Otherwise, at the last auction, Chu Yun would not have seen the true face of the Jade Guanyin at a glance.

As a joke, I looked at a few of the vendors, most of which weren't as old as the kids playing on the streets.

At most, it's just a scam to deceive tourists on the street, and you can't get on the table.

Because what they imitate is so fake, even if it is a fake like the one they used to pit Zhao Hai, it is much better than what they sold.

After coming here, Song Qian's anger obviously decreased a lot, curiously looking at the antiques on the stall, and entering a few antique shops from time to time, it seems that Song Qian is very interested in this kind of antique.

"Chu Yun, when you were auctioned last time, didn't you see a Jade Guanyin, now you look at the antiques in the antique street, are there any that can be seen. Song Qian looked at Chu Yun curiously.

The last time Chu Yun saw the Jade Guanyin statue at a glance, the shock it brought to him was vividly remembered by Song Qian now, and it was clearly remembered in her heart.

"This is the place? Most of the antiques are fakes now, except for a few treasures that you can only come across with a good luck. ”

"As far as the stall we just passed by, the counterfeiting technology was extremely clumsy, except for a few large antique shops, the contents were slightly better. ”

"It's so hard if you want to find rare antiques here. Chu Yun said lightly.

Chu Yun wanted to continue to say something, but suddenly felt a strange feeling and stopped at the door of an antique shop.

There are a few antique paintings hanging in the store, and the smell of ink wafting from it.

"Chu Yun, what's wrong?" Song Qian asked curiously.

"Let's go in and have a look!" With that, Chu Yun directly pulled Song Qian and walked in.

"Maybe this store can surprise us a little. ”

The name of the antique shop is Wenxiang Pavilion, and those who don't know will think that this is a place that sells incense.

The interior of the store is simple but generous, but it is just an antique used to decorate the surrounding area......

It's a bit hard to put into words......

Chu Yun looked around and found that the store was full of fake and shoddy products, except for this incense and people, it was estimated that there was no real thing.

Could it be that I felt wrong just now, but I shouldn't.

"Chu Yun, what's wrong with this shop?" Song Qian asked strangely.

"Could it be that you have discovered some treasure?"

Song Qian's eyes were full of anticipation, the last time Chu Yun brought him a lot of miracles.

Now that Chu Yun passed by so many stores this time, but only entered this one, there must be something precious that attracted him.

"It's nothing, maybe I'm feeling wrong. Chu Yun shook his head in some disappointment and was about to leave.

I heard a man say unconvinced: "Why do you say that I am fake! ”

"Cut! Just like you, I don't know which garbage heap you picked up this painting from!" A boss in a Tang costume held a purple clay pot in one hand and a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking like a crepe.

"I'll sell 50,000 yuan for this painting, if you like to sell it or not, if you don't sell it, you will pull it down. ”

"I'll tell you the truth, I can't sell this painting for much if I buy it, if you don't believe me, go to other places and ask!" The owner of the antique shop was obviously angry, and said angrily: "What is the picture of Lushan Mountain viewing the waterfall! Who believes it! Even if it is true, this painting cannot be on you!"

As soon as these words came out, the person who said that he wanted to sell his paintings became entangled in the same place, hesitating, and looking hesitant.

"Lushan Waterfall View, isn't this Tang Bohu's painting?" Chu Yun's heart moved, if this painting is real, it is a good gift.

He is the most famous painter of the Ming Dynasty and a master of painting.

It is one of the four families of the Ming Dynasty, one of the four families of Wumen, and one of the four most famous talents in the south of the Yangtze River.

Tang Bohu's paintings are rarely famous in years, and the style of painting is changeable, there is no regularity, and the painting time cannot be calculated from the painting style alone.

He is especially good at landscapes, figures, flowers and birds, freehand paintings, etc.

Each of his paintings is incomparably precious, could it be that the strange feeling in his heart just now was brought to him by the painting in his arms?

"Excuse me, can you lend me a look at this painting?" Chu Yun suppressed the excitement in his heart and walked over quickly.

"Do you want to see it, okay! I'll show you, and if you like it, I'll sell it to you!"

With that, the middle-aged man walked over to the table and spread out the painting.

This painting covers an area of about four feet, and it is only in the way of a vertical scroll that uses the Lushan Waterfall as the base sketch to take in the scenery in the field of vision.

It gives people the feeling of looking at the whole picture, and the local details are also very good, and you can even see the half-waisted thatched hut, as well as the literati reading a book in the thatched hut.

Moreover, this painting cleverly adopts the method of painting with a gradient of shades, which makes the whole painting look more layered.

Although his paintings are made of ink, he uses his superb painting skills to make the colors gorgeous.

When he saw the back, Chu Yun realized why the owner of this shop would say that this painting was fake.

Because the traces of this painting look a little shallow, like a novice made, not at all like a master's work.

A true master would not paint like this at all.

Seeing Chu Yun's careful observation, the middle-aged man instantly felt that there was a way, and a flash of joy flashed in his eyes.

Just as Chu Yun was observing the paintings, the owner of the shop noticed Song Qian beside Chu Yun.

Such a beauty must be the focus everywhere, and when I was on the road just now, many people were demented.

What's more, the owner of the antique shop could see at a glance that Song Qian had an extraordinary temperament, which was not something that ordinary people could cultivate at all.

And the clothes on her body are worth more than everything in her store.

This is obviously the fat sent to the door, and at this time, I am sorry for myself if I don't take a hard bite.

This kind of rich second generation is the best to fool, if you can speak well and please the beauties, wouldn't it be better.

When the boss looked at Chu Yun again, there was a hint of disdain in his eyes, but he had a good skin, probably with the beauty, and wanted to show his hand in front of her, pretending that he knew how to paint.

This kind of beauty should be with him, what future can he have with this kind of kid, does he know how to appreciate it?

"Hello, I am the owner of this shop, my name is Ji Yang. The boss coquettishly cut his hair, stretched out a hand, and said.

"You can look at whatever you like, as long as you open your mouth, I will find a way to help you find the antiques you like. Ji Yang smiled all over his face.

This kind of fat sheep can't let go easily, as for the young man, let him look at it casually, it's just a fake painting anyway, and he can't make much money.