Chapter 462: Why Aren't You Surprised?

Wang Yongqian didn't dare to blink his eyes, staring at the screen tightly.

Before he was transferred to the ministry, he first worked in the Security Department of the Inspectorate of the Cultural Relics Bureau, and then in the Collection Management Division of the Department of Museums and Social Cultural Relics. It has not only dealt with major cultural and museum institutions, but also supervised and supervised the art collection and auction market for a long time.

Therefore, I dare not say that I am an expert, but at least more than ninety percent of the cultural relics can be named at a glance, and can tell the approximate origin and source, and know how much value there is.

Which of these copper coins, silver ingots, and gold coins on the ground is not a treasure of the world, and which one is not rare? Who doesn't dream about it and dream of it?

But here, there is a pile in the west and a pile in the east, thrown on the ground like garbage?

"Tyrannical Creatures!"

He Anbang and Ma Xianming were stunned for a moment, and then nodded thoughtfully.

"Where is the need to infer this? You take a good look: are there paw prints on the reels? Bears, of course...... Of course, the ones on the ground are not all torn by bears, but also the tooth marks of wolves and lynxes, and the smaller ones are gerbils and sand lizards......"

And how many of his works have survived to the world?

"And what about the remaining half?"

Of course I did: there were not only bears, but also wolves and lynxes, and smaller rats and lizards......

Looking at it now, isn't it exactly the same as the one in Hubo?

Good guy, that one is the treasure of the Shanghai Expo......

Wang Yongqian's heart couldn't help but shrink: in 2016, Dong Yuan's paintings in major museums were identified as forgeries, and the "Creek Bank" at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in the United States is the only surviving authentic work.

"Fake? You don't want to think about it, pretending to be qualified to be here? Oh, I see, you haven't finished reading it yet, have you? It's okay, take your time, the surprises are still to come......"

Ma Xianming and Wang Yongqian sighed heavily.

"Sad? It's okay, there's something even saddier to come! ”

"I can't see it...... But here's the seal: the treasure of the seizure...... This is the collection of the Southern Song Dynasty? ”

"Of course it's the real thing!"

He Anbang's eyes widened: "Dong Yuan, the deputy envoy of Beiyuan...... This...... Dong Yuan? ”

He Anbang tapped the screen, and the video paused. If you look closely, it doesn't seem to be a picture book, but a weaving book?

Li Ding'an's life is almost gone, why don't you find the remaining half of the painting?

Not to mention leadership, but no individual can do such a thing......

The question is, is this thing abroad now?

Suddenly, they felt that the previous "Lotus Pond Suckling Duck Picture" seemed to be like that?

Wang Yongqian didn't bother to say anything to them, stared at the screen: Li Dingan walked to the box containing gold, silver and copper coins, glanced at it casually, and walked inside.

Of course, it is best if it is not discovered, even if it is found: I am engaged in archaeological research, and I am a well-known treasure expert in the country.

"Who drew it?"

He Anbang gritted his teeth: "Do you still need to say?" ”

"The quality of Yuan Juan is very average, if it is Song Juan, it has some research value!"

A piece of white silk, a little more than a meter long, has a lot of words written on it: Qingsong is strong and upright, and Ling Xiao is ashamed...... The words are not generally good, the pen is full, and the power penetrates the back of the paper.

Even so, these forgeries are all regarded as treasures by various museums, not to mention Dong Yuan's authentic works?

He Anbang exhaled sharply, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Li Ding'an: "Dong Yuan's painting, is it genuine or fake?" ”

Looking at the weaver again, the mountain is the mountain, the water is the water, the bird is the bird, and the insect is the worm...... The scenery has its own shape, the colors are distinct, and there is not even a wrong thread?

It can be seen that the ingenuity of the needle method and the sophistication of the technology?

"Maybe it's still on the ground......," He Anbang clicked on the video, "Look, Li Ding'an picked it up?" Alas, it doesn't seem to be ......"

Of course not: "Lotus Pond Suckling Duck" is a weaving book, but the half that Li Ding'an picked up became a picture book?

"Ink Landscape on Silk...... What is the museum, the horse office, this painting is okay? ”

Orimoto paintings?

The so-called laymen look at the liveliness, and insiders look at the doorway, it just so happens that they are all insiders: a little later, it starts from the Yuan Dynasty, and it has been seven or eight hundred years now. But the color is still bright, the texture is still flexible, and the quality of the silk can be seen.

"I didn't have time to find it."

"The clothes must be wrinkled and wrinkled, don't look like them? It should be a silk ......."

The rest, including the "Evening View of the River Embankment" collected in the National Palace Museum in Taipei, the "Picture of the Cold Forest Chongting" in Japan, the "Summer Mountain Picture" by Hu Bo, the "Picture of the Summer Mountain Pass to be Crossed" by Liao Bo, etc., are all forgeries of the Yuan and Ming dynasties.

Before the words fell, Li Dingan took off half of the colored silk from the corner of the box.

The three of them were stunned in unison, what is this: strange stones, lotus ponds, grass, egrets, lotus canopies, dragonflies, crickets, and mandarin ducks?

What did you just say?

"Yes, when it was weaved, Song Huizong also inscribed a poem"

"I see it."

"This thing is definitely a Song Dynasty brocade, can you eat it?" He Anbang said "heh", "Look, is it very similar to the piece of silk that Li Dingan picked up from outside?" Tsk, the key to this painting, how can I look at it more and more familiar? ”

The feng shui circle here, compared with Qinglong Mountain and Hunshan Ancient City, it is not surprising that there is a Song Dynasty court brocade weaving book here.

"What about this one?"

Compared with the previous I saw Zhou Ning, there is no need to doubt whether it is true or false.

But the things that can be regarded as the treasure of the town hall by Shanghai Expo are like rags, torn to tatters and wisps?

It's such a waste of things......

Yu Huiyin held up his mobile phone, and when the light shone, faintly, it seemed that the ground was full of silk fabrics, tattered, and wisps.

He Anbang's fierce meal: "The Shanghai Museum's "Lotus Pond Suckling Duck" ......"

If it's calligraphy and painting, who is willing to tear it like this?

Ma Xianming and Wang Yongqian were stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized: I should have remembered it a long time ago!

It is not a painting on silk, but a brocade painting, how many are there in the world?

"Who tore it?"

Then, Shanghai Expo racked its brains and painstakingly reached a cooperation with the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and "Creek Bank" was exhibited in China for the first time. Not to mention how many twists and turns it took in the middle, and how much effort the relevant departments secretly exerted, let's just talk about the money spent: I can buy several authentic paintings of Dong Qichang.

"You...... You...... Why aren't you surprised? Yu Huiyin's lips trembled, and his tongue trembled, "Li Ding'an, this ...... Is this "Shu Su Ti"? ”

"If it's calligraphy and painting, it's even better."

Haven't even passed three seconds?

"What nonsense? He wants to make money, and there are many ways, so why take this risk? You say yes, King! ”

"Authentic?"

"It's definitely a brocade painting!" Ma Xianming waved his hand and cut it flat, "If not, I ate it?" ”

"Can you deduce who tore it?"

Look at the technique again: the moss is fine, as thick as linen, the shade is coherent, and the extreme changes are ...... It must be a master's work.

"Is the Xidian a fart? See no: Bao Shen Shu Yin...... This is Mi Fu's upper grade seal, non-famous calligraphy and painting is not ...... Well, and Baha? No, it's ...... the title."

And if you just put it down, what will it be bitten into?

It is estimated that half of the remaining half is enough to choke......

Li Ding'an could already imagine He Anbang's expression when he saw the remaining residual paintings.

"Lotus Pond Suckling Duck" and Dong Yuan's original handiwork were damaged in this way.

Wang Yongqian was very helpless: What about you two playing double reeds?

But when you ask yourself, you really have to admire Li Ding'an: he picked up a piece of gold coin, just looked at it casually, and threw it back...... Thrown back?

Not to mention ordinary people, just him, as well as He Anbang and Ma Xianming, isn't the subconscious mind grabbing a handful and putting it in a pocket?

"If we've all seen it, it's not an unknown thing, maybe it's been photographed, maybe it's a treasure from a museum...... Well, treasured? ”

"I remember the one in Hubo, from the Inner Court of the Northern Song Dynasty?"

If it had been before, it was estimated that there were not thousands, but at least hundreds. But since the application of infrared technology and quantum technology to the identification of artifacts, there is only one answer: the "Creek Bank" in the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

"Got it...... Rest well! ”

He Anbang choked for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Next to it is the seal that Yu Huiyin said, and there is a book under it: Yuan You Wuchen September 23rd, Xitang Mi Huang Ji.

For his "Streambank Map", the Metropolitan Museum, the largest museum in the United States, built a special hall.

What is half of Dong Yuan's authentic handiwork, more on the ground: Huang Tingjian, Su Shi, Cai Xiang, Mi Fu, Ouyang Xiu, Fan Zhongyi, Yan Shu...... Which one is not a masterpiece, which one is not genuine, and which one is not tattered?

He laughed "hahaha", He Anbang wanted to scold his mother, "What about the remaining half?" ”

Ma Xianming and Wang Yongqian were also stunned: Dong Yuan of the Northern Song Dynasty?

This is Dong Yuan, the first in the Northern Song Dynasty.

He Anbang exhaled, clicked on the video again, and Yu Huiyin's exclamation came from inside, and the hearts of the three people began to beat violently, "Li Dingan, look at it...... Look: "Mi surnamed Hanmo"...... Mi Fu's seal? ”

Among them is the "Xiaoxiang Picture" of the Forbidden City, which has been identified as a forgery by Dong Qichang. There is also the "Evening View of the River Embankment" in Taipei, which later proved to be a fake imitation by Zhang Daqian.

It would be nice if it was calligraphy and painting......

"I'm pleasantly surprised by your size...... This is Dong Yuan's real handiwork, torn like that? ”

"Don't think about it, if it's calligraphy and painting, who is willing to tear it like this?"

And the weaving is so fine, it is even rarer, and the impression is naturally more profound.

"Why didn't Li Ding'an bring a few pieces out?" Ma Xianming pinched his chin, "Just Chunhua Jinbao, one is a suite in the fourth ring?" ”

"I look familiar, too!" Ma Xianming held his chin, "This must be a picture composed according to the painting, and then weaved, so there must be an original painting...... Think about it, have we seen it somewhere? ”

Wang Yongqian nodded: "It's not just the same, but exactly the same...... I can't say it, the mandarin duck was torn off from this...... Not to mention, I feel familiar too. ”

How can it be?

The water is colorful, the clouds and mist are obscure, the peaks and mountains are haunted, and the Tingzhu River Bridge is ...... The composition is layered, the coloring details are rich, and the landscape is full of real nature.

Suddenly, a ...... popped up here Oh, for the time being, there is only half of it, and even half of it can make up for the domestic gap.

Fortunately, this is a desert area, there is no moisture in the air, and there is no humidity on the shallow surface, otherwise I don't know what it will become if it rusts early, and it will become garbage if it is not garbage......

Absolutely......

"God knows?"

The three of them looked at each other, and no one spoke, but they all knew it: get it back, you have to get it back......

Hanging up the phone, He Anbang spread his hands: "Did you hear that?" ”

"What's this, clothes?"

What's that?

The three of them pounced forward in unison.

Look down further, good family sentences, "Meiyang Su Shi"

and the sentence "hehe" that has been circulating for nearly a thousand years.

Mi Fu's genuine handiwork, Su Shi's inscription is sealed, or "Shu Su Ti"?

Li Ding'an didn't frown...... (End of chapter)