Antiques with golden eyes

"Then, then, then maybe..." Fan Shigui was stunned for a while before he stammered, "Maybe this seal was stamped by Tang Yinzhong after he learned about the Yuan Dynasty."

Shen Yu nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood. He suddenly had the urge to pick up the magnifying glass on the table and take a look at Fan Shigui.

Is this guy human? How can he be so thick-skinned?

"Okay! Look at the folding fan in the hands of this man in official uniform.

"After magnifying the fan with a mirror, it has a square head and wide ribs, which are fourteen levels of fan ribs.

"Do you understand the fan bone? It's the bamboo wood in the fan.

"Fourteen-level folding fans became popular in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. The biggest flaw in this painting is the words on the folding fans."

"Are there words on the folding fan?" Fan Shigui exclaimed. He looked at the painting more than ten times before buying it, but he didn't even notice that there were words on the fan of the character in the painting.

Shen Yu replied coldly: "If so, wouldn't you know if you look in the mirror?"

Picking up the magnifying glass on the table and taking a look, Fan Shigui was immediately dumbfounded.

At first I thought the two black spots were ink without looking carefully, but when I looked at them with a magnifying glass, they turned out to be four characters.

On the left is "Chongzhen" and on the right is "Hunting the Sky", which is small but true.

In shock, Fan Shigui heard Shen Yu's voice again, "Tang Yin was born on the fourth day of February in the sixth year of Chenghua and died on December 2 of the second year of Jiajing. He was the most talented man in the middle Ming Dynasty.

"And Chongzhen is the reign name of Zhu Youjian, Sizong of the Ming Dynasty. There is a difference of more than a hundred years between the two. How could Tang Bohu go to the late Ming Dynasty to paint a picture of "Ancient Temple in the Deep Mountains"? This is four falsehoods."

"It's over, the money is used to feed the dogs. The pretty boy in front of me is right. The paintings are 100% fake. It's true that there are no deceitful people despite the great reputation. Lord Tiger has no grandsons."

The small words on the folding fan made Fan Shigui's heart completely freeze. His whole body seemed to be drained of all his strength in an instant. He held the square table with both hands and froze.

He has no intention of telling Shen Yu that this was written by Emperor Chongzhen himself. If he had half hope that it was true just now, he can now basically conclude that this painting is a fake.

The word "hidden from the sky", which is so small that it cannot be seen clearly with the naked eye, is ironclad evidence.

Because no collector would do this to an authentic work, no matter how stupid he is!

As for why the word "hide the sky" was engraved on it, Fan Shigui had also heard about it. It was said that this was a family that was famous for forging calligraphy and paintings in ancient times.

This family of counterfeiters was passed down from generation to generation starting from the Chongzhen Dynasty of the Ming Dynasty, and disappeared until the end of the Qing Dynasty.

This family has conducted in-depth research on the ancient paintings of the Song, Yuan and Ming dynasties, and it is difficult to distinguish the copies they painted.

The other party is not entirely seeking money. He only sells a few paintings when he has no money, and will leave marks on trees, rocks, springs, palaces and pavilions, and even flowers, birds, fish and insects.

Young people who are new to collecting may feel that forgers who forge ancient paintings and leave marks on the paintings are simply a sign of madness. You said that you have made all the fakes and still leave flaws. Isn’t it a disease?

But Fan Shigui has been involved in the antique circle for 20 years, so he naturally knows it very well.

Counterfeiters in ancient times had a bad temper that modern people don't understand. They had an inexplicable sense of pride and would often deliberately leave a mark, or even several marks, on some of their favorite fakes.

It means that my craftsmanship has reached a stage where you can’t even see the flaws in my craftsmanship. Do you accept it?

Of course, another point is that if you are caught telling a flaw, you can leave yourself a way out.

After all, what do you say about calligraphy and painting copies? I have left flaws and you still can’t see them, so you can’t blame others for being blind.

Looking at Shen Yu who was wiping his sweat, Fan Shigui's heart suddenly became excited again, and there was still a remedy for the matter.

People are saying that the Zhongzhonglou's seal of appreciation was given to this boy. If he were to have a Zhongzhonglou seal of appreciation, he would be sure to sell the painting for a million dollars.

Thinking of this, Fan Shigui gritted his teeth, 60,000 yuan, he absolutely couldn't just throw it away, no matter what he said today, he had to make this painting "real".

"Cough, cough..."

After coughing a few times, Fan Shigui changed his expression and pretended to be impatient and said: "Don't mess around with me here. Although you are the grandson of Zhonglou, you are still a young boy in his twenties with poor eyesight. It’s really so bad that you can say that a good ancient painting is worthless. It’s really unreasonable.”

Fan Shigui's voice was very loud, and the quarrel immediately attracted the attention of a group of collectors and tourists in the market.

It is different from the antique stalls around that lay a piece of sponge on the bluestone and then cover it with a layer of red velvet.

Lao Liu's square table covered with green cloth already stands out from the crowd, not to mention it is embroidered with a big word "Jian" in red silk.

Shen Yu secretly sighed in his heart that Lao Liu was also a weirdo. There were so many people in the market who appraised objects, but no one did it so fancy.

Shoppers who had been visiting the antique street for a long time were conflicted when they saw Master Zhangyan's stall. It was most likely that he had caught someone's eye when he was appraising it.

Okay, now I saw the excitement, and the stall was immediately surrounded by water.

These people whispered to each other and pointed at Shen Yu and Fan Shigui.

But fortunately, these people were standing five or six meters away from the stall, otherwise the saliva would have sprayed into Shen Yu's face.

But even so, Shen Yu felt that the surroundings were airtight, and his T-shirt was sticky and clinging to his body, which was very uncomfortable.

Fan Shigui wanted this effect. He cupped his fists and shouted to the passers-by who were watching the excitement: "Dear friends from all over the world, please give me some perspective. This authentic painting of Tang Yin was handed down from the ancestors of my Fan family. This boy named Shen He actually said the painting was a fake.

"Not to mention my ancestors, even I, Fan Shigui, have been working in the flea market for 20 years. When did I get an eye shot? This person calls a real painting a fake one. Can I, old Fan, recognize it?"

Shen Yu frowned and scolded Fan Shigui for being mentally retarded. If you sell this painting quietly and sell it out, if you meet a rich person who doesn't know the art and wants to be arty, there is a high chance that it will be sold.

But if you publicize it so hard and everyone knows it, no one will buy it.

It is really rare for people to reach such a state.

To be honest, Shen Yu felt that if he did not have the special ability to appraise treasures, if he could identify this "Ancient Temple in the Deep Mountains" with his eyes alone, he would definitely think it was authentic at a glance.

If you watch it for more than ten minutes, you might notice something is wrong.

I continued to look for clues bit by bit, and I couldn't find them for hours at a time.

At this time, the passers-by who were watching had already sided with Fan Shigui. Sometimes it is really easy for the bad guy to complain first. After all, people sympathize with the weak.

"No, Tibetan friend, you can't just let it go."

"What? How dare you identify a real painting as a fake? Who gave him the courage? Overturned his table!"

"Hmph, you dare to come to the flea market to be a palm-eye master at such a young age? You really don't know how to live or die."

"That is, if people really make a mistake, I won't pay ten thousand to eight thousand, and this matter can't be done."

"Looking at his pretty face, he doesn't have any good intentions!"

For a while, the onlookers started shouting. Most of them were tourists who came to the flea market. They didn’t know what was going on and started making noises. Most of them looked like they were just watching the excitement, but they were afraid that the excitement was not big enough.

On the contrary, some stall owners in the flea market saw so many people surrounding Lao Liu's stall and wanted to come over and see what was going on.

But I couldn't squeeze in at all, and there was nothing I could do if I was in a hurry.

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