Wen Yiming continued: "Not only is the quality of the ink mud not high, but I can also conclude that it should come from the south, the Yangtze River Basin!"

"Really?"

"You can see that?"

"What evidence is there?"

Several people were taken aback, looking at this young man with each other, what evidence is there for such conclusive words?

"There are two kinds of ink, the first is pure vermilion ink, which is made of the upper layer of cinnabar fine powder and silk, oil, etc. Usually, tens of kilograms of cinnabar ore can only drift one kilogram of cinnabar, so the price of vermilion mud is usually higher than that of the second type of cinnabar mud. ”

"The ink has a reddish yellow color, like a ripe orange peel, which is very elegant. In addition to pure cinnabar and pure cinnabar, in cinnabar or cinnabar mixed with different raw materials, its color, elasticity, toughness, are also different, there are Zhenquan, Guanming, charm, Tongming, Yuanquan and so on. ”

Wen Yiming said firmly: "Through the smell, I can conclude that the raw materials used in this seal clay are definitely not in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, at most it is the Republic of China, just imagine how a person in the middle of the Qing Dynasty can use the things of the Republic of China in later generations?"

"Wonderful!"

Ling Tiancheng suddenly applauded, took out a report, and handed it to Ding Laodao: "Three of you, take a look, this is the appraisal report that just came out, which proves that Yiming is completely correct!"

The three old men hurriedly took the report, read it quickly, looked up at the young man in front of him again, and were immediately impressed!

Through the scientific identification of the composition of the ink, the report proves that the age is between 50 and 80 years, that is, between 1930 and 1950. It can't reach the Qing Dynasty at all, so it's 100% a high imitation!"

Ling Tiancheng glanced at Zheng Banqiao on the table, and concluded: "No matter how fine the penmanship is, no matter how similar the charm is, it is still a high imitation, a fake!"

He said this very easily, the thing does not belong to his own auction house, but to the opponent's thing. Now that it turned out to be a fake, Ling Tiancheng secretly said in his heart: "Dead fatty, this time you are unlucky, you actually sold it to Hu Jianmin?

"Hey, heroes have been teenagers since ancient times!"

Ding Lao put down the report, looked at Wen Yiming and sighed: "Wen Xiaoyou really has a unique skill, the old man admires it!"

Wen Yiming hurriedly said modestly: "Don't dare, don't dare!" Several of them are seniors, and the juniors only know a little about ink, and they don't know anything about calligraphy. This time the blind cat ran into a dead mouse, it's not worth mentioning!"

The three old men who said it nodded frequently, and they had a better impression of Wen Yiming, the appraisal results were out, and the atmosphere was relaxed. A few people sat down, drank tea and chatted.

Zhang Lao held the scroll and exclaimed: "I have never seen this level of imitation before, if it weren't for the flaws in the ink, in my opinion, it would be enough to mess with the truth!"

Hu Lao agreed: "It is definitely from the hands of calligraphy everyone! It may be a copy of the ancients, or it may be a game work, in short, the skill is so deep that even us old guys are fooled!"

Everyone thought that Fei Fatzi was also a senior connoisseur, and he dared to sell it to Hu Jianmin after careful consideration, and he dared to make a move only after being sure of the authenticity of the book. Otherwise, what kind of person is Hu Jianmin? One sentence will make the dead fat man unable to eat and walk around!

In fact, as long as the news spreads, Fei Fatzi will not be able to mix in the Zhongzhou antique circle immediately! Antiques all rely on eyesight, customers spend a lot of money to buy your things just to keep the truth, now even you are eye-catching, millions of things are fake, and the ghost will still believe you in the future!

"1940......?

Ding Lao didn't speak, thoughtfully, suddenly stood up, took out a piece of information, and said in a deep voice: "I have a guess, this calligraphy is not simple!"

"Oh, what do you think?"

Ling Tiancheng straightened up, Ding Lao had a very high level, and before the report came out, he was the only one who hesitated about Zheng Banqiao. It's just that I can't say what the specific problem is for the time being, and I judge what is wrong based on my intuition for many years!

This is enough to prove that the other party's vision is profound, in fact, it is difficult to identify, various schools, countless theories, different opinions, and millions of words cannot explain the doorway.

It can be said that it is simple and simple, and the master relies on a kind of intuition! Back then, Mr. Wu Hufan, who was identified as the Taidou, was known as Wu Yiyan in the circle!

The old man reads calligraphy and painting, one glance is enough!

His disciple Mr. Xu Bangda, the master of calligraphy and painting appraisal in the Forbidden City, is known as Xu Sancun!

The master relies on the intuition honed by years of experience, and the real thing can speak for itself, which is the highest level of antique identification.

You can only understand, not speak!

Wen Yiming also looked at Ding Lao curiously, looking forward to knowing what the inside story was? The old man whispered two words: "Tan Jing!"

"What?"

"Could it be Tan Jingfang?"

One sentence stirred up a thousand waves, except for Wen Yiming, the remaining few people were shocked, Ling Tiancheng stood up directly, and exclaimed incredibly: "Elder Ding, are you sure?"

"Nine times out of ten!"

Ding Lao picked up the handscroll again, and said: "Zheng Banqiao is a master of calligraphy, six and a half books stand on his own, with a unique style, and there are many people who copy it in later generations, including many famous artists from all walks of life. ”

"Wen Xiaoyou deduced from the ink clay that this work came from the Republic of China, and the time period determined by the scientific report reminded me of a person, that is Tan Jing!"

"Yes, yes, it's Tan Fang! Only Tan Fang has such skills!"

"I agree, nine times out of ten it is Tan Jingfang!"

Elder Zhang and Elder Hu suddenly realized and agreed, Ling Tiancheng nodded, looked at Wen Yiming's confused expression next to him, picked up the information on the table with a smile, handed it to him, and said, "Take a look for yourself." ”

Wen Yiming opened the information, Tan Jing, the word and the hermitage, and the Zhai number District Zhai. His ancestor was one of the famous thirteen banks in Guangzhou, mainly engaged in overseas trade, operated for decades, and became a famous rich man in Shanghai.

From 1939 to 1949, in just 10 years, Tan Jing suddenly grew from a cutting-edge business to a collector of SH Beach, and collected many historical masterpieces on a par with old collectors such as Pang Laichen, Wu Hufan, and Zhang Heng.

There are three reasons: first, due to the continuous wars and social turmoil, collectors began to continue to ship goods for their livelihood; second, Tan Jing's business was smooth and wealthy; third, he received great help from Mr. Zhang Heng, a giant eye collector in modern times, for his long eyes, and because of Zhang Heng's influence, Tan Jing's collection also focused on Song and Yuan calligraphy and painting.

On the eve of the Dragon Boat Festival in 1947, Tan Jing found the famous counterfeiter Tang An and asked him to make a copy of Zhao Mengfu's "Shuangsong Ping Yuantu" in the Yuan Dynasty for his collection.