The system takes me to pretend

A sudden sound made everyone turn their heads to look.

The person who came was a man about 25 years old with long hair, handsome facial features, piercing eyes, and a casual outfit, which looked a little strange.

It's really hard to imagine that a boy can grow up like this.

"Zeng Ziyou?" Su Hao was taken aback for a moment, showing a look of astonishment.

Zeng Ziyou, a native of Quanzhou, has a very wealthy family. His mother is the daughter of a big family from out of town, and his father is the owner of a jadeite shop. He owns three jadeite shops and has considerable assets.

This is an out-and-out rich second generation, with the same personality as him, very caring, and likes clubbing, racing cars, and some antiques.

He vaguely remembered that after he came to Quanzhou in his last life, the first friend he met was Zeng Ziyou, and the one with the deepest friendship was also Zeng Ziyou.

But it is a pity that he caught up with a cheating girlfriend, and provoked a big shot in a certain KTV, but was hacked to death and died young.

Seeing Zeng Ziyou again in this life, Su Hao felt a little sad and emotional.

Who would have thought that a playboy like Zeng Ziyou would die for a woman in the end?
"Su Hao, what are you holding in your hand?" Zeng Ziyou stepped forward and asked curiously.

"I fell in love with an ink painting on paper, and I'm about to buy it."

"Paper and ink painting? Show me!" Zeng Ziyou narrowed his eyes, and took the painting from Su Hao's hand.

Although he and Su Hao haven't been together for a long time, they have a very good relationship. Now that Su Hao is buying a painting, he naturally has to give him a look to prevent Su Hao from being deceived.

With just one glance, his brows frowned: "Su Hao, the lines in this painting are messed up, and it's completely a fake painting. Why do you buy this kind of rubbish?"

The boss and the customers around nodded. This Zeng Ziyou is a sensible person.

"Stop talking nonsense, this painting is a copy." Hearing this, the curly-haired man changed his face and retorted with a black face.

Zeng Ziyou almost didn't laugh out loud.

"Mister, you have to be a little tricky to deceive people, okay? Just this kind of fake painting, I don't even want to give it to me, and you still copy the painting? A joke!"

As he said that, he looked at Su Hao again: "Su Hao, this is a guy with a dead mouse in his waist, pretending to be a hunter, don't bother him, if you are interested in ink and pen drawings on paper, my friend has a lot of them, It’s much better than this, and I’ll send you a box later.”

Su Hao couldn't laugh or cry, if he didn't have the eye of appreciating treasures, he would think this painting is a fake just like Zeng Ziyou.

"I'm a little interested in this painting, and it's good to buy and decorate at home."

Zeng Ziyou glanced at Su Hao in astonishment: "You don't have a fever, do you?"

He thought that after hearing his appraisal, Su Hao would give up the idea of ​​buying this painting, but he never expected that Su Hao would still insist on buying it.

A fake, what the hell can you decorate when you buy it home?

"I don't have a fever, I just think this painting suits my taste." Su Hao smiled slightly, quickly pressed the password on the payment page, and transferred [-] yuan to the curly-haired man.

The curly-haired man felt so refreshed.

I thought it would be enough to get 1000 yuan for this painting, but I didn’t expect it to be 5 yuan. There is no way, who told him to meet a fool?
Zeng Ziyou who was next to him had already noticed the change in the expression on the curly-haired man's face, and could not help but sigh.

This curly-haired man was clearly trying to trick Su Hao, but Su Hao had to buy it, so he had nothing to do.

Watching the curly-haired man leave, the shop owner rolled his eyes, picked up a few paintings and walked to Su Hao: "Little brother, I also have a few paintings here, do you want to take a look?"

The customers around saw this and instantly understood.

The reason is that the boss thinks that Su Hao has a problem with IQ, and wants to sell some fakes to Su Hao to make a lot of money.

Su Hao glanced at these paintings, then shook his head: "These paintings are all fake, they are of no use to me."

The boss was taken aback.

The customers around were also taken aback.

But immediately, someone laughed out loud.

"Since you know that these paintings are all fake, why do you still buy a fake painting?"

"That's right, yours is still a garbage work in a fake painting."

"I laughed too, this kid really has a problem with his head."

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Hearing these discussions, Su Hao didn't get angry, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Who said this is a fake painting, this is Tang Bohu's real work!"

Everyone was stunned, looked at each other, and laughed loudly.

Authentic?

This Nima is insane!

Even Zeng Ziyou twitched his eyes, and said with a wry smile: "Su Hao, this is really a fake. If you don't believe it, you can find a treasure appraiser to take a look."

"No, this painting is authentic." Su Hao waved his hand and insisted.

Everyone didn't want to complain anymore, after all, arguing with a psychopath is meaningless.

Zeng Ziyou opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

He found it very strange. In the past, although Su Hao was not doing his job properly and spent his days and nights, at least he had no problem with his mind.

But today, why is Su Hao as if his brain is deprived of oxygen?
At this time, a man wearing a mask in the crowd suddenly said: ""Autumn Wind Fan Picture"" is Tang Bohu's masterpiece of ink figure painting. This painting is made with fine brushwork and heavy colors, the lines are thick and thin, and it doesn't look like an authentic painting at all."

As soon as these words came out, everyone nodded.

Throughout the ages, all calligraphy and painting masters have their own characteristics.

As the saying goes, one person has one style of brushwork, each person is different, the characters are like the person, and imitation characters can be imitated, but it is not easy to imitate gods.

What's more, the painting in Su Hao's hand didn't even copy its shape.

Su Hao glanced at the man wearing the mask, and said slowly, "You are right, but there is something special about this painting."

Everyone laughed again.

There is something special about a fake painting, isn't it funny?
Zeng Ziyou also couldn't bear to look directly at him, he always felt that Su Hao was trying to save face.

On the contrary, the man wearing the mask was taken aback, and went up to look carefully at the pen and ink drawing on paper in Su Hao's hand, but he didn't find anything special.

Looking at Su Hao again, his eyes were full of confidence, without any deliberate pretense.

Could it be that this pen and ink painting on paper really has something in it?
After a pause, he asked, "I don't know what is so special about what brother said?"

"The surface of this "Autumn Wind Fan Picture" is covered by a special tulle, which makes the painting out of order, and the original lines are all disrupted, so it is mistaken for a fake." Su Hao pointed to the surface of the painting, explained.

"Impossible!" The man wearing a mask directly vetoed Su Hao's conclusion.

"Even if the surface of the painting is covered by something special, the shrinkage of the painting will not change. As long as it is an authentic work, the outer edge of the shrinkage will be rolled up, while the periphery of the shrinkage of the fake is close to the shaft. "

"Although some fake paintings look like old ones, you can still see the flaws if you carefully observe the subtleties of the glaze. The shrinkage glaze of your painting looks new. Even if the surface is covered with special tulle, that is impossible. It will be covered with shrinkage glaze."

Everyone was shocked, the man wearing the mask was obviously a veteran in appraising treasures, and his sophisticated comments were even more to the point.

Unexpectedly, Su Hao suddenly smiled: "Actually, the glaze of this painting has also been covered by something special!"

"This kind of thing is absolutely impossible. I, Xu, have been selling paintings for more than ten years, how can I not even have this knowledge?" The man took off his mask directly, revealing a mature face.

As soon as this scene came out, it immediately aroused everyone's exclamation.

"Fuck, isn't this Xu Hongfei, the chairman of Jiangshan Picturesque Company?"

"Jiangshan Ruhua is the largest calligraphy and painting sales company in Dongcheng District of Quanzhou. It has stored many authentic calligraphy and paintings, including Qi Baishi's "Ink Shrimp" and Xu Beihong's "Wounded Lion". Talented in calligraphy and painting, he even painted many excellent works, and many rich and noble people want to invite him to paint with ink."

"I didn't expect Xu Hongfei to come to the antique market for a walk. It's really rare."

"Even Xu Hongfei opened his mouth, but that kid actually said it was the real thing, it really is something wrong with his head."

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One after another, the voices of discussion gradually sounded out with the appearance of Xu Hongfei's face, and after falling into Zeng Ziyou's ears, it made him shake his head again and again.

He has naturally heard of Xu Hongfei's reputation. This is a person who has unique attainments in calligraphy and painting, and is very serious about calligraphy and painting.

His Jiangshan Ruhua Company sells almost all authentic calligraphy and paintings, even if they are copied paintings, they are also made by famous masters.

With Xu Hongfei's eyesight, it is easy to distinguish the authenticity of a painting, and what he said is as authoritative. At this time, it is impossible for Su Hao to argue anymore.

There is no other way, it can only be said that Su Hao's self-esteem is too strong, for the sake of face, he insisted on calling the fakes the real ones, and now that he meets a real master of painting appraisal, it will be even more embarrassing.

The appearance of Xu Hongfei also surprised Su Hao, but his expression remained calm, he looked at the boss and asked, "Boss, is there any oil?"

"What do you want this for?" The boss looked puzzled.

Su Hao said bluntly: "This "Autumn Wind Fan Picture" needs to use oil and water to remove the special tulle on the surface in order to show the original painting."

When the boss heard this, a smile filled his face.

Using oil and water to appraise paintings, this Nima is really talented!

Regarding Su Hao's nonsensical remarks, the boss did not expose it, but really poured out a bowl of oil and water.

To be honest, he really wanted to see what tricks this mentally handicapped child in front of him could come up with.

Xu Hongfei frowned the whole time. There are many ways to appraise paintings, but this is the first time he has heard of using oil and water to appraise paintings.

"Wait a minute, it is said that in the era of war and chaos, many painters would use an item called 'painting gauze' to cover their most satisfactory paintings, so as to prevent their paintings from being stolen by others, or sold as goods. Is it possible to make a deal..." Xu Hongfei seemed to think of something, his figure froze, his expression changed, and he looked at Su Hao suddenly.

At this moment, under the mocking gazes of everyone, Su Hao has already placed "Autumn Wind Fan Picture" on the ground and unfolded it all.

Then, he scooped up a spoonful of oil and water with a spoon, and poured it on the surface and shrinkage glaze of "Autumn Wind Fan Picture" from left to right and top to bottom.

There were unconcealable sneers on everyone's faces, and the boss was even out of breath from laughing, as if he had seen some great joke.

With just such a spoonful of oil and water, can it be possible to subvert Xu Hongfei's conclusion?

Zeng Ziyou next to him didn't take it seriously either, and was just about to say something, but the next scene made him feel as if he had been struck by lightning, and he froze in place.

I saw that after Su Hao kept pouring oil and water, a special layer of tulle material gradually emerged in "Autumn Wind Fan Picture".

This layer of tulle is so thin that it can even be described as invisible.

But at this time, after being contaminated with oil and water, it was obvious.

Everyone's sneering stopped abruptly, the boss's eyes suddenly showed a hint of disbelief, and Zeng Ziyou's face was even more shocked.

Immediately, Su Hao borrowed another pair of tweezers and gently removed the tulle substance.

The tulle material at the glaze shrinkage is slowly scraped off with a knife.

With the fall of the tulle material, the real "Autumn Wind Fan Picture" gradually emerged.

The "Autumn Wind Fan Picture" without the tulle cover is full of simple and simple style. The outline and brushwork of the whole painting are concise and lively, with rigid and soft, thick and thin lines, moderate lines, colorful ink lines, appropriate shades and textures. And the three-dimensional sense is extremely perfect.

In the vigorous brushwork, there is Tang Bohu's gentle and elegant atmosphere, and the rigorous courtyard painting style reveals the leisurely literati cultivation.

The brush strokes are swayed and scattered at will, seemingly scattered or connected, dense and dense. It not only loses the graceful and handsome bamboo in the courtyard, but also has the vigorous and wild green bamboo under the cliff by the stream.

The background in the painting is extremely simple, only a corner of the slope rock is painted, and there are a few sparse bamboos scattered on the upper side. The large area of ​​blank space gives people a feeling of emptiness, desolation, loneliness and loneliness, highlighting the touching and sad feeling of "abandoned by the autumn wind". theme.

In the painting, the lady with a fan in her hand has her hair in a high bun. She is beautiful and dignified. She seems to have thought of the fact that her youth is hard to stay, and the world is frightening.

There is a strong contrast and contrast between the pure beauty and the ferocious beast-like rocks in the exposed corners, perfectly revealing the cruelty of the world and the tragic situation of the beauty, which is thought-provoking.

Xu Hongfei's eyes widened, his breathing was rapid, he rushed forward, picked up the magnifying glass from his pocket, and kept looking at the painting.

The more he looked, the more his body trembled.

At the end of the fight, there was a loud bang in his head, and his whole body was completely frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

This painting... is actually Tang Bohu's authentic work? !