As soon as He Ren's words came out, everyone present was startled.
They all knew that He Ren was an expert in treasure appraisal and could not say such things for no reason.
Zhang Hanyu happened to be standing in the middle of the two paintings. He put his hands on the two paintings and felt them with his hands. "There seems to be no difference..."
Lao Xie pushed Zhang Hanyu away and said, "Your hands are rough when you touch the wood. I'll come, I'll come."
Zhang Hanyu had no choice but to take two steps back silently and gave up his position to Lao Xie.
At first, He Ren didn't deliberately open his eyes to look at He Yu's paintings. He planned to try out the "Encyclopedia of Calligraphy and Painting" to see if it worked.
Then he was attracted by Xu Beihong's fake paintings. After authenticating them, he opened his treasure-appraisal eye and prepared to verify them, and then he realized something was wrong.
Name: Xiangyuan Yiqing (He Yu)/Landscape (Ren Yi)
Years: one hundred and eighteen years/one hundred and twenty-eight years
He Ren knew at a glance that this might be a painting within a painting. Just like Zhang Hanyu’s flat-top desk a few hours ago, the outside is painted by He Yu, while the inside is painted by Ren Yi.
Ren Yi is Ren Bonian, one of He Yu's teachers.
Ren Bonian is also a relatively famous painter of the Shanghai School, and is known as the "Four Masters of the Shanghai School" along with Wu Changshuo, Xu Gu and Pu Hua.
His skills are comprehensive, including landscapes, flowers and birds, figures, etc., and he is especially good at figures, flowers and birds. In his early years, he was good at fine brushwork. Later, he delved into freehand painting. His brushwork tended to be simple and indulgent, which had a huge influence on modern flower and bird paintings.
However, Ren Bonian's paintings are not particularly expensive. The reason is similar to that of He Yu. The production volume is so large that you can buy a flower and bird fan by Ren Bonian for a few thousand yuan.
But Ren Bonian is a master after all, and high-quality products are relatively expensive, ranging from hundreds of thousands to millions.
There are relatively few landscape paintings by Ren Bonian. If they are authentic, they can be sold for hundreds of thousands.
Lao Xie became excited. He had heard many stories about paintings within paintings, but he had never encountered them before. "Brother He, are you sure?"
Of course He Ren was sure, but he couldn't say it, so he had to take a roundabout way and said, "Mr. Xie, if you are not afraid of ruining He Yu's paintings, we can do a small experiment."
"What experiment?"
"Squirt."
Lao Xie didn't hesitate for long before he nodded in agreement and asked someone to find a watering can.
Spraying water does not mean spraying water on the entire painting, but spraying a few drops on the blank space. If it is really a painting within a painting, and the blank space does not completely cover the other painting, you may see the ink color.
Of course, this method is not very reliable. If the water is sprayed too much, it will destroy the painting outside. It may also be blocked so tightly that it cannot be seen at all.
The most reliable way is to find a framer to unveil the painting, but looking at Lao Xie, it's obvious that he can't wait.
Soon a servant brought over a delicate little watering can. Lao Xie started to spray it, but He Ren stopped him, "Lao Xie, let me do it. Try not to destroy the original painting. After all, it is an old object. It is not good to destroy it." One less item.”
This is also He Ren's true thought. He really likes antiques and traditional Chinese culture. If he does it, he can ensure that He Yu's paintings are not destroyed as much as possible.
He Ren sprayed his hand twice with a watering can, then lowered his finger to the lower left corner of the painting. After a while, a drop of water fell on the rice paper, and everyone immediately gathered around to see the result.
He Ren didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You guys can't see anything around here, the light is blocked..."
"Oh, yes, yes."
Everyone quickly dispersed. He Ren picked up the painting and put it under the lamp. It seemed that the ink color was indeed coming out from the paper. This discovery immediately made several people excited.
Lao Xie was so happy that he rubbed his hands together. Although He Yu's original paintings were not valuable, the paintings that he could use to cover up his original paintings would definitely be more valuable. Some of them would be blown away in the future...
He Ren asked, "Mr. Xie, do you know the master of framing? This requires professionals to operate, and ordinary people may not be able to do it."
"I know, I know." Lao Xie scratched his head, "I know a master of Wu suit. The master's temper is not very good. I want to ask him if he has time first. Brother He, do you want to stay here for a few more days?"
He Ren naturally wanted it. There were fewer and fewer such craftsmen, and they were still at the master level. Of course, they had to make good friends, and they might be able to use them in the future.
The treasure friends in the live broadcast room don’t know anymore, “What is the master of Wu suit?”
"Master of Arms? I'm still Master of Arms."
"Jax is invincible with one belt!"
He Ren slapped his forehead and said, "Don't talk nonsense. The decoration and restoration of ancient books, ancient calligraphy and paintings are generally divided into north and south. There were more than a dozen sects in the beginning, but now they have almost disappeared, leaving only Su and Shanghai. There are four major schools of Sui, Yang and Jing. And Wu suit is the Soviet school."
"Each sect is not simple, and has its own unique skills. For example, the Su sect's 'rebirth from the ashes' method, they can use the method of burning paintings to eliminate mold on ancient books, ancient calligraphy and paintings."
The treasure friends were all dumbfounded, "Burning paintings? So awesome? Aren't you afraid of burning the paintings?"
He Ren smiled and said, "Of course I was afraid, so it has been basically lost now. There are also less dangerous techniques, such as the Beijing School's 'Zhu Lian Bian He', which uses paper pulp to repair the moth-eaten parts, and no traces can be seen after the repair."
"There is also the lost Shu sect secret book 'Borrowing Corpses to Resurrection', which can replace the entire paper of the old book and let the remaining ink stick to the new paper. It is miraculous. The Jin sect's 'Thousand Wave Blade' can split a piece of paper into several layers , and the thickness is the same..."
He Ren's words not only stunned the treasure friends, Zhang Hanyu was also a little confused, "So powerful?"
Lao Xie interjected, "It's indeed amazing. Ten years ago, when I met Mr. Zhao, he once used what Brother He said about rebirth from the ashes."
"At that time, it was a Qing Dynasty imitation of Tang Bohu's landscape painting. The original owner had not preserved it well and there was some mold on it. Mr. Zhao took a sip of wine and sprayed it on the painting. Then, before we could see clearly, he lit it on fire. After the fire was finished, The mold on the painting has also disappeared. It’s so amazing that we were all dumbfounded.”
"Unfortunately, Mr. Zhao is now older, and his physical strength and eyesight are no longer what they were at their peak. This technique may be lost."
He Ren couldn't help but ask, "Does Mr. Zhao have no apprentices?"
Lao Xie sighed, "Mr. Zhao has three apprentices, all of whom have good skills. He also taught them, but the three apprentices failed to learn them, so Mr. Zhao gave up thinking about them."
Everyone was silent. Many of China's miraculous techniques have been lost. On the one hand, I cherish my broom, and on the other hand, it is because I can't find a suitable apprentice. People with talent may not know it themselves, and the craftsman profession does not have many years. It is difficult to make big money with a lot of accumulation, and many people are not willing to endure the hardship.
There is no solution to this matter.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit dull, Lao Xie took out the remaining two paintings for He Ren to appreciate. Without exception, they were all fakes.
He Ren was helpless, and the co-author Lao Xie was a casual pick-up. He focused on buying large quantities to satisfy his needs. The more he bought, the more authentic works he could always come across...
