Almighty Dad: I have so many cute babies

Chapter 204 Only a Fool Will Buy It

"The next item to be auctioned is..."

"A painting from the late Qing Dynasty!"

"A picture of the Xiao Temple in the Autumn Mountains."

As the scroll slowly unfolded, everyone stared intently at a painting above.

The real source of this picture of Qiushan Xiaosi should be Jing Hao after the Five Dynasties.

And the painting displayed at the auction is just his imitation. Although this landscape painting looks extremely spiritual, it is far from Jing Hao's painting.

Although it is an imitation, but this painter has imitated the author of the original work in sevens and eighties, and it is indeed a good one.

But this painting looks much cheaper when placed in front of so many antiques with astronomical sums auctioned just now.

Zhou Fujun looked at the painting up and down. Although he didn't know much about landscape painting, he could tell that it was really beautiful.

"what do you think?"

Zhou Fujun took a few glances, then asked Liu Quanming who was sitting beside him in a low voice.

"During the late Qing Dynasty, many writers imitated the original paintings, and this one can be regarded as one of the best."

"If it's just for appreciation and fun, it's also very good to hang at home."

Liu Quanming nodded appreciatively.

Then he turned around and looked at Zhou Fujun, "It would be a good price if we can get it, do you want it?"

Chen Rong's ears were sharp, and she immediately heard Zhou Fujun's words.

She stared, and immediately patted her husband's arm.

Just that one painting costs several 10 yuan, and it's just a fake. Which kind of cunning would buy it?

"I'll forget it. If you want to buy it, of course you have to buy the real thing. What does it mean to hang a fake at home?"

Zhou Fujun received his wife's gaze, smiled dryly, shook his head and refused.

In fact, the most important thing is that he doesn't have so much money in his hand.

If she bought a counterfeit and brought it home, Chen Rong would probably be able to read it from the beginning of the year to the end of the year.

Liu Quanming didn't ask any more questions.

These days, Jing Hao's works are rare, even if they are imitations now, many people bid for them at auction.

"15 million!"

"18 million!"

"20 million!"

The imitation painting that only needs 50 yuan was photographed all the way to [-] yuan in just a few minutes.

Zhou Fujun was dumbfounded.

He only knew that real antiques could fetch prices ranging from several million to tens of millions, but he never thought that even a painting that was just a fake could fetch hundreds of thousands!
Fortunately, he was not much interested in this.

Listening to the people around him calling for prices, Han Mo couldn't help asking Zhou Yang, "Is this painting so valuable?"

"This painting is an imitation of a masterpiece, and the real original painter has only two or three works handed down to the world."

"In other words, the only people who have seen this painting in this world are the imitation painters who have seen the real thing."

This is why so many people would rather spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy a copy.

only……

Zhou Yang stared at the paintings on the stage, always feeling that something was wrong.

The rice paper in the Five Dynasties period did not achieve smooth and delicate technology, and only nobles could use white rice paper.

But the rice paper on it is very delicate, except for the areas rendered with pen and ink, the delicate parts can be seen in the exposed corners.

But these corners seem to have been deliberately made old, and then polished with coarse-grained sandpaper.

If it is just a painting imitation painting, the author may not need to be so meticulous.

On the contrary, it feels like it was done on purpose.

"The system reminds the host that the antique appraisal skill can be used."

A mechanical voice sounded in Zhou Yang's mind.

Zhou Yang spread his hands helplessly, "Of course I want to use it too, but it's so far away, how do you let me use it?"

"The master must seize the opportunity."

After saying this sentence, the system quickly fell silent.

Zhou Yang rubbed his chin, is the system reminding him?
"Mr. Liu, if it is Jing Hao's authentic work, how much can it sell for?"

Zhou Yang's heart moved, and he asked.

Liu Quanming rubbed the rim of the cup, thought for a moment, and finally said: "As far as I know, the highest auctioned price for Jing Hao's authentic work is 500 million."

500 million?

Zhou Yang glanced at the paintings hanging on the stage, and then said, "Then what if it's "The Picture of Xiao Temple in Autumn Mountains"?"

"If it's a picture of the Xiao Temple in the Autumn Mountains, the price will be much higher."

"Ten years ago, the price of more than 1000 million and 500 million yuan was already auctioned, and today it will only be more or less."

Liu Quanming thought for a while before answering Zhou Yang's question.

"It's just that Jing Hao's painting has not been discovered in recent years, and these are the only ones that should be circulated."

Of course there are other exceptions.

"I understand, thank you, Mr. Liu."

Zhou Yang smiled slightly.

Before Liu Quanming had time to ask him what he was planning to do, he saw him holding up the sign in the next second.

"88."

Zhou Yang spoke calmly.

88? !

Zhou Fujun and Chen Rong immediately looked at Zhou Yang in unison, as if they had seen a ghost.

Does his son have a fever? !

Liu Quanming was a little surprised by Zhou Yang's asking price.

"Are you crazy? Who asked you to ask for the price!" Chen Rong turned pale with shock, and immediately slapped Zhou Yang's arm.

"Mom, it's all here, why don't you take a picture?"

Zhou Yang was in pain and immediately put down the sign.

"Is that how it's used?! Spend hundreds of thousands to buy a broken thing and go back?!"

Chen Rong was very angry with her son.

"Mrs. Chen, don't worry. If Mr. Zhou likes it, I am willing to pay for the auction."

Liu Quanming spoke with a smile.

"No, no, we dare not accept this." Chen Rong was flattered.

Although she likes to take advantage of some small things, she can still distinguish them clearly.

Just as Zhou Yang was about to speak, there was a voice asking for a price a second later.

"90."

Someone bid? !

Zhou Yang turned his head curiously, and the man who was sitting not far away smiled at him.

Isn't this the one talking to dad outside?
Chen Rong was overjoyed, but luckily this big injustice was not her son!

The reactions of the two were completely different, and Han Mo couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth as he watched from the sidelines.

She doesn't know much about the market of antiques, but she will support Zhou Yang's decision.

"Great, who would be so stupid to buy a counterfeit, and spend so much money in vain."

Chen Rong beamed with joy.

In the next second, her silly son raised the sign.

"100."

One... 100 million? !
Now not only Chen Rong couldn't sit still, even Zhou Fujun became anxious.

Even if he likes that painting, it's definitely not worth 100 million yuan!
Zhou Yang paid attention to the movement behind him, and the man never asked for a price.

I'm afraid it exceeded his expectations.

"Anyone else want to bid?"

The host asked with a smile.

The hall was silent.

"100 million once."

"100 million twice."

"100 million three times."

"Congratulations to this buyer for winning "Autumn Mountains and Xiaosi Map"!"

Zhou Yang nodded with a smile, and soon a woman in a cheongsam came slowly and handed him a sign.

Chen Rong never imagined that it was her son who bought the fake!

(End of this chapter)