Li Mo walked into the living room and saw a stranger there. Judging from the calm and confident aura on the other person's body, he could probably guess his identity.
"Xiao Mo is here, come here to meet your Grandpa Wang."
"Hello, Grandpa Wang."
Li Mo quickly bowed respectfully.
Mr. Wang looked at him with a somewhat invisible aura in his eyes. When he met his eyes, he saw that his eyes were as calm as water, and he seemed to be calm in his heart.
If it had been anyone else, he would have been too scared to stand.
"Good boy."
There was a somewhat proud smile on Mr. Qin's lips, and he didn't even look at who he liked, or who among his peers could compete with him.
This was not the first time he had been praised. Li Mo showed a slight smile and showed no humility. Then he glanced at the painting on the table. It seemed that Mr. Qin was appreciating the painting just now. He didn't know which famous artist it was.
He didn't get close to take a closer look, but when he glanced through the strange eyes, he suddenly saw a milky white halo transmitting from the painting, turning into circles of light. The larger the aperture, the higher the artistic value and market value.
"It is the work of a great god!"
Li Mo was curious and wanted to walk over to see the eye addiction, but he heard the young man behind Mr. Wang say in a somewhat provocative tone: "They say you have a nickname called fairy eyes, and you can see any antiques at a glance. Distinguish authenticity from fiction. I brought a painting here today, I wonder if you can tell whether it is true or false?"
Who are you?
Li Mo turned around and saw a trace of disdain on his face. Was this a naked provocation? Since he is standing behind Mr. Wang, he must be the core disciple of the Wang family. He has seen many dandy disciples, but one as arrogant as him has never caught his eye.
"Zongxun, why are you talking?"
Mr. Wang was very dissatisfied with his performance. What he wanted today was to be steady and give people a big-picture mind and bearing. But now it seems that his grandson's performance is far inferior to Li Mo's.
"Xiao Mo, this is Mr. Wang's grandson Wang Zongxun. He is engaged in financial investment and has strong financial strength." Qin Jiaye introduced lightly at this time, especially the accent of 'strong financial strength' seemed to remind him of something.
"Hello, Mr. Wang." Li Mo nodded politely to him, "The fairy eye 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 in the field of calligraphy and painting. Many times I ask him for advice when I don’t understand something.”
"Let's talk about antique appraisal. If a fake antique is authenticated by a hundred experts, then the fake one is also genuine. Similarly, if a genuine antique is authenticated by a hundred experts, it is undoubtedly genuine. It has also become false. So if what Mr. Wang just said is true or false, it is just Miao Chuan."
This is Mr. Qin's home, and there is a big boss named Wang. Li Mo feels there is no need to quarrel with this stranger. To prevent the words from being too harsh, it would make the two elders feel very embarrassed.
Seeing Li Mo take a step back, Wang Zongxun, instead of restraining himself, sneered and said, "Sure enough, the rumors are not credible."
Mr. Qin didn't have any expression, but Qin Jiaye was very unhappy. My son-in-law is a big-time person, how can he be so knowledgeable with such a low-quality person. Not to mention the old man who doesn't like this kind of person, even Siqi herself doesn't like him.
"Xiao Mo, Zongxun found this painting in the market, why don't you take a look at it too?" Mr. Qin was standing at a different height, so he didn't pay much attention to what happened between the two juniors. At this time, I still want Li Mo to identify whether this painting is real or fake.
"Grandpa, what is your identification result?"
"Not sure."
Li Mo was immediately surprised. Mr. Qin was a collector of calligraphy and paintings, and his eyesight was naturally extraordinary. Even he couldn't see it accurately, so the level of this painting must be very high. Yitong has seen it just now. The paintings on the table are 100% the work of a top calligraphy and painting master, and they have a history of nearly a hundred years.
"Grandpa, you can't tell, so I'd better forget it." Li Mo smiled, and then asked curiously, "Mr. Wang, I would like to ask, how much did you spend on this painting?"
"It's not much money, 3.7 million. I want to learn how to pick up leaks when I'm bored, just for fun." Wang Zongxun looked indifferent. Maybe 3.7 million is really just drizzle in his eyes.
Li Mo had a strange look on his face when he heard this and said, "Mr. Wang, is there any misunderstanding about the word 'picking up leaks'?"
"What do you mean?"
"In the antique circle, picking up leaks represents a kind of strength. It means that the buyer does not know the goods and sells the genuine items as fakes. The buyer knows the goods, but also buys the genuine items as fakes, and gets it at the lowest cost. You spend a lot of money Buying a painting for RMB 3.7 million is not picking up something, it’s gambling.” “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. You will lose miserably. And the seller seems a bit ridiculous. Since you are not sure whether it is true or false, according to the normal way of doing things in the antique circle, you will never take action. 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 very scary."
"you..."
Wang Zongxun was almost furious. Li Mo was despising him for pretending to be cool despite not understanding.
"Mr. Wang, don't be angry. In fact, when it comes to gambling, there is no one in this world who is better at gambling than me. I believe you also know my past. I won a total of 60 billion from the Aodao Casino. You The 3.7 million yuan invested in the Aodao Casino may not even be enough to buy a ticket to watch the game."
Wang Zongxun's face suddenly became extremely ugly. There was no public report on Li Mo's battle more than two years ago, but at their level, it was difficult not to know. With a total of 60 billion in funds, he slaughtered all six major European and American consortiums one by one. In the end, those people were so anxious that they even used snipers and grenades to surround and kill him.
When it comes to gambling, this guy is the best gambler in history, bar none.
Mr. Qin glanced at Li Mo and didn't understand why he wanted to bring up the past. And Mr. Wang couldn't figure it out. Was he exposing his tendons to Zongxun?
"Mr. Wang, since you like gambling, how about we have a game today? I haven't seen that painting yet. If you want to sell it, you might as well make an offer."
"You want to buy my painting?" Wang Zongxun was 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?
Everyone else in the living room was 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 half-heartedly, then sat on the sofa, poured himself a cup of tea leisurely and tasted it slowly.
"Grandpa, just make me a pot of Dahongpao. 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 want to see if you are really interested in betting."
Li Mo put down the teacup, glanced at him, and then calmly took out his mobile phone: "I'll call you the money now."
In fact, this is no longer a fight between two people, but a fight between 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 we continue to back down, when word spreads about this today, in the eyes of others, the Shi family and the Qin family will actually be giving in.
No matter how stupid, stupid or impulsive Wang Zongxun is, this is not the place for him to be arrogant or rude. There must be something behind this that he doesn't know about.
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 heartbroken. He really wanted to rush forward and stop Li Mo. That was three to four million dollars, and it was just gone before his eyes.
"Li Mo, that painting belongs to you. I hope your luck is as good as ever."
"Thank you for your kind words."
"Xiao Mo, don't you have classes this afternoon?" Just when the atmosphere in the living room was disharmonious, Qin Sirui walked in slowly, holding a blue thermos cup in his hand.
Li Mo turned around, stepped forward to hold her arm and said, "Why don't you sleep more?"
"You have to sleep several times every day, and you are almost turning into a pig." Qin Sirui smiled softly and said softly, "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, and the little girl back then is about to become a mother." Mr. Wang said with emotion.
Qin Sirui smiled shyly, his face full of happiness.
Li Mo walked to the table, rolled up the painting, then hugged Sirui and said, "It's stuffy in the house, and the weather outside is good. Let's go out and walk in the alley."
"good."
After the two of them walked out of the living room, Mr. Qin's eyes showed an unnoticeable glint. Li Mo took the painting away when he accompanied Sirui for a walk. This was clearly telling everyone that the painting was real.
As for how he made the judgment, Mr. Qin believed that Li Mo had his own methods. For a true treasure appraiser, even a glimpse was enough for him to make a judgment.
"Xiao Mo, Sirui, you guys come back early and I'll ask Auntie to make some soup for you to drink." 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. Sirui 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.
"Xiao Mo, why did you bring this painting out?"
"I spent 3.7 million to buy it from the man surnamed Wang. Why didn't I take it with me? This is an authentic work of Mr. Zhang Daqian's peak when he was young. If it goes to auction, it would be impossible to get it without 40 to 50 million. If it doesn’t come down, you can get it for 3.7 million, what’s the difference between it and the cabbage price?”
"Is this an authentic work?"
"I'll talk to you about this in detail when I get back. By the way, what's the background of Mr. Wang?"
"He is the consultant of the old leader grandpa. The Wang family has its foundation in Guangdi and is very strong. I heard grandpa said that in this year's major adjustment, his son, Wang Zongxun's father, is also a strong competitor. There is a possibility of going up. The biggest. It seems that I came here to arrange a lifelong event between Wang Zongxun and Siqi, but Siqi found an excuse and didn't come back. She probably didn't want to talk about marriage so early. "
Li Mo had some recollection after hearing 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 his purpose was.
Forget it, I can't guess what the big guys really think anyway.
"Let's go to the Hutong Cultural Festival over there, and then we'll go back after their grandfather and grandson have left."
The two of them had been shopping for almost an hour. Li Mo received a call from Mr. Qin, asking them to return to the courtyard as soon as possible.
As soon as he arrived home, Qin Jiaye pulled Li Mo to Mr. Qin.
"Xiao Mo, is the painting just now really the original work of Mr. Daqian? Can you see clearly?"
Mr. Qin asked a little eagerly. He had carefully appraised it before. There were many differences between the level of that painting and the level of Zhang Daqian's paintings he knew.
Li Mo looked at the painting in his hand and spread it out, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, you really made a mistake this time. Normally, a painter will have a peak creative career once in his life, but Mr. Zhang Daqian has created three times Peak. The first creative peak was when he was in his twenties. At that time, his imitation ability could be said to be amazing. He imitated the paintings of Bada Shanren, imitated Shi Tao's paintings, and even imitated Tang Yin's paintings. Confuse the real with the fake.”
"The second creation time should be around 1942. At that time, he was in Dunhuang. He spent two and a half years copying. He had a very good understanding of lines and the expressive power of Tang Dynasty paintings."
"The last peak period of creation was after he was sixty years old. At that time, he suffered from diabetes. His hands and eyes when creating were definitely not as sharp as when he was young, so he figured out a new method. At that time, he went to Switzerland to see I went to the blue sky and white clouds in Switzerland, and then started that kind of color-splashing creation. Nowadays, most of Mr. Daqian's works, which are auctioned for more than 100 million yuan on the market, use the color-splashing creative technique. Although other creations are not so ridiculously expensive, they are still quite not simple."
Li Mo briefly talked about the historical information about Zhang Daqian, then pointed to the whole painting and said: "Grandpa, look at the painting, the brushwork is very light and graceful, and the colors look quite light, but the inner changes in the painting are very... Rich. The combination of colors and ink has an imaginary overall effect, blending into one, and the effect is excellent."
Mr. Qin couldn't help but nodded in approval.
"Let's take a look at his calligraphy again. It's different from his middle and late works. This kind of calligraphy work has a lot of tremors in the brushstrokes, which is exactly in line with Mr. Zhang Daqian's experience of copying the paintings of the ancients when he first came to Shanghai in his twenties. Look again The two seals at the back, one is 'Zhang Ji' in regular script, and the other is 'Daqian' in small seal script, were both carved by him. At that time, he was omnipotent in poetry, calligraphy, painting and sealing. In terms of skill, he must be Mr. Daqian. authentic work."
"Xiao Mo, you have overlooked the paper you used. It is snow-white and looks very new. If the work is really a hundred years ago, how can it be so new? This is the biggest doubt I have."
Mr. 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 paper with a relatively advanced mechanism at the time. It was called Moon Palace Paper, so the paper still looks snow-white to this day."
Before Li Mo finished speaking, Mr. Qin found a magnifying glass from the sideboard drawer, looked at it carefully for a moment, and finally straightened up with a long sigh.
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