Cohabitation Scene Thirty-two:

The market for antiques is becoming more and more prosperous, and it is also hitting our self-confidence more and more, a small inkstone, just because it was a celebrity in ancient times, is priceless, a word, a painting, just because it was praised by an emperor, the price made me smack my tongue for many months. Sometimes I think how good it would be to be an antique, even if it is a small corner of a famous painting, every day I stay in the greenhouse, worshiped and admired by future generations, every time they look at me, they are trembling, walking on thin ice, because the price is too amazing, a corner can let them buy a villa in the capital, and be neighbors with modern celebrities.

However, with the prosperity of the antique market, the counterfeit market has also prospered, it is like a brother, although they look the same, but one is genuine, one is a fake, one is the only son who can inherit the wealth of the Wanguan family, the other is the illegitimate son who is vainly trying to usurp the throne, one is bright and bright, everyone is sought after, one is sneaky, everyone shouts and beats...... However, it is precisely because of the prosperity of counterfeiting that a large number of antique connoisseurs have been born, who often call a certain expert, a certain scholar, and a lot of titles in the back, and it is very bluffing to name one, and they are loved and hated as collectors. Love is to show that the antique is real, and with the blessing of their mouths, the price is rising. Hate because, that antique is fake, as soon as they prove it, they smashed it, who do they hate?

Among the many connoisseurs, there are good and bad, some are loyal to their conscience, some are loyal to money, some are loyal to knowledge, some are loyal to their wives, well, wives are collectors...... Among them, the most famous one is a tenured professor of a certain university, knowledgeable, peach and plum all over the world, the status is extremely high, listen to some people, he said a word, worthy of a hundred professor-level connoisseurs to do the appraisal, can be described as priceless, all the antiques he has identified, no one dares to overturn...... Whoever is idle has nothing to do to overthrow him, why is he not full of food......

However, some people did not believe in evil and openly shouted on TV, saying that several of the calligraphy and paintings of the Song people he identified were fakes and were imitated by someone in the Ming Dynasty.

When the media saw that someone questioned the old professor, they immediately exploded, this is big news, bigger news than people biting dogs, they have come to the door with long guns and short guns, blocking the old professor's surroundings, causing the surrounding police stations to send out police three times a day.

The old professor obeyed public opinion, gave an interview, and had a debate with the man on television. On the day of the debate, I listened while mopping the floor, and it sounded wrong. I saw the old professor calm and relaxed, dressed in Tang costume, from ancient times to the civilization of the Song Dynasty, from the evolution of calligraphy and painting to human conduct, from the culture of the Song people to the change of the catering industry, from the ...... Anyway, after the old professor finished speaking, the audience was silent, everyone was deeply impressed by the old professor's eloquence and physical fitness, and said for three hours in one breath, and those who did not drink water toilets in the middle had to take it.

On the other hand, the person who questioned it, picked and shrunk, tilted his head three times when he said a word, and couldn't wait to wrap his whole body in a cotton jacket, otherwise he couldn't stop shaking, his hands and feet trembled, and his whole body trembled, and the audience in front of the shaking TV couldn't help but check their TV, is there something wrong with the TV, why does the picture keep shaking? In the end, there was no suspense, the old professor relied on his extraordinary persistence to defend his signboard, so that everyone respected him, because he generously took a photo with the man, and said that young people, it is good to have a spirit of doubt, but suspicion should have a basis, not blind doubt......

The young man was about to cry, and said, "I have a basis, my grandfather ......," and the professor interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and said righteously: "As long as this painting proves to be a fake, I am willing to buy it with all my might, and from then on retire from the rivers and lakes, and never again appraise any antique calligraphy and paintings." This oath caused thunderous applause below, and even more made me straighten up and look at the price of the painting seriously, obediently, eight figures, it was enough applause.

At this time, Jack passed in front of the TV, glanced back at the TV, and happened to see the eight-digit painting, and hummed very carelessly: "Fakes can still be sold at this price, and sure enough, the standard of living in our country has generally improved." I looked at him in disbelief, and then at the painting, and before I could ask anything, Jack said himself: "This painting was imitated by a scholar in the Ming Dynasty, and it deceived several collectors of the East Factory at that time, and was finally reported, so that the eunuchs of the East Factory were late, and that miserable, I didn't squeeze into it at that time, it can be said that it was a sea of people, and the sound was shocking......"

I interrupted his description and asked, "You said that this painting is a fake, what evidence do you have?" Before he could answer, Lao Sun came over and chatted with me while gnawing on chicken paws: "Qin Xiaomei, when did you become interested in celebrity calligraphy and painting?" ”

I said I was interested, just ask. He said as a matter of course: "Then why do you care if it's true or not, it's not yours anyway!" ”

I was speechless, but still in the spirit of a reporter's ethics, I asked Jack very responsibly, Jack shrugged his shoulders, starting with the layout of the painting, then the order of the brush and ink, and the state of the paper, and finally when it came to the artistic conception conveyed by the painting, I was already stunned and sleepy.

When I woke up, I wanted to sort out Jack's evidence, but I couldn't remember what he said, so I had to ask him to say it again, but as soon as he opened his mouth, I felt sleepy again, so I had to let him record it himself, and I found time to listen to it. However, before I could find the time, I was sent a mission to interview the old professor and dig up his hidden secrets. I don't understand what the unknown inside story is, the leader explained to me, for example, the untelltainable story of his youth and a beautiful collector, such as the value of the antiques he collected, whether there are fakes, for example, his incident this time has such a big impact, is it intentional hype, after all, with his vow, the young fans have risen a lot......

When I arrived at the old professor's house, he was practicing Tai Chi, with a stone chair and a stone table beside him, the tea on the table was steaming, and the surrounding area was full of bamboo, rustling with the wind, which was very literati. The professor was very good, and he didn't snub me because my magazine was not famous, and he greeted me for tea and snacks very easily.

I thought about the question I wanted to ask, and the topic unconsciously turned to the painting, and the professor gave me an example with great interest, starting with the customs and habits of the Song Dynasty, and just talking about the difference between the clothing of the Northern Song Dynasty and the Southern Song Dynasty, I couldn't help but ask him where the toilet was. Don't blame me for my bad kidneys, it's really the professor who can talk too much, and his tea is also diligent, my bladder can't stand it.

When I came back, I suddenly felt that the atmosphere was very quiet, and it was not accurate to say that it was quiet, but it should be said to be solemn, with a hint of heaviness and horror. The professor was holding my recorder and listening carefully until the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were wrinkled.

I was shocked, there was nothing confidential in this notebook, but it was what Jack said, and I was not going to take it out, because I really didn't know if taking it out would bring me closer to the professor, or if the professor told me to get out of his yard. However, looking at the professor's increasingly frowning brow, I felt that he should let me get out of his yard.