Soon, as the door of the reception room opened, a middle-aged man in a suit walked in with a man in good spirits, whose hair was dark and bright, but who could still see the vicissitudes of life and years on his face.

"Hello, Mr. Chen, I am the store manager of the capital head office of Poly Auction House, my surname is Wang, my name is Wang Yuan, this is a professional appraiser in the bank's calligraphy and painting, Mr. Liu Yuanlong Liu. The man smiled slightly, and quickly rushed up to Chen Hu to introduce himself. Then he introduced the old man next to him, and he really didn't delay his efforts at all.

"Hello. Chen Hu got up, shook hands with Manager Wang, and nodded in greeting.

"Thank you very much for your trust in our Poly Auction House, I don't know ...... your painting," Manager Wang withdrew and said politely.

"Here it is. Chen Hu didn't waste any time, he turned around directly, took the long cloth bag placed on the side, untied the tie to reveal the long square box inside, took it out and held it horizontally in his hand, opened the lid of the box, and took out the scroll inside.

Seeing this, the old man named Liu Yuanlong turned pale, quickly took out a pair of clean white gloves from his pocket and put them on his hands, carefully took the scroll and took it to the vacant one on the side, covered with flannel, and the long table for identification, unfastened the button, and slowly unfolded the scroll.

Immediately, the Baihua Dou**, which made people feel very good, was once again presented in the eyes of Chen Hu, Manager Wang and Liu Yuanlong.

Liu Yuanlong's eyes lit up, he leaned down, carefully and seriously checked the strokes, ink, brushwork, composition, and other places of the painting, as well as places such as paper, ink, and inscription, until there was nothing to check and nothing to check, and then he stood up again.

"Teacher Liu, how is it?" asked Manager Wang.

"Can you call Elder Wang? I'm a little unsure. Liu Yuanlong frowned and shook his head.

"Oh?" Manager Wang was stunned, he really didn't expect such a result, he couldn't help but make him a little interested, nodded, and affirmed, "I'll arrange it." ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, but you may need to sit down a little longer before we can decide whether or not to take your painting. Manager Wang said.

"As soon as possible, I'll have something to do later. Chen Hu nodded and agreed.

But then my heart was lifted.

"Isn't it possible, the people at Poly Auction House can't see it?"

After all, this is a work from the spirit world, and it has been systematically appraised, so the authenticity is absolutely unquestionable, so the only thing that may make such a full-time appraiser in terms of calligraphy and painting unable to make a judgment immediately may be only one, that is, they can't see it, can't see it accurately, and don't dare to make a final judgment.

"Could it be that Old Man Zhang Daqian is improving his painting skills below, right?"

It's not out of the question. After all, people and ghosts are different, the spirit world is different from the real situation, not only the physical restrictions are a lot less, not to mention, there may also be famous calligraphers and painters in the spirit world who have not taken the reincarnation of various dynasties and generations, and once they meet and discuss with each other, the ghost knows what kind of novel results will evolve, so it is not impossible for the painting to be identified as fake in the end.

Thinking of this, Chen Hu's original joy dispersed, and his brows furrowed slightly.

If this is really fake, then the painting can only be kept as a private collection, and when the time comes, the auction will naturally become a flowing water, and it is no longer possible to exchange it for money to complete his final idea.

"Let's hope everything goes well. Then, Chen Hu smiled silently and bitterly, put away the picture scroll, and continued to drink the hospitality tea provided by Poly.

Well, it's Tieguanyin, the taste is very good, so it eases Chen Hu's mood a little.

......

More than forty minutes later, Manager Wang and Liu Yuanlong walked into the living room where Chen Hu was accompanied by an old man with a ruddy face and gray hair, who looked older than Liu Yuanlong.

"I've kept you waiting, Mr. Chen, and I'm here to introduce you. This person next to me is Wang Quanguo, the chief appraiser and special consultant of the bank's calligraphy and painting works. ”

"Elder Wang, this is what I told you before, Mr. Chen Hu Chen. Then, Manager Wang introduced Wang Quanguo.

"Hello. Wang Quanguo said indifferently.

When it comes to his status, there is really no need to deliberately stammer anyone, let alone on Poly's territory.

"Hello, Elder Wang, I'm sorry for you. Chen Hu said politely.

Then without other people's nonsense, he directly took out the scroll that had been put away for half an hour and re-took it out for Wang Quanguo and Liu Yuanlong to watch and identify.

"The pen is indeed more mature than in the twilight of Mr. Daqian. Wang Quanguo's eyes froze, and he said solemnly.

"Elder Wang, you are looking at this character, and the penmanship is also quite different from Mr. Daqian's notes. At the same time, Liu Yuanlong reminded.

"Well, a little bit more. Wang Quanguo echoed.

But fortunately, the problems on the whole painting are these two points, and the others are still similar to the authentic Zhang Daqian paintings seen in the past, whether it is the imprint of the inscription or other things, so Wang Quanguo did not make up his mind for a while, whether to identify it as a fake or not.

After a while, Wang Quanguo turned his head to look at Chen Hu and said, "I don't know how Mr. Chen got this painting?"

"Family heirloom. As for the more specific, it was given by a friend of my old man when he was on a business trip to Beijing, and it is said that the person's family is related to Mr. Zhang Daqian, so there are many paintings of Mr. Zhang Daqian in the family. Chen Hu did not pause, and directly said the statement he had made up when he came.

"Do you know the name of that person?" asked Wang Quanguo.

"I don't know. Chen Hu shook his head and said.

Wang Quanguo nodded, and once again set his eyes on "Jiayuan Hundred Flowers", his heart was full of contradictions.

It is true, but the brushstrokes, painting skills and inscriptions There are many differences between the brushes and the brushes used in Zhang Daqian's calligraphy and painting seen in the past, which are more mature and more complete.

But if you want to say that it is fake, in addition to these two points on the painting, whether it is the imprint of the inscription, or the situation of other parts are in line with Mr. Zhang Daqian's calligraphy and painting, it can even be said that except for those two obviously too mature places, this painting is a genuine painting of Mr. Daqian!

So it was difficult for him to make a decision for a while.

Until half an hour later......

"Xiao Wang, this painting can be collected. Governor Wang exhaled, looked at Manager Wang and nodded.

As for the two problems with the use of brushwork, is it not allowed for Mr. Daqian to make any further progress in his later years? As for why he has not seen it on the market, it can only be said that the thing has not flowed through, and naturally no one knows.

This is appraisal, a craft that tests both technical insight and knowledge, and the determination of the appraiser.

Obviously, this Mr. Wang Quanguo is ready to use his fame and prestige to support the authenticity of this painting.

"Okay, Elder Wang. Manager Wang nodded, and then sent Wang Quanguo and Liu Yuanlong away, and discussed with Chen Hu about the ownership and disposal of the paintings, as well as the methods, agreements, and rights of the entrusted auction.

......

"Elder Wang, is this really okay?" In another office of Poly Auction House, Liu Yuanlong looked at Wang Quanguo, who was recuperating with his eyes closed, and said softly.

"Are you 100% sure that the painting is fake?" Wang Quanguo opened his eyes and looked at Liu Yuanlong and asked rhetorically.

"No, you can't. Liu Yuanlong shook his head.

"To be honest, I can't either. Wang Quanguo said.

"Then why did you let Xiao Wang accept that painting?"

"Because my gut tells me it's the real thing. Wang Quanguo is colorful.

Liu Yuanlong was silent, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Child's play, perhaps, but appraisal is like this, and in the case of certainty that you can't make up your mind, you really need to judge directly and by feeling. The difference is only whether the person who has the appraisal dares to bet on the 50% possibility!

This is also the fundamental reason why there are always eye-punchers in this line of identification.