“？”

Zhou Bao was thinking about four million at the moment, and suddenly saw Zhao Yiming like this, and the smile on his face instantly converged.

Borrow a step to speak?

Could it be that he saw something wrong with the painting?

But didn't you just say that there was no problem, it was genuine?

Thinking like this, Zhou Bao became even more flustered, and stepped forward with a smile on his face:

"There are no outsiders here, Mr. Zhao might as well say something."

The meaning is obvious, if there is anything to say, if there is any misunderstanding, let's say it to your face.

However, Yi Chunhua did not pay attention to Zhou Bao, but looked at Zhao Yiming.

Zhao Yiming nodded at her, and shouted in his mouth: "Mr. Yi~"

Hearing this, Yi Chunhua obviously understood what Zhao Yiming meant, turned to look at Zhou Bao, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Zhou will wait here for a while, and I'll come when I go."

"This ......"

Zhou Bao wanted to open his mouth to say something.

But just as he spoke, Yi Chunhua blocked him back with an understatement: "Real gold is not afraid of fire refining, you say yes, Mr. Zhou?" ”

"Okay."

Although Zhou Bao, who heard this, was unwilling in his heart, he could only nod his head.

If he insists on it at this moment, it will seem that he has a ghost in his heart.

Immediately, Zhou Bao watched Yi Chunhua and Zhao Yiming leave with such a blank eye.

For a while, Zhou Bao's anxious group turned around-

"It's over, it's over, is it that a flaw has been discovered?"

"It shouldn't be!

If a problem had been discovered, it should have been discovered a long time ago, so why did something happen? ”

I saw him muttering incessantly, and finally came to the back of the door, and listened with his ear on the door.

But it was quiet outside, and the voices of Yi Chunhua and Zhao Yiming could not be heard at all.

So, Zhou Bao simply opened the door and cautiously poked his head out.

After making sure that there was no one outside, Zhou Bao walked out of the room.

But in the corridor outside, not to mention Yi Chunhua, there are no waiters.

"What's going on?"

Looking at the empty corridor, Zhou Bao was even more bottomless.

What went wrong?

Isn't it right to draw?

Back in the house, Zhou Bao picked up the painting and looked at it carefully: "There's nothing wrong with it!" ”

"Or am I thinking too much? Not a matter of drawing?

Or is the painting worth much more than four million? ”

……

Just as Zhou Bao was gradually going crazy, on the other side, Yi Chunhua and Zhao Yiming came to another private room.

"Mr. Zhao, if you have anything to say, just say it."

As soon as he came in, Yi Chunhua directly signaled Zhao Yiming.

Immediately after, he asked, "Is the drawing wrong?" ”

However, Zhao Yiming was embarrassed at the moment, and he didn't seem to know where to start for a while.

It wasn't until I had sorted out my thoughts that I said, "That painting...... From Shen Yun to pen movements, as well as inscription stamps, no problem. ”

“？”

Hearing this, Yi Chunhua directly cast a confused gaze.

Since there is no problem with painting, why did Zhao Yiming let her come out and say it alone?

Isn't that delaying things?

"Mr. Yi, don't worry~" Seeing Yi Chunhua's displeasure, Zhao Yiming hurriedly said:

"It's okay to draw, but it's not the right piece of paper!"

"Paper, wrong?" Yi Chunhua was even more confused: "What do you mean?" ”

What does it mean that paper is wrong?

If the paper is wrong, doesn't that mean there is something wrong with the drawing?

"Yu Zhiding is a figure in the Qianlong period, and the paper used must have been produced in the Qianlong period.

And Yu Zhiding used to be a court painter and enjoyed the treatment of worship, so Qianlong paper was commonly used for painting.

Whether this kind of paper is writing or drawing, it can be done without scattering the pen and ink, and the layers are distinct. ”

Zhao Yiming said this, seeing that Yi Chunhua was listening, so he continued:

"From this point of view, that painting really brings this characteristic of Qianlong paper into full play."

"In that case, doesn't that mean it's okay to draw?" Yi Chunhua asked next.

Yu Zhiding, a great painter, combined the characteristics of Qianlong paper with his own painting skills to paint that painting, doesn't it just show his ability?

It also shows that the painting is no problem!

Why is Zhao Yiming like this?

"Mr. Yi doesn't know, I just talked about one of the characteristics of Qianlong paper.

In addition, Qianlong paper has another benefit, that is, when making it, special materials are added to prevent insect erosion. ”

Speaking of "insect erosion", Zhao Yiming's face froze and said: "The top corner of that painting has traces of insect erosion. ”

"What?"

Yi Chunhua was shocked when he heard this.

What does it mean that traces of insect infestation have been found on paper that can be protected from insect infestation?

It shows that the paper on which the painting is painted has no insect repellent effect at all.

Paper is fake!

"Why didn't you bring it up when you checked it out?"

But then, Yi Chunhua asked.

Such a big problem, why didn't you say it at the beginning?

"That place was not in the scope of painting, and my attention was all about painting at the time, so I ignored it!"

The moth-eaten place was so subtle that if he hadn't folded out a small hole when he rolled the picture up, he wouldn't have noticed it at all!

And once Yi Chunhua listens to his judgment and buys that painting, he won't be able to mix in the circle in the future!

One slap in the eye, a lifetime of shame!

"So, that painting is fake?"

At this time, Yi Chunhua asked with a pale face.

Zhao Yiming nodded:

"Although the techniques and so on are correct, but the Qianlong paper is not used, so it is not right."

"My judgment is that the painting is suspicious, and even if it is imitated by later generations, it is still a work of art with great research value."

In the end, Zhao Yiming gave his own judgment.

As for whether Yi Chunhua buys it in the end, that's her business.

"Okay, I see."

Yi Chunhua hummed and found a chair to sit down.

Seeing this, Zhao Yiming scratched his head in embarrassment, and finally said apologetically: "Mr. Yi, if there is nothing wrong, I will leave first." ”

"Don't go yet."

However, after Zhao Yiming finished speaking, Yi Chunhua raised his head suddenly.

As he spoke, he saw Yi Chunhua stand up:

"Since you said that there is a problem with that piece of paper, you might as well ask that Zhou Bao and see what he says."

"That's fine."

Seeing Yi Chunhua make this decision, Zhao Yiming could only agree.

So, the two walked out of the private room and soon came to the outside of the private room where Zhou Bao was.

Standing at the door, Yi Chunhua's gloomy face suddenly turned into a smile, and then opened the door and walked in.

At this time, Zhou Bao in the house was already panicked, and when he saw Yi Chunhua coming in, he immediately greeted him:

"Mr. Yi, what's the matter with you talking for so long?"

"It's nothing."

Yi Chunhua shook his head with a smile and said in front of the painting: "I'll look at this painting again, no problem, right?" ”

"Absolutely."

Zhou Bao didn't know what Zhao Yiming said to Yi Chunhua, so he seemed to be happy, but in fact he agreed uneasily.

At this moment, facing Yi Chunhua, who was about to look at the painting as soon as he came in, Zhou Bao had a hunch that something must have happened!

But what went wrong?

No matter what Zhou Bao thinks, he can't think of it!

At this time, Yi Chunhua had already picked up the painting, and when he opened it, his eyes fell to the corner of the top-

(End of chapter)