"It's okay, Xiao Ang, you were too much to, it was probably ... Uncle Chu is not in good health, he is old, it's normal! ”

"Uncle Chu is our old life star, if I can live his age, I can burn incense every day..."

Listening to Aunt Wang's advice in her ears, Chu Ang's mother's face softened a lot, but there was still a trace of throbbing lingering in her heart.

She remembered that her father-in-law seemed to be a different person after that day!

Later, Chu Ang was born, and the old man held Chu Ang in his arms every day and told the little guy a lot of knowledge about the antique shop!

The old man's doting on his little grandson made even his husband Chu Heping envious when he saw it, and he had red eyes!

Especially the knowledge of antiques, when Chu Heping was flipping through the antique books sorted out by the old man, what a kind and kind person his father-in-law was, but that day he beat Chu Heping like crazy!

I thought that the old man didn't want the descendants of the Chu family to step into the antique shop again!

Can... Since those people overseas left, Xiao Ang was born, and the old man began to frantically popularize the knowledge of antique shops for his little grandson.

This matter is still a thorn in Chu Ang's father's heart until now, and he often complains that he must have brought it.

………

The sky-high price of 300 million, the anchor of the store visit, and the Old Palace Museum, with the blessing of multiple gimmick titles, have been searched for hot spots with lightning speed.

It was time to get off work, and millions of people poured into Chu Ang's live broadcast room.

Among them, there are not only a large number of netizens who watch the excitement, but also many professional pickers and many connoisseurs of antique shops.

Pan Jiayuan, Agate Pavilion.

"300 million..."

Chen Jiye held the mobile phone, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were beating wildly, and he smiled bitterly, "This little brother Chu..."

has just experienced the case of the national treasure of the Japanese Invaders, and now there is a sky-high price of 300 million in front of the Old Palace Museum, Chu Ang's life is even more exciting than the movie.

It's just that these two paintings are real and which is fake!

Chen Jiye really didn't see it in the live broadcast room!

………

Cao's villa.

"Cousin, it's time to eat..."

Yin Daoyang's voice sounded outside Cao Gongzi's room, "My dad called and asked us to go to Shili Yangchang, will you go?" ”

"Let's talk about it then..."Cao Gongzi was staring intently at the phone screen, but his eyes were not on the two paintings, but on the man in the suit in the camera.

A long-lost and unpleasant picture poured out from the depths of his memory, and at this moment, Cao Gongzi's eyes instantly turned cold, and his face became cloudy.

"How is he, the guy who sells fakes..."

"Hasn't this guy been messing around overseas, why did he suddenly come to Huaxia?"

"Oh... Come to think of it! Cao Gongzi patted his brain, his face was relieved, "Some time ago, the Chaoyang police smashed a 100 billion calligraphy and painting counterfeiting workshop, which can be regarded as breaking a calf of overseas fraud, and the reason why this kid came back should be to help the family continue this broken limb..."

When the camera panned to Cheng Lixin, Cao Gongzi muttered again, "Do you want Daya Zhaiyuan to support a new counterfeiting den?" ”

………

Palazzo Vecchio Museum.

Chu Ang looked back and forth in front of the two "Ploughing Ox Pictures".

The professors around him were whispering.

"Which is true?"

"It's not clear yet, it will take time... Give me 2 hours and you should be able to tell! ”

"You can pull it down, Doukou, everyone is waiting for you for half an hour?"

“……”

"I can copy Dai Song's ox cultivation diagram to such a situation!" After a long time, Chu Ang exclaimed, "That's really amazing! ”

"Boy..."Cheng Lixin was a little impatient, and said unceremoniously, "It's been a few minutes, have you been able to tell the truth from the fake?" Don't waste our time! ”

Chu Ang smiled dumbly, in the villa auction before, the best person who jumped was actually Expert Wang, Cheng Lixin didn't hand out the cold knife until the end, and now he doesn't know how to drop, whether he has found the backer, or has absolute confidence in this fight, he can't wait to get up.

But... That's fine!

Chu Ang's eyes sharpened, stretched out his finger, pointed to the pair on the right and said, "This pair is Dai Song's real handiwork!" ”

"Cowhide, this time, the anchor is so fast!"

"The anchor confirmed the authenticity without using Taka Kato's hand (thumbs up)!"

"Anchor, you are my idol!"

“……”

Cheng Lixin's face froze, and he forced a smile, "There is no basis for what you say, you naturally want to convince us!" ”

Chu Ang looked calm and immediately said, "The only difference between the two paintings is the bull's eye of the two paintings!" ”

"As a writer in the Tang Dynasty, Dai Song's painting skills are so powerful, just like Qi Baishi's shrimp, Dai Song seems to have lived only to paint cows all his life..."

"Not to mention looking at the Tang Dynasty, throughout the 24 feudal dynasties, Dai Song's means of painting cattle are also among the best!"

"The imitation method of the painting on the left is extremely superb, the body of the cow is outlined very perfectly, comparable to a one-to-one restoration, the demeanor of the cow, the details are also perfectly copied, but after all, Dai Song can't paint the cow's professional level!"

"To be able to grasp such a description of demeanor, it is conceivable that Dai Song must have lived with the bison in the field, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he eats and sleeps together..."

"Therefore, Dai Song can grasp many details of cattle cultivation that others can't take care of..."

"In Dai Song's "Bullfighting Picture" in the collection of the Bay Island Museum, a bull flees forward, as if cowardly, and the other bull chases after him, bowing his head and slamming the hind legs of the front cow with his horns, and the two bulls are painted with ink, painting hooves and horns with thick ink, dotting eyes and brown hair, vividly painting the muscle tension of the bullfight, the naïve state of the fugitive who gasps and escapes, and the unstoppable momentum of the hitter..."

"The wildness and ferocity of the cow show the end of the pen, which shows Dai Song's meticulous observation of the cow..."

"Speaking of this authentic work on the right, if you look closely, you will find that in Dai Song's cow's eye, there can be a slightly rough gush out of the shepherd boy and the field scene..."

"And this imitation doesn't have that!"

As he spoke, Chu Ang reached out and touched the "Ploughing Ox Picture" on the right.

In the next second, information emerges!

[Object: Dai Song ploughing cow]

[Material: Silk]

[Production time: 763 (Tang Dynasty)]

[Market value: 10 million yuan]

Dai Song's early painting of ploughing cattle is not as good as the heirloom work collected by the Taiwan Island Museum, but it is also a rare masterpiece!

Several professors took out the magnifying glasses they had brought with them and compared them with the two paintings of "bull's eye" that Chu Ang had mentioned.

"Don't say it, it's really, the fakes can't be authentically meticulous!"

"Mr. Xiao Chu is amazing, you can find this..."

"Actually, give me time, and I'll find out."

"You can pull it down, give you two hours and the daylily will be cold..."

"No wonder Shan Lao asked Mr. Xiao Chu to lead us, people went around in a circle, and they separated the real and fake fakes in one face!"

Cheng Lixin's expression froze, and his face was gloomy and terrifying!

"Bang Bang!"

The man in the suit sounded out of place, "It's really amazing, I can tell the real from the fake "Ploughing Cow Picture" in this way..."

Everyone looked up at the man in the suit, but found that the expression on the other party's face was completely different from Cheng Lixin's, he did not have the slightest panic, and there was a trace of weirdness in his composure.

Give me some support, pots

(End of chapter)