This black painting I bought for one million yuan is very small. If I follow the normal painting washing process, it can be finished in five minutes, but I don't care and keep washing it.
The secretary and driver of the coal generation brought me boiled water bottles and mineral water, so that I could continue to advance in my painting development career.
"Hey. Got it."
"It's white, it's white..."
"The water is out, the water is out. So much water..."
A group of people gathered around to watch the old men drinking water and shouting, which attracted countless people.
I was surrounded by three layers of people inside and three outside. Even the coal generation was squeezed close to me by the surging crowd.
After pouring hot water continuously for more than ten minutes, the entire black painting was completely soaked by the 80-degree warm water.
Various oil stains, stains and smoke stains smeared and adsorbed on the black paintings will naturally fall off under the action of hot water and turn into strands of sewage seeping out.
Every cup of hot water poured down will wash out a scene of pale yellow, red and black marks in the black painting.
"Huh."
"Um?"
"It's washed out."
"It's got a stamp on it. It's in the shape of a gourd."
"There's another poke. Square one."
"This tree is well drawn..."
"And what is this word? Qianlong?"
"I once read Du Fu's poems quickly, and I could only sigh in admiration..."
"That's a good word..."
"Why is this paper so strange? It doesn't even have any wrinkles..."
"It looks new. This paper must be fake."
The onlookers were chatting with each other, and the voices were getting louder and louder, attracting more people to watch.
Countless people squeezed their heads to squeeze in, and the scene gradually got out of control.
At this moment, a middle-aged man stared hard at the date washed out on the black painting, his eyes locked leisurely, his eyes bulging, and his hands pressing against the table had bulging veins.
Then, the middle-aged man took a deep look at me, immediately turned around and squeezed out of the crowd.
"What are you doing? You don't want to do the appraisal, right? You want the experts to wait for you, right?"
"If you don't want to do the appraisal, the door is over there, so hurry up and get out."
The middle-aged man in the crowd cursed and yelled: "The experts will get off work in one hour. Those who haven't finished reading should not come tomorrow."
After being shouted at by the middle-aged man, the onlookers and Tibetan friends immediately dispersed.
The middle-aged man glanced at me from afar, walked out quickly, and then closed the entrance, prohibiting outside Tibetan friends from entering.
As a steady stream of Tibetan friends in the hall were driven out of the exit, only Generation Mei and I were left in the entire hall.
Needless to say, the middle-aged man cleared the place first and then closed the door and beat the dog.
By this time, my painting was almost washed.
The scout leader dog has been discovered by me, and the next step is to use the ultimate trick.
The new brush I bought was brushing back and forth on the black painting. The layers of black water, sewage, dirty water, and yellow water were mercilessly crushed by the brush. They held the greatest resentment towards me, reluctantly and helplessly escaping out, dripping. Fall to the ground.
Hiss!
The sound of the coal-fired generation pumping air-conditioning came from the side.
The big head of the coal generation was stuck on my arm, staring at the black painting without blinking.
"Assistant Tong...this painting has turned white."
"It's amazing."
"It's really peaceful."
I raised my finger to signal the coal generation not to reveal my identity, threw the brush aside, and quickly pressed a stack of rice paper onto the black painting.
Seeing that the leading scout had left but not yet appeared, I deliberately delayed for several minutes until I caught sight of a few pairs of black leather shoes from the corner of my eye, and then I calmly picked up the rice paper.
Next, I deliberately used the roughest technique, grabbing the rice paper and dusting it hard on the painting.
In less than two minutes, the three pairs of black leather shoes and fur shoes arrived in front of me from three directions: southeast, north and south.
At this time, I was wearing a mask and carrying a snow cap, completely
I wasn't afraid that anyone would recognize me, so I kept pouring money in my hands.
"Hey, hey, which unit do you belong to? What are you doing here to wash paintings?"
"Look at yourselves, what a waste the land has become. Why don't you clean it up quickly?"
"Talk about you. If you are still doing it here, go to the first floor and ask the cleaning lady to get a mop. Otherwise, you will be fined."
The leader of the scouts showed up again and started yelling at me.
Obviously there is a mop in the bathroom on this floor, but the scout leader asked me to go to the first floor. This is to distract the tiger from the mountain.
As long as I go to the first floor, I have no chance to come back up.
The remaining coal generation is at their mercy.
I raised my head slightly and said something to resolve it easily: "I'll do it later. Why are you in a hurry?"
The leading scout dog quietly stepped forward with a look of dismay and was about to push me.
As if it had been rehearsed many times in advance, the next second an old man jumped out to play red face and stopped the leading scout with gentle words.
"Thunder Lord doesn't kill people. Let this master finish it first. Just ask the cleaners to clean up later."
As soon as the red-faced old man A finished speaking, another red-faced old man B also echoed: "It's nothing serious, you can go down first."
The lead scout pointed at me and cursed several times. After singing his part, he immediately stepped aside, ready to appear again at any time.
Immediately after the scene of the scout leader dog ended, another white-faced old man said to himself: "What is this painting about? Does it look like a fake or not, and is it new? Mr. Lin, come and take a look..."
After receiving the signal from the white-faced old man, Red-faced A and Red-faced B slowly approached me with their hands behind their backs.
At this time, I was still dusting the black paintings tirelessly, with one purpose: to disturb the other person's sight and prevent him from eating hot tofu.
My hands are fast and heavy. The red-faced A and B are a bit old and can’t stand it anymore.
However, for them, they only need to take a few glances at the developed painting to basically know what is wrong.
What a joke.
Among the three old men across the table, one is Lin Hongbin, a world-famous master of calligraphy and painting appraisal, and the other is Chen Huan, the great appraiser of Rongbaozhai.
The remaining white-faced old man has a greater background.
Luo Ji, the eminent expert of the Wenbo Anti-Smuggling Team.
Luo Ji, who was mad at me at the anti-smuggling team headquarters last time, didn't pay attention to me at all. The glasses he had put on earlier kept blinking as I dusted the drawings, but the eyes behind them were fixedly staring at me. Looking at the ancient painting that has been cleaned.
This is a picture of Hanbo.
