Urban Treasure Appraisal: My eyes see through everything

He has not seen Wang Xizhi's works, but Yang Feng has seen Li Bai's copying works before.

Although Wang Xizhi may not be as brilliant as Li Bai in history.

But it is definitely a strong stroke in the Chinese literary world.

How could this kind of person who is called a sage of books have such a faint aura in his works?

Yang Feng looked at it with his eyes and found that the light of this work was also very ordinary, and the real value was at most more than 10 million.

"What's going on?" Yang

Feng thought for a moment.

He wanted to use the pupil technique to backtrack.

But he was too far away from the auction to go back.

Looking at Xiang Shenghui next to him, he was already preparing to bid again at this time.

"One hundred million!" said

Xiang Shenghui.

Yang Feng hesitated for a moment, but still reminded in a low voice: "Don't buy it." Although

he didn't know who Xiang Shenghui was.

But I always feel that this guy doesn't look like a bad person, so I'm kind enough to remind him.

As soon as Xiang Shenghui finished bidding, he heard Yang Feng say this, and said very strangely: "Mr. Yang, is there anything wrong with this?"

He didn't understand.

However, his bid of 100 million yuan was quickly overshadowed by others.

Yang Feng also said at this time: "This is not like Wang Xizhi's work.

"Huh?"

Xiang Shenghui was a little confused.

His jade clearly felt the aura.

Moreover, there are so many seals of collectors of all dynasties on it, and they have been appraised by modern masters, how can it be fake?

Yang Feng shook his head and said, "This character is not Wang Xizhi's, and it is not very valuable to buy.

He reminded Xiang Shenghui.

At this point, Yang Feng didn't say anything more.

The rest looked at Sheng Hui and chose it himself.

At this time, Xiang Shenghui was a little hesitant.

That's what he's here for this time.

But Yang Feng let himself give up?

When he was doing psychological struggle, the bid gradually reached the ceiling.

"160 million!" was

another person who gave the price.

The rest fell silent.

Xiang Shenghui looked at Yang Feng, and finally said, "Mr. Yang, I believe in you."

His words made Yang Feng nod.

But at this moment, a young man's high-pitched voice came from the back row.

"A fake thing can be sold at such a sky-high price, it seems that the auction in Jiangcheng is at this level. The

young man's voice immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

Everyone looked at him and saw that it was a young man in his twenties, with a playful smile on his face at this time.

"What nonsense are you talking about, boy!" a

man rebuked in discontent.

They didn't know where this hustard boy came from.

Even Yang Feng was surprised.

But what amazed him was not the audacity of this man, but the fact that this man could recognize the falsehood of this thing.

The young man stood up, held his head high and said, "My name is Liu Yi."

His calm words made many people present gasp.

They've all heard the name.

Even Xiang Shenghui was surprised, and said, "He is Liu Yi

?" "What, is this person very famous?"

Yang Feng asked strangely.

Xiang Shenghui didn't expect Yang Feng to know, and whispered: "This is a ruthless character, it is the young master of the Liu family in the capital, it is said that he has practiced with ghost hands since he was a child, and the identification of antiques, calligraphy and paintings is a must, and he has kicked several auction halls in a row some time ago." Yang

Feng didn't expect that there would be such a person.

Look at Liu Yi at this time.

His face was full of regret, and he said sarcastically: "It's a pity, the entire Jiangcheng is flooded with a bunch of fakes, and you people who are bargaining are always so deceived, I really can't bear it."

There was a deliberate hint of regret in his expression.

It seems that they all feel sorry for the people who are present.

At this time, the auctioneer was already a little old-fashioned.

In the background, at this time, an old man rushed out and said angrily to him: "Boy, you shut up for me!"

This old man is the owner of this Wang Xizhi calligraphy.

He originally wanted to find a good buyer for this thing, but he didn't expect Liu Yi to come out as such a nonsense boy.

Liu Yi glanced at him and quipped: "What, it was exposed that you were angry and ruined?"

"You! you!"

The old man was angry and said, "Then you should tell me what is wrong with my painting!"

This is also what dozens of people at the auction site want to hear.

Liu Yi walked to the auction table with a smile, glanced at the calligraphy and paintings on the table, and said, "It seems that you are not bad, or you can't recognize yourself." "

What do you mean?!"

"This calligraphy, although it is imitated very similarly, is a pity, and the fake is the fake.

Liu Yi smiled and said: "Look at the stamps on it, there are collectors of the Ming Dynasty, and then the stamps of the Qing Dynasty, but you don't seem to know about the stamping hobby of these collectors."

"Naturally, I know them, and they are all historical collectors.

"But do you know that they are not Wang Xizhi's lovers, but in the history books, they often talk about another name?"

Liu Yi asked rhetorically.

Those present were still puzzled.

Liu Yi shook his head and said with a disappointed face: "It seems that you really don't know that the calligrapher they often talk about is named Feng Chengsu."

"What?!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces were shocked.

Why don't they know Feng Chengsu?

He was a master of copying in the Tang Dynasty, and Lan Tingxu was copied by him.

Could it be that Liu Yi meant ...... by this

The people present suddenly suffered cardiac arrest and realized something.

Liu Yi smiled and said, "That's right, this calligraphy was actually written by Feng Chengsu, but it imitated Wang Xizhi's style when he wrote it, and finally passed it down through the copying of later generations."

"You ......

" "Those seals were stamped by collectors of previous dynasties for Feng Chengsu, and they have long seen that this is not Wang Xizhi's calligraphy." If you don't believe it, you can compare the handwriting of the two again, and the poems in this calligraphy are by no means Wang Xizhi's style. Liu

Yi's words were categorical.

Let everyone present take out mobile phone pictures one after another, looking for the handwriting of Wang Xizhi and Feng Chengsu.

I don't know if I don't compare.

In such a comparison, they really felt that this thing was closer to Feng Chengsu's style than Wang Xizhi.

"What did this kid say...... It's true!"

Several masters of playing ancient calligraphy and painting were a little unbelievable at this time.

This kid is really crazy capital.

Liu Yi didn't pay attention to everyone's boasting about him.

His eyes looked at Yang Feng who was sitting in the front row at this time.

"Boy, you don't seem to be like them.

Liu Yi's eyes flashed with fine light.

Yang Feng was suddenly named, and said a little helplessly: "You know me?" "

I don't know, but you are the only one here who recognizes that this is not Wang Xizhi's calligraphy."

Liu Yi's words shocked everyone.

Besides Liu Yi, there was anyone else who had such a vision?

They looked at Yang Feng and found that he was different from Liu Yi.

This young man is very introverted.

"It's just luck.

Yang Feng replied calmly.

Liu Yi didn't believe it, because he listened to it in the back row, and asked domineeringly: "Who is your master?