Seeing Wang Xiaoxian's willow eyebrows frowning, Ye Qian pouted and smiled: "Don't be excited, uncle, I'm just joking." ”

After speaking, Ye Qian pointed to the handwriting on the calligraphy and painting with a serious face: "You look at this handwriting carefully, do you feel vigorous and powerful?" ”

"What's wrong with that?"

Wang Xiaoxian has already read it carefully: "Tang Yin is a generation of famous calligraphers, although his calligraphy attainments are not as good as painting, but it is still rare." The calligraphy of everyone's characters is naturally vigorous and powerful. There is charm and aura between the words, and it is done in one go, which is a book for the heart. There are no problems with these aspects. ”

"No, no, no."

Ye Qian shook his head: "Calligraphy, it really pays attention to spirit, word rhyme, aura and heart calligraphy, it is all one, and everyone is it." When Tang Bohu was young, it was true. If this calligraphy and painting is Tang Bohu's work when he was young, I am afraid it is enough to confuse the real with the fake. But alas, this is the work of his later years. ”

"Why do you say that?"

Wang Xiaoxian became more and more puzzled.

Rob said in a deep voice: "Miss, I think this disciple is obviously playing tricks, and the purpose is nothing more than to get close to you, Miss." ”

Wang Xiaoxian also has doubts in this regard, after all, as a school flower, there are countless boys who pursue her in the school, and there are many ways to talk to her. It's just that a woman's curiosity kills the cat, and the interest that is hooked up will naturally not be easily extinguished.

So Wang Xiaoxian still said: "Don't worry, Rob, and listen to what he says." ”

"Boy, editor, you continue to make up." The boss who sells paintings looks down on Ye Qian.

Ye Qian showed a confident smile on his face and glanced at the boss: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you." ”

"You should know that Tang Bohu was depressed in his later years, frail and sickly, and few works came out. Calligraphy lies in cultivating the heart, let me ask Tang Bohu in his later years, how can he write such vigorous and powerful words? ”

Wang Xiaoxian looked thoughtful: "There is some truth in saying it, I am fortunate to have seen a true painting of Tang Bohu in his later years, which is indeed not as vigorous and powerful as this." The sharpness revealed in the handwriting of this calligraphy and painting can be compared with Tang Bohu's works in his youth. ”

Rob's brows couldn't help frowning.

"Rob, what do you think?" Wang Xiaoxian asked.

"This-"

Rob's face was a little solemn: "I can't judge. ”

"It's a bunch of nonsense, a bunch of nonsense."

The boss was angry: "Why can't Tang Bohu have vigorous and powerful works in his later years?" Based on this, you dare to conclude that my calligraphy and painting are fake, what kind of grudge do I have with you? ”

After speaking, the boss looked at Wang Xiaoxian: "Miss Wang, you personally promised to accept this calligraphy and painting, and you have also seen it, I dare to guarantee that it is absolutely genuine." If Miss Wang has to listen to this kid's nonsense, then your Lingyuxuan's reputation is probably nothing more than that! What do you say about this, Miss Wang? ”

Wang Xiaoxian frowned slightly, this matter is not big, it is not small, it involves credibility, and it must be dealt with carefully.

To be honest, Wang Xiaoxian didn't dare to be 100% sure that this painting was a fake. If she didn't agree, then it would be fine, but the problem is that she had promised it herself just now, if she regretted it now, then she would spread it, I was afraid that it would smash Lingyuxuan's signboard, and then it would be a loss.

Wang Xiaoxian looked at Rob, who nodded heavily, indicating that he could accept it.

Wang Xiaoxian gritted his teeth and was about to agree, but Ye Qian spoke again: "Actually, I'm sure that this painting is a fake, because I have seen the real thing." ”

"What? Have you ever seen the real thing? ”

Wang Xiaoxian and the middle-aged boss asked in unison.

After the middle-aged boss was a little surprised, he sneered: "Hmph, boy, you finally can't make it up, right?" Have you ever seen the real thing? Oh, why don't you say that you have seen the real work of "Orchid Pavilion Preface"? ”

A hairy boy in ordinary clothes doesn't look like an expert at playing antiques.

"I've seen this." Ye Qian said calmly.

"Blow, blow hard, you don't have to pay taxes anyway." The middle-aged boss scoffed at this, and even Wang Xiaoxian looked at Ye Qian with suspicion.

The representative work of the grass sage Wang Xizhi "Orchid Pavilion Preface" is known as the first book in the world and is a priceless treasure. It's a pity that the original works have not been handed down.

Several of the so-called authentic paintings on the market have actually been proven to be copies.

There is no authentic work of "Orchid Pavilion Preface", which can be described as a big regret in the antique world.

"Boy, if you say you've seen it, you will come out with real evidence, and if you can't show it, you will be a liar."

The middle-aged boss said with a playful face: "Hmph, today's young people don't learn well, and they come to everything to swagger, it's just a world trend." ”

"What if I can get it?" Ye Qian was a little unhappy.

"If you can take it, I'll give it to you." The middle-aged boss looked confident.

The corners of Ye Qian's mouth raised an evil smile: "Although it is useless, but if you insist on giving it to me, I will avoid embarrassment and accept it." Although this is a fake, it is also an antique, and two or three hundred thousand can still be sold. ”

"Don't rejoice too soon, boy, what about the evidence?" The middle-aged boss stretched out his hand.

Ye Qian pursed his lips, took out his mobile phone, flipped it a few times, and put the mobile phone in front of the three of them: "Oh, this is the real thing." ”

Ye Gan's mobile phone shows a photo, and a calligraphy and painting is indeed taken on the photo, just like the middle-aged boss's one, the middle-aged boss can't help but "chuckle" in his heart, thinking that he won't be so unlucky, right?

Wang Xiaoxian snatched the phone, enlarged it and looked at it carefully, and then handed it to Rob to look at, and then said: "Although I just look at the photos of the mobile phone, this handwriting is indeed the same as the works of Tang Yin in his later years that I have seen before, the pen is weak, not vigorous...... Rob, what do you think? ”

Luo Fu frowned and shook his head: "It's just that the photos are not easy to identify, if you can see the calligraphy and painting with your own eyes, you can make a judgment." ”

"That means there's no way to tell if it's open or fake?"

"Yes!"

The middle-aged boss sneered: "Laughing to death, kid, you can't produce evidence at all, just a photo will take you as evidence?" Have the ability to bring out the real thing. ”

"I can't do that, it's not mine." Ye Qian shook his head.

"You're just talking nonsense."

"Nonsense? Hehe, in fact, it is very simple to identify the authenticity of this calligraphy and painting, you only need to take it to the cultural relics appraisal center to identify the exact year of this paper. In my estimation, the paper should be only about four hundred and fifty years old. Ye Qian squinted and smiled at the middle-aged boss, as if he had a special magic: "Do you dare to go with me?" ”

"What would I not dare, but why should I listen to you?"

"That means you're weak-hearted."

"Fart, it's really bad luck today. Hmph, I don't have time to talk to you. ”

The middle-aged boss was furious and turned to Wang Xiaoxian: "Miss Wang, it seems that your Lingyuxuan is nothing more than that, since you have no vision, then I will go to Zangyuxuan, I believe they will give a good price." It's just that you have a bad reputation. ”

After speaking, the middle-aged boss shook his hand, put away the calligraphy and paintings, and left indignantly.

Ye Qian wanted to stop the other party, but after thinking about it, he still forgot it.