Anyone who knows something about Chinese realistic ancient paintings will know this problem well.
The painting "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" contains everything. Even the small sampans and tiles of the buildings at that time are clearly drawn.
In the picture of Han Xizai's night banquet, you can even find the actual wine utensils and wine glasses.
In the picture of fishing alone on Hanjiang River, you can clearly see even the old fisherman’s fishing reel.
In the picture of the market playing with babies, you can directly see hundreds of kinds of children's toys during the Southern Song Dynasty!
In this 13-meter-long Autumn Hunting Picture of the Golden Family, there are more than 700 people, hundreds of horses and prey animals, plus Haidongqing, but there is not a single Privy Porcelain and Yuanqinghua.
I don’t even fucking believe it!
The atmosphere at the scene became increasingly depressing and heavy.
"Does Xu Hanlin not believe what I say? If not, why don't you always go and look for me again?"
"By the way. Mrs. Wang has a magnifying glass. You can borrow it."
My words made Xu Chunxiang even more embarrassed. His well-maintained face turned white visibly.
"Mr. Ning Chengning, Master Liu Yicong, Huang Guanyang Huang Institute, and other masters, you can help Xu Hanlin look for it."
"You don't have much time left."
After hearing my words, the masters were even more embarrassed.
Many people are filled with hatred and helpless.
Many people hate me and are helpless.
Ning Cheng, who was called by me, turned his head silently, while Liu Yicong even pretended to be stubborn and bent down to serve the old mean man.
Huang Guanyang was embarrassed.
I stood there looking at my senior uncle for a while, my second-armed junior brother for a while, and the Autumn Hunting Picture for a while, but refused to respond directly to my question.
Of course, the most embarrassing person is the real owner Xu Chunxiang.
If you can't answer, it means that this painting is fake!
If it is false, it naturally means that Xu Chunxiang loses.
If Quanhanlin loses, the consequences...
Self-explanatory!
It doesn't matter if Xu Chunxiang loses, it doesn't matter if he kowtows. What really kills him is this fake painting!
That is the national treasure given to the headquarters by Mr. Long!
The Long family actually bought fake paintings and gave them to the headquarters...
If word of this gets out...
The Long family is probably going to be finished!
Especially on such an important occasion as today, where can I put the old face of the Long family?
Do you still want the majesty and prestige of the Long family?
All of China must be blown up!
Seeing Xu Chunxiang's confused and ashamed look, everyone felt that something was wrong. Many people with strong warnings quietly evacuated the scene of the incident and stayed away from the flames of war.
"Xu Hanlin. Xu Hanlin..."
At this moment, Liu Yifan could no longer sit still and called Xu Chunxiang.
Seeing that Xu Chunxiang still didn't respond, Secretary Ran Da was also a little panicked and winked fiercely at Liu Yifan.
"Master Tong, why are you panicking? Didn't you see Xu Hanlin thinking?"
I sneered at Liu Yifan: "I'm not panicking. I'm not in a hurry either. There are still twenty-five minutes until the meeting. My master hasn't walked on the red carpet yet. Although my dog is hungry, he still has to wait for his master to come and throw the bones." What am I in a hurry for?"
Liu Yifan's face changed drastically, and he was furious, but he didn't dare to swear in front of hundreds of people.
This time, I completely offended Liu Yifan to death. It also made Liu Yifan hate me to the core.
The people from the on-site headquarters and other units witnessed this scene with their own eyes and were deeply impressed by me, while they shook their heads and said nothing to Liu Yifan.
The sneers in the eyes of these people fell on Liu Yifan, who was so angry that he was about to explode.
But Xu Chunxiang didn't respond for a long time, so Liu Yifan had no choice but to go to Xu Chunxiang's side and shout loudly.
Maybe this cry had an effect, Xu Chunxiang refuted me loudly: "Master Tong, you don't need to consider this question. Among Yuan paintings, I have never seen any physical examples of Yuan blue and white porcelain."
I somewhat admire Xu Chunxiang's cheekiness than the city wall.
At the same time, he was also full of contempt for this quasi-Hanlin master.
After receiving Xu Chunxiang's prompt, Ning Cheng immediately jumped out and beat me up, "Master Tong. Could you please tell me, that Yuan Ming painting contains examples of Privy porcelain and Yuan blue and white?"
What Xu Chunxiang and Ning Cheng said is true.
Even though the Jin family had so many court painters during the Yuan Dynasty, there are still no physical examples of Yuan blue and white and Privy porcelain.
If there were, there would be no scandal that future generations would not be able to recognize Yuan Qinghua.
This is indeed true.
The first discoverer of Yuan blue and white was Hobson, an expert on ancient Chinese ceramics from the Shitstick Museum. In 1928, he published an article called Blue and White Porcelain before the Ming Dynasty, but unfortunately it did not cause much response at the time.
The other is John Pope, a researcher at the Freer Museum of Fine Arts.
In 1954, John Pope wrote two books after visiting the Royal Museum of Husky Country, announcing to the world the birth of Yuan Qinghua!
It was in that year that archaeologists and appraisers in China learned about Yuan blue and white.
Although what Xu Chunxiang and Ning Cheng said was correct, they answered the wrong question.
But unfortunately, Xu Chunxiang still thought that he had troubled me.
"Master Tong. Just say it. You have nothing to say now."
Seeing that I didn't respond, Xu Chunxiang became even more aggressive. He pointed at me and barked in front of everyone: "Master Tong, why don't you speak? Say goodbye to the ink quickly. You don't have much time left."
"How dare you question Mr. Long Zhinan's vision. Who are you?"
I just stood there, quietly listening to Xu Chunxiang's impassioned speech and watching his poor acting skills.
The less I spoke, the more energetic Xu Chunxiang became, and the more unpleasant he became when he lit up his cigarette and cursed at me.
The people next to me didn’t hesitate to join the battle group and criticized me verbally.
"Do you know how much Mr. Long Zhinan paid for the return of this painting?"
"There are so many experts and masters who are all talking about it, but you want to be independent? Do you really think that you can do whatever you want because you are a five-time champion? We will not tolerate you."
"What kind of bullshit five-time champion? It's probably because of cheating. It's just an appearance, not worthy of the name."
"What do you say to such a person? Call your headquarters disciplinary supervisor to come over and take him away."
"Famating Xu Hanlin, questioning authority, slandering President Long, and slandering President Zhi Nan. Any one of these can ruin his reputation."
"It's too easy for him to be ruined. It doesn't matter what day it is. We must send this daring beast to step on the sewing machine and give him a taste of the iron fist."
"Yes. That's it. It has to be this way."
"If we don't deal with him, it won't be enough for the people to be angry!"
One stone stirs up a thousand waves.
The sound in the small hall No. 3 was like the most violent tide in August, and every drop of the wave hit me with the most indignant hatred.
