"A feeling for yourself. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Zhou Da Fat said: "I can't say why, but I always feel that Little Brother Liu bought that picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix, not only because the painting skills are good and he wants to collect it, but because there is a deeper purpose!"

He looked at Liu Yufeng and said with a meaningful smile: "Little Brother Liu, am I right?"

"Mr. Zhou," Liu Yufeng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Can you not be so sharp, if everyone is as shrewd as you, how can I pick up leaks in the future?"

"Pick up the leaks, so you really found something!"

Zhou Da Fat Man perked up and hurriedly said: "Little Brother Liu, what is the secret in that picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix? I always thought it was a genuine painting, but I couldn't explain the flaws in the color of the painting paper, what did you find?"

Liu Yufeng smiled and didn't answer, but put a brocade box on the coffee table and pushed it to Zhou Da Fat: "Mr. Zhou, you take a look at the things in here first." ”

"What is this?"

Zhou Da Fat took the box suspiciously, opened it, and found that it contained three things, a painting, a jade pendant, and a porcelain cup.

These are the three antiques that Liu Yufeng found in an antique shop before, and he has always taken them with him, and handed them to Zhou Da Fat at this time.

"Huh? This is ...... The landscape of the Chinese painting master Xu Qifeng!"

Zhou Da Fat Man first opened the painting, looked at it for a moment, and said with some surprise.

"Mr. Zhou, how about this landscape map?" asked Liu Yufeng.

"Not bad!"

Zhou Da Fat nodded and said: "Xu Qifeng was a master of painting in the Republic of China, good at landscape figures, and this painting is a work of his early years. Xu Qifeng's painting skills gradually became successful in his later years, and that was his peak at that time. Therefore, the ink paintings painted by Xu Qifeng in his later years represent his artistic achievements. ”

According to the current market value, each of Xu Qifeng's works in his later years is worth more than three million. Of course, this early work is not worth the price. It is estimated that it is worth seven or eight hundred thousand at most!"

"What about this?" asked Liu Yufeng, pointing at Yu Pei again.

"This is a Hetian white jade jade pendant in the Qing Dynasty. ”

Zhou Da Fat put down the landscape painting, picked up the jade pendant and stroked it a few times, and sighed: "It's a pity that it's just mountain material, not the best seed material." But it's not bad, it's worth about 400,000. ”

"As for this last ......"

Zhou Da Fat picked up the porcelain cup and admired it for a while, and said: "This is a Jingdezhen Zodiac underglaze colored porcelain cup, which is a set of twelve. If it were a complete set, it would be worth more than two million, but now there is only a single porcelain cup, which can only be worth more than a hundred thousand. ”

"This is also very good," Liu Yufeng said: "When I bought it, it only cost tens of thousands of yuan." The three things added together cost 300,000. Mr. Zhou, do you want these three things?"

Zhou Da Fat Man laughed: "Yes, of course! Those who open an antique shop like me are most welcome to customers who sell antiques like Brother Liu." The total value of these three treasures is more than one million, but because it is a purchase, my bid cannot be so high. ”

"So be it...... I'll bid a million!Brother Liu, how do you feel?"

"Okay!"

Liu Yufeng nodded: "Mr. Zhou, these three treasures belong to you." ”

"Okay, little brother Liu is happy!"

Zhou Da Fat put the three antiques back into the brocade box, closed the lid, put the brocade box aside, and couldn't wait to say: "Little Brother Liu, the foreplay is done, it's time to have a dinner now." Tell me, what is the secret in that picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix? Is it the true work of Song Huizong?"

Liu Yufeng smiled and drank the tea in the cup, put down the teacup, and then took out the picture of the hundred birds towards the phoenix and spread it out: "Actually, I just found some clues, but I'm not sure, I'll study and study it now." ”

Zhou Da Fat Man rubbed his hands on the drawing paper of the Hundred Birds and Phoenix, and after a long time, he withdrew his hands and said disappointedly: "I still can't see anything famous." Little Brother Liu, what did you find?"

Liu Yufeng stretched out his right hand, rubbed the corners of the drawing paper with his index finger and thumb, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, don't you think that the drawing paper of this picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix is a little thicker?"

"The paper is thicker!"

Zhou Da Fat Man was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly rubbed his hand and found that it was indeed the case.

"If it is really the authentic work of Song Huizong, the royal paper, naturally the best should be used, and it is not surprising that the painting paper is thicker. ”

Zhou Da Fat Man said with some uncertainty.

"Drawing paper is about being moderately flexible, so it's not always better to be thicker. Even the best rice paper is not so thick. This painting of a hundred birds and a phoenix is as if two pieces of paper are glued together......"

Liu Yufeng said lightly.

"What? Two pieces of paper stuck together......"

Zhou Da Fat Man slapped the tea table suddenly, and stood up suddenly: "Two pieces of paper are glued together, two pieces of paper are glued together...... I see! It's a picture-in-picture, it's a picture-in-picture!"

Liu Yufeng had known this result for a long time, but he pretended to be at a loss at this time: "Mr. Zhou, what is a picture-in-picture?"

"Follow me!"

Zhou Da Fat Man trembled excitedly, his fat body swayed, and at a vigorous speed that should not belong to him, he picked up the hundred birds on the tea table and ran towards the other side of the office.

This side of the office is a sofa café that can receive guests.

In the other direction, a rectangular work table is placed.

There are a lot of large and small bottles and cans on the table, as well as some strange tools.

Zhou Da Fat Man spread the picture of the hundred birds and phoenixes on the work table, glanced at the bottles and jars, and immediately picked out a bottle, and poured one of the transparent liquids into an inkstone.

Subsequently, Zhou Da Fat picked out a thick brush from the tool, dipped it in liquid, and carefully brushed it on the picture of a hundred birds and phoenixes, brushing the whole picture all over.

Then, Zhou Da Fat Man poured out a lot of liquid, some of which were pale yellow in color and some had a pungent smell, and they were brushed on the picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix.

Even, Zhou Da Fat Man also sprinkled some fine white powder on the painting.

After waiting for about four or five minutes, the liquid on the painting gradually evaporated, and the whole painting began to become half-dry.

At this time, Zhou Da Fat took out a pen knife from the tool and carefully cut it slowly along the edge of the drawing paper.

Liu Yufeng stood aside and watched.

I saw that with the movement of the pen knife in the hand of the fat man of Zhou, the drawing paper of the hundred birds towards the phoenix began to rise from one corner and became two.

The top one is yellowish, and the bottom one is pure white.

Zhou Da Fat Man concentrated, the pen knife swam, and gradually uncovered the painting above.

An hour later.

Zhou Da Fat Man was sweating profusely, and he didn't care about wiping it, threw down the pen and knife, laughed and raised his hands flat, pinched both sides of the picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix, and held the painting in the air: "This is the real thing! Song Huizong's picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix has finally reappeared in the world today, haha...... It's really good, I'll just say, no matter the painting skills, seals, inscriptions, which one doesn't show that this painting is genuine!"

"It's ridiculous old man, I just think this is a fake picture! Wait until I take this painting, let him identify it again, and see if I am ashamed to kill this old man!"

(Note: Xu Qifeng, the master of Chinese painting in this chapter, is a fiction of the author.) ）