Treasure Hunting Divine Eyes

Li Mo walked into the living room and saw a stranger there, and he could probably guess his identity by looking at the nonchalant aura of the other person.

"Xiao Mo is here, I'm here to meet your Grandpa Wang."

"Hello, Grandpa Wang."

Li Mo hurriedly bowed respectfully.

Elder Wang looked at him with a somewhat invisible aura in his eyes, and met his eyes, but saw that his eyes were as calm as water, as if his heart was calm.

If it was someone else, he would have been too scared to stand up.

"Good boy."

Old Qin had a somewhat smug smile on his lips, and he didn't look at who he liked or who among his peers could compete with him.

It was not the first time he was praised by others, Li Mo showed a slight smile, showing no humility. Then he glanced at the painting on the table. It seemed that Mr. Qin should have been appreciating that painting just now, and he didn't know which famous artist it was.

He didn't take a close look at it, but he glanced through his eyes with different pupils, and suddenly saw a milky white halo projected from the painting, which turned into circles of light. More apertures also mean higher artistic value and market value.

"It's the work of a great god!"

Li Mo was curiously wanting to go over there to enjoy his eyesight, but he heard the young man behind Mr. Wang say in a somewhat provocative tone: "It is said that you have a nickname called fairy eye, no matter what kind of antiques you can look at. Distinguish between true and false. I brought a painting here today, I wonder if you can tell the truth from the false?"

Who are you?

Hearing the sound, Li Mo turned his head to look, and saw a trace of disdain on his face, was this a naked provocation? Since he was standing behind Mr. Wang, he must be a core disciple of the Wang family. He has seen a lot of dude disciples, but he hasn't caught sight of someone as arrogant as him.

"Zong Xun, what are you talking about?"

Mr. Wang is very dissatisfied with his performance. What he wants today is to be steady, to give people a big-scale mind and bearing. But now it seems that his grandson's performance is far inferior to Li Mo's performance.

"Xiao Mo, this is Wang Zongxun, the grandson of Mr. Wang, who is engaged in financial investment and has strong financial strength." Qin Jiaye introduced lightly at this time, especially the accent of "strong financial strength" accentuated, as if reminding him of something.

"Hello, Mr. Wang." Li Moke nodded politely to him, "The theory of fairy eyes is just a random name given to me by some friends. In fact, there are many experts who are better than me in the antique world. For example, Grandpa Qin , He is a great collector of calligraphy and painting, and I often ask him for advice if I don't understand."

"Let's talk about antique identification. If a fake antique is certified as genuine by a hundred experts, then the fake is also real. Similarly, if a genuine antique is certified as a fake by a hundred experts, there is no doubt that it is genuine. It has also become false. Therefore, what Mr. Wang said just now is true or false, it is just Miao’s biography.”

This is Elder Qin's home, and there is a big guy surnamed Wang. Li Mo felt that there was no need to argue with this stranger. To avoid being too harsh, it would embarrass the two elders.

Seeing Li Mo take a step back, instead of restraining himself, Wang Zongxun sneered and said, "Sure enough, the rumors are not credible."

Qin Lao didn't show any expression, but Qin Jiaye was very upset. My son-in-law is a person with a big structure, how can he have the same knowledge as this low-quality person. Just such a person, let alone the old man, even Siqi herself doesn't like it.

"Xiao Mo, this painting was found by Zong Xun in the market, why don't you palm your eyes too?" Mr. Qin stood at a different height, so he didn't pay much attention to the matter between the two juniors. At this time, I still want Li Mo to verify whether the painting is real or fake.

"Grandpa, what's the result of your appraisal?"

"Not sure."

Li Mo was suddenly surprised. Mr. Qin is a great collector of calligraphy and painting, and his eyesight is naturally extraordinary. Even he couldn't see it clearly, so the level of this painting must be very high. Yi Tong has seen it just now, and the painting on the table is 100% the work of a top calligraphy and painting master, and it has a history of nearly a hundred years.

"Grandpa, you don't know for sure, so I'll forget it." Li Mo smiled, and then asked curiously, "Mr. Wang, may I ask, how much did you pay for this painting?"

"It's not much money, 3.7 million. When I'm bored, I want to learn how to pick up leaks. It's just for fun." Wang Zongxun looked indifferent, maybe 3.7 million is really just a drizzle in his eyes.

Hearing this, Li Mo said with a strange expression on his face, "Mr. Wang, do you have any misunderstanding about the word 'picking leaks'?"

"What do you mean?"

"In the antique circle, picking up leaks represents a kind of strength. It means that the seller does not know the goods and sells the real thing as a fake, while the buyer knows the goods, but also buys the real thing as a fake and gets it at the lowest cost. You spend three Buying a painting for 1.7 million yuan is not a trick, but a gamble." "The seller is not sure, but he is also afraid of being picked up, so he offers a price that is neither high nor low, even if he loses the bet. The loss was terrible. The buyer seemed a little ridiculous. Since he was not sure whether it was true or not, he would never make a sale according to the normal way of doing things in the antique circle. So now it seems that Mr. Wang is not picking up leaks, you are just gambling .I want to remind Mr. Wang that gambling is scary."

"you..."

Wang Zongxun was almost so angry that Li Mo was turning a corner and despised him for not understanding and pretending to be coercive.

"Mr. Wang, don't be angry. In fact, when it comes to gambling, who in this world knows how to gamble better than me. I believe you also know about my past. I won a total of 60 billion from the Macau Island Casino. You With 3.7 million funds in the Odao Casino, I’m afraid it’s not even enough to buy a ticket to watch the game.”

Wang Zongxun's face suddenly became extremely ugly. Li Mo's battle more than two years ago had no public reports, but at their level it was difficult not to know. With a total of 60 billion funds, he slaughtered the six major European and American consortiums one by one, and finally forced those people to use big snipers and grenades to surround and kill him.

Speaking of gambling, this kid is the number one gambler in history, bar none.

Elder Qin glanced at Li Mo, not understanding why he would take the initiative to bring up the past. And Mr. Wang couldn't figure it out. Could it be that he was showing off his tendons to Zong Xun?

"Mr. Wang, since you like to gamble, how about we play a game today? I haven't seen that painting yet. If you want to resell it, you might as well make an offer."

"You want to buy my painting?" Wang Zongxun was completely confused by his coquettish operation. Don't you look down on me? Don't you despise me? Why do you want to bet with me now? do what?

The others in the living room were silent, they also wanted to know what Li Mo wanted to do.

"You can make an offer, and maybe I'll accept it."

Li Mo smiled, then sat on the sofa, poured himself a cup of tea in a relaxed manner, and slowly tasted it.

"Grandpa, just make a pot of Dahongpao for me. I'll take it to Beijing University to taste it carefully."

Wang Zongxun gritted his teeth angrily, and suddenly sneered and said, "I bought it for 3.7 million, and I will transfer it to you at a fair price. I would like to see if you are really interested in betting."

Li Mo put down his teacup, glanced at him, and then calmly took out his cell phone: "I'll call you right now."

In fact, this is no longer a dispute between two people, but two families. Li Mo showed weakness at first, because he didn't want to embarrass the two old men, so he took a step back. But Wang Zongxun forced him again, so it was no longer a matter of taking a step back. If you back down again, after today's news gets out, in the eyes of others, it's actually the poets and the Qin family who are giving in.

No matter how stupid or impulsive Wang Zongxun is, this is not where he is arrogant and rude. There must be something behind it that he doesn't know.

So Li Mo didn't retreat anymore, but fought back forcefully.

Wang Zongxun's expression changed, and then he also took out his mobile phone, and the two quickly completed the transaction. Qin Jiaye felt distressed, and really wanted to rush up to stop Li Mo, but that was three to four million dollars, and it just disappeared right in front of his eyes.

"Li Mo, that painting belongs to you. I hope your luck will be as good as ever."

"Thank you for your good words."

"Xiao Mo, don't you have class this afternoon?" Just when the atmosphere in the living room was discordant, Qin Sirui walked in slowly, holding a blue thermos cup in his hand.

Li Mo turned around to look, stepped forward to support her arm and said, "Why don't you sleep more?"

"I have to sleep several times a day, and I am almost turning into a pig." Qin Sirui said softly with a smile, "You are busy with work, so you don't need to come to see me every day. I am fine. Hello, Grandpa Wang. "

"Time flies so fast, the little girl back then is about to become a mother." Elder Wang sighed.

Qin Sirui smiled shyly, his face was full of happiness.

Li Mo walked to the table, rolled up the scroll, put his arms around Si Rui and said, "The house is so stuffy, but the weather outside is fine, let's go out for a walk in the alley."

"good."

After the two of them walked out of the living room, there was an undetectable gleam in Elder Qin's eyes. When Li Mo went out for a walk with Si Rui, he would take the painting away, which was clearly telling everyone that the painting was real.

As for how he made the conclusion, Mr. Qin believed that Li Mo had his own means, and for a true treasure appraiser, even a glimpse was enough for him to make a judgment.

"Xiao Mo, Si Rui, come back early, I'll ask Auntie to cook some soup for you." Qin Jiaye didn't forget to chase them out and call them.

The number of tourists coming and going in the alley has increased significantly. Si Rui is wearing a mask on her face and a fashionable hat on her head. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell who she is.

"Little Mo, why did you bring this painting out?"

"I bought it from the man surnamed Wang for 3.7 million. Why didn't I take it away. This is an authentic masterpiece of Mr. Zhang Daqian's pinnacle when he was young. It didn't cost 40 to 50 million at the auction." It won’t come down. You can get it for 3.7 million yuan, what’s the difference with the price of cabbage.”

"Is this the real thing?"

"I'll talk to you about this after I get back. By the way, what is the background of that old man?"

"It's the staff officer of the old leader of my grandfather. The Wang family's foundation is in Guangdi, and its strength is also very strong. I heard from my grandfather that his son, Wang Zongxun's father, is also a strong competitor in this year's major adjustment. The possibility of going up The biggest. It seems that I came here this time to match Wang Zongxun and Siqi's lifelong affairs, but Siqi found an excuse and didn't come back, probably because she didn't want to talk about marriage so early."

Li Mo only had a bit of recollection when he heard this. In this way, in fact, the Wang family, the Qin family, and the poets are essentially in a competitive relationship. At this time, Mr. Wang brought his grandson over, and he didn't know what purpose he had reported.

Forget it, anyway, I can't guess what those big shots really think.

"Let's go to the Hutong Cultural Festival over there, and we'll go back after their grandparents are gone."

The two walked around for almost an hour, and Li Mo received a call from Mr. Qin, telling them to go back to the courtyard as soon as possible.

As soon as he got home, Qin Jiaye dragged Li Mo to Elder Qin.

"Xiao Mo, that painting just now is really Mr. Daqian's original work? Can you see it clearly?"

Elder Qin asked eagerly. He had carefully appraised it before, and the level of that painting was different from the level of Zhang Daqian's paintings he knew.

Li Mo looked at the painting in his hand again, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, you really missed your sight this time. Normally, an artist will have one peak creative career in his life, but Mr. Zhang Daqian has three creations." The peak. The first creation peak was when he was in his twenties. At that time, his imitation ability can be said to be amazing. His imitation of Bada Shanren's paintings, Shi Tao's paintings, and even Tang Yin's paintings were enough Disguise the real."

"The second creation time should be around 1942. He was in Dunhuang at that time. He spent two and a half years copying. He has a very good understanding of lines and the expressiveness of paintings in the prosperous Tang Dynasty."

"The last creative peak was after he was sixty years old. At that time, he had diabetes, and his hands and eyes were definitely not as sharp as when he was young, so he figured out a new way. At that time, he went to Switzerland to see I went to the blue sky and white clouds in Switzerland, and then created that kind of splash color creation. Most of the works of Mr. Daqian, whose auction price exceeds 100 million yuan, are created by splash color. Although other creations are not so abnormally expensive, they are quite expensive. not simple."

Li Mo briefly talked about Zhang Daqian's historical information, and then pointed to the full-scale painting and said: "Grandpa, you can see that the brush and ink in this picture are very light and elegant, and the colors look very light, but the internal changes in the picture are very Rich. The combination of colors and inks has a magical overall effect, blending into one, and the effect is excellent."

Elder Qin couldn't help but nodded in approval.

"Let's look at his calligraphy again, which is different from his works in the middle and late period. This kind of calligraphy works has tremors in the brushstrokes, which is exactly in line with Mr. Zhang Daqian's experience of copying ancient paintings when he came to Shanghai in his early twenties. Look again The two seals on the back, one is "Zhang Ji" in regular script, and the other is "Daqian" in small seal script, both of which were carved by himself. At that time, he was omnipotent in poetry, calligraphy, painting and seal, so he must be Mr. Daqian in terms of level authenticity."

"Little Mo, you neglected the paper you used. It's snow-white and looks very new. If it's really a work from a hundred years ago, how could it be so new? This is the biggest doubt I'm not sure about."

Elder Qin looked at Li Mo, hoping that he could solve this doubt.

"Grandpa, take a closer look with a magnifying glass. The fibers of this paper are still very long. It was a relatively advanced machine-made paper at that time, and it was called Moon Palace Paper, so the paper still looks snow-white to this day."

Before Li Mo finished speaking, Elder Qin found a magnifying glass from the drawer of the sideboard, looked at it carefully for a while, and finally straightened up and let out a long sigh.