Rebirth Picking Leaks Started in 1992

Chapter 405

As soon as the treasure master saw the old man, he smiled and said:

"If I read correctly, the senior is Master Li Heng from the Jiangdu Antiques Association, right?"

The old man nodded and his eyes fell on the beautifully framed "Xu Beihong Painting" on the table.

Just by taking a glance, he was sure that this painting was most likely real because it was so good.

"Can I get my hands on it and take a look?"

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded, "Welcome Mr. Li to appreciate it."

Li Heng excitedly took out his gloves from his pocket and put them on, then carefully picked up the painting and looked at it carefully.

Jiang Yuan did not leave, he folded his hands on his chest and stood watching.

When Zhang Wengang saw Jiang Yuan like this, he suddenly said in confusion:

"Is there something wrong with this painting?"

Jiang Yuan nodded, "There is indeed a problem."

The middle-aged man suddenly became angry when he heard Jiang Yuan's words.

"Boy, I just didn't let you appreciate it. Do you need to belittle this treasure of mine? I think you just can't eat sour grapes!"

Jiang Yuan said 'hehe' and said nothing more.

At this time, when people around heard that Xu Beihong's paintings appeared, they also gathered around.

The middle-aged man looked proud. This painting was his most precious collection. He spent most of his fortune to get it. Even his wife was not allowed to touch it on weekdays.

"Wow, it's really "Spring Plowing" by Mr. Xu Beihong!"

"This painter is amazing!"

"Yes, I once had the honor to see an authentic painting by Xu Beihong. The exquisiteness of the brushwork is exactly the same!"

"If I can collect a painting like this in my life, it will be worth dying for!"

"My God, how much is this painting worth? Master Bao is really amazing!"

When the middle-aged man heard the admiration of these onlookers, he immediately smiled and clasped his fists, "This painting is destined to me, and I got it with great difficulty."

While speaking, the middle-aged man glanced at Jiang Yuan proudly, meaning you see so many people praising me, but you still have the nerve to say that my painting is fake?

Jiang Yuan looked at it with a smile and said nothing.

At this time, Li Heng suddenly frowned and put the painting in his hand on the table, then turned around and planned to leave.

The middle-aged man was a little stunned, so he left now? No comments? No praise? Don’t you want to ask yourself if you have any thoughts on transfer? Don’t spend money on yourself?

This is Xu Beihong’s authentic work!

So, the middle-aged man called out to Li Heng.

"plum

Sir, what do you think of this painting?"

Li Heng shook his head, "This painting... um..."

"Um?"

"Hmm~?"

Everyone was puzzled. This painting is so excellent. Isn't Li Heng a master? Why does it look so difficult to speak?

The middle-aged man continued to ask:

"Mr. Li, when I bought this painting, I spent half a million yuan on it."

"What do you think of the future appreciation space?"

This middle-aged man is actually quite accomplished in antiques.

He himself is a master of antiques, but in calligraphy and painting, he still cannot compare with Li Heng. After all, Li Heng is definitely the leading master in the country.

That's why middle-aged people will ask Li Heng, because Li Heng's valuation will be more accurate.

Li Heng thought for a while and said softly:

"If it is kept for another hundred years, it will probably be worth tens of thousands of dollars."

"Ten thousand yuan?" The middle-aged man was suddenly shocked.

People around him were also in disbelief.

Xu Beihong's painting? It's only worth ten thousand yuan? It cost half a million yuan when it was bought! What is the concept of half a million yuan? The working class will not be able to earn so much money in a hundred years! Another hundred years,

How many times should it be doubled?

Thousands of dollars? How is that possible?

"Haha," the middle-aged man laughed dryly, "Mr. Li is really funny."

"I'm not humorous at all," Li Heng sighed, "The current value of this painting...how to put it, it's just that the painter is worth a little money."

"One hundred and eighty yuan."

"One hundred and eighty yuan?" The middle-aged man's jaw almost dropped to the ground, and a look of displeasure appeared on his face.

"Mr. Li, I respect you and that's why I agree to your appreciation."

"Isn't it a little too much for you to belittle my baby by saying these words now?"

Li Heng shook his head, "Then I won't say anything."

"Just think of me as a slap in the face."

After Li Heng said that, he turned around and left.

Zhang Wengang looked up at Jiang Yuan with surprise on his face.

Li Heng looked at it for a while before saying there was something wrong with the painting, but Jiang Yuan only glanced at it!

What does this mean? It means that Jiang Yuan’s attainments in antiques are much better than this master named Li Heng!

He truly deserves to be the number one person in the Binhai antique circle!

Zhang Wengang's heart ignited a fire again. He must worship Jiang Yuan as his teacher!

The middle-aged man was furious as he watched Li Heng walk away, and happened to catch a glimpse of a young man passing by.

He quickly shouted:

"Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Cong paused, looked over at the sound, and saw a middle-aged man surrounded by a crowd calling him.

Seeing that he was a stranger, Jiang Cong subconsciously didn't want to pay attention, but his eyes swept over Jiang Yuan who was standing in the crowd.

He walked over, passed through the crowd and stood in front of the middle-aged man, frowning and said:

"Is something wrong?"

The middle-aged man pointed at Xu Beihong’s ‘authentic work’ in front of him and said with a smile:

"It is said that Mr. Jiang is the number one among the younger generation in Jiangdu antique circle, and he will be able to become the next president of Jiangdu Antiques Association in the future."

"Mr. Jiang, don't you want to appreciate my authentic painting of Xu Beihong?"

Jiang Cong nodded and wanted to pick up the painting, but stopped and looked at Jiang Yuan with a smile:

"Aren't you one of the presidents of the Binhai Antiques Association? I might as well let you take a look first."

Jiang Yuan shook his head expressionlessly, "I've already seen it, this painting is fake."

Jiang Yuan said this very directly, without saving any face for the owner of the painting.

Who made this middle-aged man so rude?

At the same time, everyone was surprised when they heard that Jiang Yuan was actually one of the presidents of the Binhai Antiques Association.

First of all, no matter which antiques association you belong to, who can be the president, who has not been in the antiques circle for decades?

How can this young man in his twenties become the president?

It must have been through the back door, right?

"Binhai Antiques Association, is it the newly established Antiques Association? What a joke. Isn't it just a temporary establishment just to attend today's exchange meeting?"

"Hahaha! It's really a shame. I think there is no one in the Binhai Antique Circle, so they let such a young boy become the president."

Jiang Cong seemed to be very satisfied with the cynicism towards Jiang Yuan from the people around him. He glanced at the painting in front of him and couldn't help but nod.

If you look at the painter's skills and his brushwork, nine times out of ten it's an authentic work.

A flash of disdain flashed across Jiang Cong's face. It seemed that Jiang Yuan was not worthy of being compared with him.

He picked up the painting and looked closely at it.

But gradually, a look of doubt appeared on Jiang Cong's face.

He took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and looked at it for a while, his brows already knitted together.

Jiang Yuan asked expressionlessly at this time:

"How about it? Did I say it wrong? Is this painting fake?"

Although Jiang Cong wanted to make Jiang Yuan feel depressed, he couldn't find a reason now.

Helpless, he had no choice but to nod, "It's indeed not authentic."