"Are you all right?"

Lin Yuan sneered: "People's genuine works have been auctioned, do you still need to look at this kind of thing?" ”

"What if the Guanyin treasure pictures auctioned in Hong Kong and the United Kingdom are all real?"

Chen Fan said.

"Brother! If you don't know calligraphy and painting, don't talk nonsense and make people laugh. ”

Lin Yuan had a bitter expression and said, "We are relatives, I just told you this kind of thing, and whoever cares about you from outsiders will see your jokes." ”

"Oh! Thank you, second brother, for teaching. ”

Chen Fan sneered and said, "I remember." ”

"Good!"

Lin Yuan smiled.

"It's another eye-catcher!"

Lin Zhengyuan gloated: "I'll just say, don't engage in antique calligraphy and painting, you don't have much money, you don't have any eyesight, and the money will run out sooner or later." ”

"Dad, Uncle Lin is right, you listen to it more."

Chen Fan said with a smile.

The old man grabbed his head, looking depressed, and he was simply loveless.

Where can you hear the irony?

"By the way, Limber sold my dad a pair of words."

Chen Fan took out the notebook and said; "Second brother, take a look, is it genuine? This thing belongs to Limber, so you don't need to take the money from the palm of your hand, right? ”

"No, no."

Lin Yuan's eyes dodged, and he said, "This word is genuine!" ”

"How could I sell it to my brother?"

Lin Zhengyuan said coldly: "You look down on me too much, right?" ”

In words, extremely dissatisfied.

"Is this true? Impossible, right? ”

A Tibetan friend questioned.

"Fake, right? The paper is obviously fake, huh? ”

Another Tibetan friend also questioned.

"I don't think it's true."

Tibetan friends have questioned it.

There's no way, this calligraphy is too fake.

"What do you know?"

Lin Zhengyuan hurriedly said: "My son is an expert and a senior member of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, he said it is true, it is true." ”

"Everyone, we are relatives, we can't cheat our own relatives, right?"

Lin Yuan spread his hands.

"Don't worry, I believe that Second Brother Lin will not harm his relatives."

Chen Fan said with a smile: "However, since everyone doesn't agree on the same opinion, let's wait for Bao Lao to come." Bao Lao, after all, he is an authority on calligraphy and painting! ”

"That's right! Bao Lao is professional, let's wait for Bao Lao. ”

"That's it! Wait for Bao Lao. ”

Everyone said.

Bao Lao, they are still extremely trusted.

"Third uncle, second brother, I believe you won't deceive people, let alone your relatives."

"What that kind of wolf-hearted beast does, our Lin family will definitely not be able to do it."

"Don't worry about it, wait for Bao Lao, it's not a suspicion, but to block the mouth of Youyou."

Chen Fan said with a smile.

The father and son of the Lin family laughed embarrassedly.

"Sue the crime, sue the crime, there is a traffic jam on the road."

Bao Lao smiled and arched his hand.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.

Bao Lao is dressed in a red Tang suit, with a goatee and a smile on his eyebrows, giving people a particularly close feeling.

"Lao Lin, I heard that you have bought something good? Show me? ”

Bao Lao smiled, "Wait! I can't give you a slap in vain, the old rules, good tea brewing, waiting. ”

"Bao Lao, the tea will be brewed for you early."

Chen Fan poured tea with a smile.

The old man is discouraged, and he has no heart to brew tea.

"The tea is fragrant, good! Your kid is good at making tea. ”

Bao Lao took a sip.

"It's tea."

Chen Fan poured another cup and said, "Old Bao, look at this calligraphy." ”

As he spoke, he handed over the notebook that Lin Zhengyuan sold to his father-in-law.

Bao Lao glanced at it and frowned.

Then, take out a magnifying glass and take a closer look.

Finally, I touched the material again, and even lowered my head to smell the ink.

"This painting is fake."

Bao Lao concluded, "How much did you buy it?" ”

"Tens of thousands!"

Chen Fan replied.

"It's really lacking in morality, this kind of thing that costs hundreds of dollars sells for tens of thousands of dollars, this kind of person can't die well."

Bao Lao is a man of temperament, and he scolded when he opened his mouth, "Lao Lin, who sold you?" Walk! I'll take you to smash his shop! ”

Bao Lao, in the calligraphy and painting circle, has a very high prestige, and he can really do things to smash the store.

"Bao Lao, you can't speak so ugly, how can this script be fake?"

Lin Yuan's face was ugly, and he said.

"How come this painting isn't fake? The paper is industrial paper, with a strong sense of assembly line industry in terms of thickness, texture, and taste. ”

"The ancients would have written on this kind of paper?"

"Besides, this word, ugly to death, the pen and ink are uneven, only a little better than the printed version, you tell me is true?"

Bao Lao opened his mouth and scolded.

Lin Yuan was speechless.

This time he met a professional, and he couldn't resist it.

"Xiaofan, who is this person? I haven't seen it, but I'm alive. ”

Bao Lao asked.

"Lin family relative, he bought this calligraphy for my father."

Chen Fan said.

"It's really not a thing, and your relatives are pitted too?"

Bao Lao scolded.

He has been in the calligraphy and painting industry for many years, and he hates selling fake calligraphy and painting the most.

Moreover, this kind of killing relatives is too bad.

"Elder Bao, I respect you as a senior, you can't talk nonsense."

Lin Zhengyuan was not convinced, and said: "Why is this calligraphy fake?" My son is a senior member of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, can what he verified be fake? ”

"You're still raising the bar with me, aren't you?"

Bao Lao snorted coldly: "In that case, how much did you sell this painting to Lao Lin?" Fifty thousand, right? 30,000 yuan, I'll sell it to you again, do you want it? ”

"You..."

Lin Zhengyuan was suddenly deflated.

This painting costs a few hundred yuan, let him buy it for 30,000 yuan, he will definitely not buy it.

"Don't buy? Do you buy it for 20,000? I'll make the decision for Lao Lin, and sell you for 10,000, right? ”

Bao Lao said coldly: "Don't buy it, right?" ”

"You... You're unreasonable. ”

Lin Zhengyuan lacks confidence.

"Reasonable? Reasoning is fake, reasoning you are a bastard. ”

Bao Lao scolded: "Is your son a senior member? Let me tell you, your son will never be a senior member of the Calligraphy and Painting Association again! Never hired. ”

"Huh! You're such a cow, what are you to depose my son? ”

Lin Zhengyuan was not convinced.

"Lao Tzu is the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association."

Bao Lao crossed his waist, like a spicy woman arguing on the street.

"Isn't it?"

Lin Zhengyuan cried with a sad face.

"You're the president? I don't believe it, why haven't I seen it? ”

Lin Yuan shouted.

He was also terrified.

"Just took office."

Bao Lao snorted and said, "Boy, it's unlucky!" The new official takes office with three fires, and I will burn you first! ”

"Bao Lao! You don't..."

Lin Yuan cried with a sad face.

A senior member of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, in fact, he has no salary.

However, this name is there, that is authority, and the cost of a year's palm is a lot of income.

"It's no use begging for mercy."

Bao Lao snorted arrogantly.

"Xiaoyuan, don't ask him, isn't it the Calligraphy and Painting Association?"

Lin Zhengyuan snorted coldly.

"Dad! You... Ay! ”

Lin Yuan sighed.

Helpless.

"It's okay, our family is not unlucky, it's far worse than your uncle."

Lin Zhengyuan gloated.

Relatives have always been the most important object of comparison.

Laugh at you, hate you.

It will always be the so-called relatives who are jealous and make things difficult for you.

"Two fake paintings, your uncle's family background in the past few years, it is estimated that all of them will be lost."

Lin Zhengyuan sneered.

"There's no way, no eyesight, you can only lose money, society is so cruel."

Lin Yuan also smiled.

The bad luck of others, especially his relatives, made him feel a lot better.

"Bao Lao, this painting, what are you palming?"

Chen Fan spread out the picture of Guanyin.

As soon as the picture unfolded, Bao Lao's eyes immediately widened, and the teacup was put down suddenly.

"This painting is kind of interesting."

Bao Lao took a magnifying glass and looked at it very seriously.

"Bao Lao, don't look at it, the real work of this painting has been auctioned in the UK, and there is a copy of it, which was also bought in Hong Kong."

Lin Yuan smiled: "So, this thing must be fake." ”

"You know bullshit, the British one is the real one, and so is the Hong Kong one."

Bao Lao scolded: "I was at the scene at the time. ”

"How can there be two authentic paintings? No way! ”

Lin Yuan shouted.

"I don't think it's possible, but the authoritative certification of others is true."

Bao Lao looked at the painting carefully and said, "I haven't figured out what is going on." ”

Hearing this, Lin Yuan was speechless.

This touches on the blind spot of his knowledge.

"This painting looks like the real thing."

Bao Lao frowned and said: "Paper, although it is a little thin, is indeed a papermaking process in the late Qing Dynasty. ”

"Ink, too, is an old object!"

"There is no problem with the penmanship."

"It's just that the pen is a little light."

"Difficult!"

"I really can't make up my mind about this calligraphy and painting."

Bao Lao wiped the magnifying glass, ready to continue looking.

"Bao Lao, I have some ideas, can you listen to them?"

Chen Fan said with a smile.

"Speak."

Bao Lao nodded.

Chen Fan said: "The painting in Hong Kong is real; The British one, too; And this one, too! Moreover, it is the most real pair. ”

When everyone heard this, they were stunned.

The most real one?

In the world of calligraphy and painting, there has never been such a statement!