After clearing the money and goods, and leaving the stall, Xiang Fei was full of interest and asked aloud: "Dashan, this painting is real...... I can't see it?"

"That's right if you can't see it, if even you can see it, how can we pick up the leak!" Xu Dashan responded with a smile.

At this time, two people passed by. The man at the head was about sixty or seventy years old, dressed in Tang costumes, with gray hair and good spirits. Next to him, there was a young girl dressed in fashion.

Hearing the conversation between the two, the old man in Tang costume shook his head slightly. Pick up the leak...... With the hype of TV collection programs, now even the aunt who sweeps the floor knows that antiques can make a lot of money. Many people learn the knowledge of fur and fur, and they think that they are experts in collecting, and they plunge into the antique market.

They don't know how deep the antique collection is, and they put the money they have saved up for a few years and more than ten years into it, buy a lot of fakes, and lose their money.

The couple in front of them is not very old, and they also want to learn from others to pick up leaks, and nine times out of ten they are pitted. In order to persuade them to turn back, the old man in Tang costume couldn't help but turn his head and speak: "Young man, let me see what you just picked up, how about it?"

"No problem," Xu Dashan handed over generously.

The old man in Tang costume took the scroll casually, he didn't care about it at first, and then his face became a little more dignified.

"Grandpa, a fake, do you need to look so carefully? We still have to go to Grandpa Tong, don't waste time" The girl couldn't help but urge.

In her opinion, there can be something good on this street.

People came and went in the back street of antiques, and the actions of several people soon attracted a lot of onlookers.

A few collectors who thought they knew how to do it also leaned their heads, stared at the picture a few times, and talked out loud:

"It's fake, it's too fake, this is an imitation of Mr. Qishan's work, and the kung fu is not at home!"

"That's right, the young man bought it with a lot of money, he must have been fooled"

......

Hearing everyone's discussion, Xu Dashan's expression was indifferent, and there was no wave on his face. He firmly believes in the ability to see through the eye, and he will certainly not be wrong.

"Sir, is it fake?" someone asked.

"I'm not sure about this thing," the old man in Tang costume groaned and shook his head.

"I just said, this painting doesn't look right."

"Young man, if you eat a trench and grow wise, you should spend money to buy a lesson"

......

The people around persuaded one after another, and the stall owner next to him, Zhao Fatzi, was even more mocking. What did this young man say just now...... Don't regret selling to me? Lao Tzu has never regretted selling things!!

"Grandpa, since it's fake, let's go," the girl urged again.

In the terminology of the antique industry, the subtext of "inaccurate" is fake.

Hearing his granddaughter's urging, the old man in Tang costume knew that his words were misleading, and he hurriedly explained: "No, no...... I mean it's probably the authentic work of Mr. Qishan, but my specialty is porcelain, not calligraphy. ”

"Old man, you must be mistaken!"

"That's right, although this painting imitates Mr. Kiyama's style, the imitation is too clumsy, and you can see traces of other painting schools."

"Old man, you yourself said that if you are not good at calligraphy and painting, don't mislead the young man and let him have too much hope. The higher the hope, the greater the disappointment!"

......

The old man in Tang costume was not angry because of everyone's accusations, and said to Xu Dashan: "Two friends, they are right, interlacing is like a mountain, I am really not good at calligraphy and painting appraisal." But I have an old friend who lives nearby, so why don't I call and ask him to come over. How about you wait here?"

"Okay" Xu Dashan didn't refuse, anyway, there was nothing to do in the afternoon, so he should have fun.

As for the audience next to them, they saw that there was a lively scene to see, and they were not ready to leave. Some people even took out their mobile phones, ready to shoot videos and upload them to the Internet.

The old man took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

A few minutes later, a bald old man hurriedly came: "Brother Chen, what kind of treasure do you see, hurry for me to identify it!"

"Mr. Tong, it's Mr. Tong who is here!"

"Mr. Tong, do you see if this calligraphy and painting is fake?"

Seeing the bald old man, many onlookers warmly greeted him.

Mr. Tong is a master in the Jincheng collecting industry, and he is very authoritative in the appraisal of calligraphy and painting.

Moreover, the old man is kind and kind, and often haunts the nearby antique city, and many Tibetan friends know him.

"It's this painting, you palm your eyes," said the old man in Tang costume, handing over the scroll in his hand.

Mr. Tong carefully took it, carefully examined the overall style of the scroll, and then checked the paper and ink color.

Soon, he took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and stared at the style to inspect it.

It took more than ten minutes before I put away the magnifying glass.

"Mr. Tong, this painting is fake, right?" someone asked.

The old man did not answer this question, but turned his head and said, "Young man, where did you buy this painting from, and how much did it cost?"

"On the stall over there, I bought it for 15 thousand. He's the stall owner!" Xiang Fei pointed to the middle-aged fat man in the crowd.

The onlookers immediately dodged and vacated Zhao Fatzi.

The stall owner said with a sad face: "Two, we said before, the money and goods are cleared, and we can't regret it after the transaction." ”

He couldn't wait to slap himself, he should close the stall and leave after selling the goods, why did he come to see the excitement.

Well, if Mr. Tong tells the two that it is a fake, they will definitely find trouble.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't regret it," Old Man Tong smiled and said, "Young man, you picked up a big leak." That's right, this is indeed Mr. Kishan's real handiwork,"

What the...... How could it be true? Everyone thought they had heard it wrong.

Zhao Fatzi opened his mouth wide in surprise, and said urgently: "Old man Tong, Mr. Qishan's painting style is unique, the colors are bright and bright, and the shape is concise and vivid. This painting doesn't match!"

"That's right, there is a clear Zhao style...... Mr. Tong, take a look again, is it wrong?"

"Can't be wrong" The old man pointed to the picture and explained: "This is Mr. Qishan's early work, at that time he had not fully formed his own style, so the painting used the brushwork of the Zhao school and the color of the Liu school."

It was very interesting to listen to what the other party said, Xiang Fei also took out his mobile phone to shoot a video with a learning attitude.

Zhao Fatzi's face turned pale, and the whole person was stunned. It turned out to be the real thing!! I sold Mr. Qishan's original work for 1,500 yuan.

"Based on these, I can't conclude that it is Mr. Kiyama's work," someone called out again.

"That's right" Zhao Fatzi said urgently: "Mr. Tong, you said that this is Qishan's work, if you want to come up with evidence, you can't talk about white teeth"

He would now rather believe that he was selling a fake painting than accept that it was genuine!

"Of course, there is proof, and it is this collector's medal. The reason why I used a magnifying glass just now is to carefully observe whether the collection seal is fake. Old Man Tong pointed to the seal in the corner of the picture and explained.

Everyone knows that the collection seal is of great help to the identification of calligraphy and painting. It can be used to prove the circulation of the work, to know who has collected it, which is called "orderly inheritance".

"Sanwentang, I haven't heard of this hall name," the old man in Tang costume asked suspiciously.

(End of chapter)