated because of poor storage, and later generations unveiled and reloaded and inevitably recolored, changing the charm of ancient paintings, so he thought about whether there was a way to make ancient paintings can be restored to their original state without unmasking. ”

"And the result?" Zhao Zhuo said curiously.

Mo Lingwan said: "As a result, he really figured out a mysterious formula, which is composed of 24 herbs, and after processing, it can be made into ointment, which can be reborn by simply applying it to ancient paintings, and the cracks will disappear." ”

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