Li Mo shook his head and walked out. There was no point in soaking in the hot spring anymore. Anyway, it's already noon. Let's go out to rest and have something to eat. Then we can come in after they leave.
"Who are these people? How could grandpa make friends with such a guy? Little sister, no one even bothers to pay attention to your good intentions." Qin Siqi pointed at Li Mo's leaving back, angrily.
"Siqi, you accompany my little sister to soak in the hot spring first, and I'll go out for a while."
"Brother, are you going to trouble him?"
"Shut up. I'll go talk to him. He's a very interesting guy."
Li Mo changed his clothes and walked to the restaurant to get some food. Before he had eaten a few mouthfuls, a man sat across from him. His plate was filled with food, mainly meat.
"Introduce yourself, Qin Sijun."
"Li Mo."
"My sister has a bad temper. I haven't been able to do anything about her for so many years. But your temper is better than I thought, and you are good at cultivating your energy."
"My elders often remind me that fighting with wise people will make you look stupid. Fighting with fools will not do any good except lowering your IQ. It's thankless for both sides, so why bother fighting."
Qin Sijun was stunned for a moment and then said with a smile: "Being able to listen to the words of your elders shows that you are a wise man. What if you can't hold it back?"
Li Mo put down his fork and said calmly: "So I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child. The power of my hands is more intimidating than my mouth. But don't worry, I won't do anything to women. Well...if I do, please go Don’t bother me by finding problems with her.”
Qin Sijun gave him a thumbs up, poured him another glass of water and said, "I want to apologize to you for my sister. She is evil-mouthed but not evil-hearted. It can be seen that you are a true lover."
Li Mo glanced at the calluses on his hands: "Soldier?"
"The leader of the field force, I'm on family leave these days. I just returned to Jinling from my grandpa in Kyoto yesterday. He told me a lot about you. My little sister came over today. I thought I haven't seen you for two years. After passing her, we will make an appointment to come over and soak in the hot springs together."
This Qin Sijun was open and honest, and Li Mo had a very good impression of him.
"You didn't go to the hot springs just to come here to apologize for your sister?"
"This is one, and the other is that I think it is more meaningful to have a full stomach."
Li Mo agreed with his idea, lowered his head and started eating in silence.
"I have a question for you. Grandpa said that you are very knowledgeable in the appraisal of porcelain and jade. How about calligraphy and painting?"
"That's the old man's great love for me. In fact, I'm not as good as you think. I'm a little bit involved in calligraphy and painting, I don't dare to say I'm proficient. What, are you busy?"
Qin Sijun's face showed a trace of embarrassment, and he was a little embarrassed to open his mouth.
"You're not afraid of bullets and bullets. What else are you afraid of?"
Li Mo saw that he was unnatural.
Qin Sijun smiled awkwardly and said, "Actually, I have a painting in my hand and I want you to help me take a look."
This was strange to Li Mo. Mr. Qin was a big collector of calligraphy and painting, and he had a certain authority in this area. Aunt Qin works in the Cultural Protection Bureau, so she naturally knows many appraisal experts. She has so many good resources at home, so why are you asking me for help?
Seeing the doubt in his eyes, Qin Sijun scratched the back of his head and said: "I have also found a few experts, but that painting is quite special, and there is no conclusion yet. Grandpa said that your identification method is quite special, and maybe there is a way to identify it. The true situation."
It turns out that experts have already conducted appraisals, but there are no results.
Li Mo thought for a moment before saying, "No matter how good I am, I can't compare to those experts, but I'm curious about what kind of painting that is."
Qin Sijun took out his mobile phone, opened a picture, and handed it to Li Mo.
"This is a high-definition photo I took. You can understand what's going on when you see it."
Li Mo looked carefully and saw that this painting was "Picture of Plum Blossoms and Bamboo Under the Moon", with a poem title: The sky is full of smoke, and the moonlight is falling like plum blossoms.
There is Shi Tao's signature on the back.
The painting features a bamboo and a plum blossom, a handsome and handsome man, innocent and refreshing.
This is Shi Tao's painting, a typical flower art style.
But the most critical seal of this painting has become blurred for some unknown reason.
The problem lies here.
Li Mo put down his mobile phone and said: "Because the seal has become like a paste and cannot be distinguished clearly, there are three situations for this painting. In the first situation, the painting is completely fake, the name is Shi Tao, the seal is someone else, and it is not worth a penny. From the picture It seems that this possibility is extremely small.”
"In the second case, the seal is also from Shi Tao and is authentic."
"In the third case, the seal is Shi Tao, which is a forgery."
"No wonder Grandpa said you were born with golden eyes. You can see the key points at a glance."
Li Mo shook his head and said: "I have seen it, and those experts have told you about it. Young Master Qin, this "Bamboo Plum Painting under the Moon" is difficult to identify. You'd better ask someone else to do it. I'm at my wits' end."
Qin Sijun sighed softly. This was not the answer he wanted to hear, but it was also the result of his mental preparation.
"Tell me about the origin of this painting."
Qin Sijun said while eating: "To tell you the truth, this painting was left by my ex-girlfriend."
"Young Master Qin, if this 'Picture of Bamboo Plums under the Moon' is really Shi Tao's original work, it would be worth at least tens of millions. Your ex-girlfriend was pretty good to you."
"I'm not afraid of being laughed at by you. I was so obsessed with that woman when I was a freshman. In order to help her study abroad, I even stole one of my grandfather's paintings. It sold for more than 8 million at the time. I originally thought that she would return to China if she achieved academic success, but in the second year I just sent this painting and said that she would never come back, so this painting should be regarded as compensation to me.”
Qin Sijun's mouth showed a wry smile.
"The feeling of being teased and betrayed almost made me collapse. It was all caused by my youth, so I stopped studying and enlisted in the army."
"Why do we need to figure it out after it's been so long?"
"This is probably my last obsession with her. I want to find out whether this painting is true or false."
Li Mo had finished finishing the plate. He stood up and said, "Being too persistent about some things is a kind of torture for yourself. Just look at it."
The buffet here is not bad, let's go get something delicious.
Seeing that he did not return to Yuanlai's seat, Qin Sijun knew that he had a grudge, so he took a few bites and left the restaurant.
In the VIP hot spring private room, Qin Sirui's face turned red, and his eyes narrowed in comfort. Qin Siqi was in similar condition and was drowsy.
Qin Sijun pushed open the door and walked in, entering a pool with a higher water temperature.
"Brother, what did you talk to Li Mo about?"
Qin Sirui opened his eyes and turned around to ask.
"I wanted to ask him to help me identify the painting, but after seeing it, he said it was difficult to identify it clearly. That's true. Several experts couldn't do it, so what can he do?"
"Did he really say that?"
"Well, these are his exact words."
Qin Sirui straightened up at this time and said with clear eyes: "Li Mo just said that it is difficult to identify clearly, not that there is no way to identify it."
"Brother, I think Li Mo must have a way."
Qin Sijun thought for a moment, patted his head, climbed out of the hot spring pool and rushed out. He was careless and did not hear the underlying meaning of his words.
