Forty-Nine City Golden Holy Hand?

Grandpa himself?

This painting was given to the old gentleman's father by his grandfather?

Chu Ang thought as he came back to his senses, walked back, and came back to Professor Zhao Chengjin's side, and then looked down, "Landscape painting... Belch... Tang Bohu? ”

Chu Ang's voice was a little surprised, because the landscape painting in Professor Zhao's hand had the rhyme of Tang Bohu.

However, as for whether this painting is an authentic work of Tang Bohu or a fake, Chu Ang still needs to consider it carefully.

This picture is a sub-landscape map, the upper scroll is a landscape, the mountains and mountains in the distance are undulating in the painting, the spring flow folds in the smoke of the dense forest, the thick shade is lush in the vicinity, the thatched cottage is deeply covered, there are streams and bridges flowing water next to it, the artistic conception is quiet, the turning point of the mountain and stone contour line does not show the edge, the points are together, and the rich and moist Huazi.

The rocks in the close-up are mostly rubbed with a wet brush, and the ink is heavier, if it is a fake, it must also be made by a master.

There is also a neat inscription poem under the landscape painting.

"Brothers in the live broadcast room, have you heard, Tang Bohu's painting..."

"Last time, the anchor seemed to have received a painting of Tang Bohu, and finally sold it for more than 100 million..."

"Yes, yes, it's that picture-in-picture, I remember it a lot!"

"Is this painting real or fake?"

"Did you hear the "Golden Holy Hand" just now, this person is an antique master in the 49th City of the Republic of China! ”

“……”

Zhao Chengjin didn't expect Chu Ang to turn back, but after all, he was a professor at the Old Palace Museum, so he quickly calmed down and pointed with his finger, "Uncle... You see, there are many small seams here, and there are obvious patchwork marks in this painting..."

When he spoke, Professor Zhao didn't forget to glance at Chu Ang, saying that he was asking his uncle to see it, but in fact, he specially said what he said to Chu Ang just now.

In Professor Zhao's view, it is much easier to convince an antiques connoisseur than a layman.

And... Why not show off your skills in front of the "future director of the Palazzo Vecchio Museum"?

Chu Ang looked down and found that, as Professor Zhao said, there were many thin strips in the middle of the scroll, as if there were traces of patchwork.

"What's more..."

Professor Zhao pushed his eye sockets, and took out a flashlight from his pocket, and the flashlight was aimed at the position of the scroll, and the strong light shone brightly, only to see several blurred fonts emerging at the position of the inscription - Jiangxi high school * student.

There is obviously another word between the words high and student, but I don't know if it's because of the age or other reasons, the word in the middle has long been indistinguishable.

Jiangxi high school students, outsiders are naturally blind when they see these words, and they don't know what to say.

However, for those who are antiques, the name is thunderous.

Jiangxi, Mr. Gao!

The master of counterfeiting in the Republic of China!

The ancestor of the Jiangxi faction of calligraphy and painting fraud!

"Good guys, old iron, do you see it, it's Mr. Gao's fake again!"

"Mr. Gao, this guy is really haunted!"

"After Mr. Jiuyi Qin disappeared, Mr. Jiangxi Gao walked into my world (picking his nose)"

"Mr. Gao's work, it seems that this thing is a fake..."

"A proper fake, as we all know, Mr. Gao's product must be a fake (fine)!"

"Today is very smooth, without the anchor's action, Professor Zhao Chengjin concluded that this thing is a fake!"

“……”

Chu Ang's brows furrowed into the word "Sichuan", this painting has the imprint of Mr. Gao, and it is normal for Zhao Chengjin to accept it as a fake.

It's just that...

The old man on the other side also said that this painting was donated by the "Golden Holy Hand".

Did the Golden Hand not recognize this object as a fake?

Or did the Golden Hand knowingly be a fake, and the gift was done on purpose?

“……”

Suddenly, Chu Ang's head had a severe headache, as if a hand was desperately grabbing his heart, making it difficult for him to even breathe, and the green tendons on his forehead were beating even more abruptly.

At the same time, a terrible thought flooded through Chu Ang's mind, and he couldn't help but shiver in his heart.

If it is said... If the Golden Hand and Mr. Gao are actually the same person, can all this be explained?

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