Appreciation of treasures

Chapter 974 You want to save his mother?

Zhao Gang weighed it again and felt something unusual.

Calligraphers and painters in the Ming Dynasty basically used Xuan paper, even Shen Zhou was no exception.

It is nothing more than raw Xuan, cooked Xuan, sprinkled gold and so on.

As for these types of rice paper works, how many years have passed, what size, how they will feel, and how heavy they are, Zhao Gang is well aware of them.

Therefore, this weighing, Zhao Gang weighed the taste.

Very heavy, this painting is very heavy, much heavier than rice paper in the same situation, and this rice paper is too thick.

It is obviously Shengxuan, but it can reach such a thickness.

The margins are also very rough.

It stands to reason that old people should not make such low-level mistakes.

Judging from its old-fashioned brushwork and some inscriptions, it can be inferred that the counterfeiter still has some skills, at least the basic skills.

Old people should not make such low-level mistakes and make the most important paper of the painting so rough. Is it afraid that people will not be able to see that it is fake?
Zhao Gang then pinched both sides of the paper with his index finger and thumb, and rubbed it lightly with his hands. This time, a thought that surprised him appeared in his mind.

This painting is a painting within a painting.

Zhao Gang can conclude that the painting in his hand is definitely a mezzanine, and there is another work in the mezzanine.

Zhao Gang was overjoyed, because according to his common sense, the things hidden in this kind of interlayer paintings are usually very important.

Zhao Gang then took out a small magnifying glass of his own and said, "Let me take a closer look at this seal with a magnifying glass, why does it look familiar to me?"

Old Chen sneered, and turned around: "Isn't this familiar? Isn't this ink the only red official seal used by your unit?"

Zhao Gang ignored Lao Chen and just looked at it with a magnifying glass.

His magnifying glass looks like a magnifying glass, but it is actually a kind of lens, and the magnification is only a deception.

The function of the lens is to see some information inside some relatively thin antiques. He usually carries this kind of tool with him.

Holding the lens, Zhao Gang asked Lao Chen to borrow a special flashlight for identification, and took a look inside with purple light, and vaguely saw another red seal.

Not only that, but there are many other inscriptions beside it, even those of Lord Qianlong.

Zhao Gang took another photo in the middle of the painting, and sure enough, he saw some cracking techniques, the skilled and unrestrained use of brushes and bold colors. With Zhao Gang's many years of experience, he can tell at a glance that this is an authentic Shen Zhou painting.

You know, these days, the starting price of one of Shen Zhou's authentic works, one of the four great masters of the Ming Dynasty, is 400 million yuan.

Zhao Gang looked at it so fast that he quickly turned off the light when he spotted it.

The purpose is to prevent them from seeing the difference.

Zhao Gang was determined in his heart, knowing that there was an authentic painting by Shen Zhou in the painting, his heart became warm immediately, and he said with a smile: "Ahem, young man, just now, Old Chen said that it would be [-] yuan to stop me. Son, I think it's too low and inappropriate."

"What about your painting? I like it too. It suits my taste. Why don't I offer you a higher price? How about you sell it to me?"

The young man looked at him curiously: "How much can you offer?"

Zhao Gang smiled and stretched out two fingers.

Old Chen met and asked, "Do you drive 2000?"

Zhao Gang shook his head.

Old Chen said again: "You offered 20000?" He was a little surprised this time, he didn't expect Zhao Gang to be able to offer such a high price when faced with a counterfeit.

Zhao Gang still shook his head.

Old Chen said: "Could it be 200? Why are you so black? I paid [-], and you only paid [-]. Why don't you give it to me? Didn't you hear the TV station staff say that the original owner's mother is sick and needs money?" Treatment, why are you so dark-hearted, you."

There is only one reason why Lao Chen would pay [-] yuan to buy it, that is, he hopes to use the hands of this TV station to promote his store more. After all, in this era, traffic is the first, and the antique industry is the same.

Lao Chen looked at Zhao Gang, chattered endlessly, and thought about using 800 yuan as an advertising fee for the TV station.

But Zhao Gang was no longer vague and said, "20."

After hearing this sentence, Lao Chen almost fell down on the table as if he was struck by a thunderbolt.

"What? I, did I hear you right, you, a vicious profiteer, would pay such a high price?" Old Chen's glasses were broken on his nose, almost falling to the ground.

After all, in his eyes, Zhao Gang's vicious eyes and ruthless strikes never let him down.

How can I be so stupid today, offering 20 yuan to an obvious counterfeit, is it because I punched the eye again?

With this in mind, Lao Chen quickly snatched the painting from Zhao Gang's hand and looked at it carefully.

That's right, isn't the above still an ordinary landscape theme? This copy or even copy is not a few of the valuable ones. It is obviously a guilty conscience and fears that its lack of skill will be seen.

This signature and this paper are disgusting. At this level, do you want to play in Antique Voyage?
The more Lao Chen looked at it, the more such thoughts came into his mind.

But he couldn't figure out why Zhao Gang would bid so high?
Usually when you, Zhao Gang, bought this thing from me, you would always ask for dozens of yuan, and the highest price was more than 1 yuan, but today you actually asked for 20 yuan. Are you out of your mind?
Why don't you get your brains wet earlier and spend a few million more to buy those treasures at my door?

Old Chen stared at Zhao Gang, puzzled, but Zhao Gang's smile became more and more unpredictable, and Lao Chen couldn't understand it.

The young man looked at Zhao Gang in surprise, but he still didn't speak, and Zhao Gang didn't speak for a long time. The two seemed to be secretly confronting each other in the spiritual world.

Lao Chen looked at the two people in front of him, and the more he looked, the more confused he became, as if he knew something about both of them, but he was kept in the dark.

The show, the mother, the cure?

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and Lao Chen suddenly slapped his head, "I understand."

"It turns out that you wanted to save the collector's mother, and you wanted to treat him, right? I guessed it. It's amazing, it's amazing, Zhao Gang, I read you right, good job , from now on, you friend, I’m sure, as long as you come to my shop, I will give you a [-]% discount on all antiques.” Lao Chen immediately gave Zhao Gang a thumbs up, giving Zhao Gang a good thumbs up.

Zhao Gang couldn't help but smile bitterly after hearing this, and quickly explained: "I'm not, I don't, that's not what I mean."

Unexpectedly, Lao Chen interrupted him with both hands, and continued: "Don't talk about it, I understand. This matter should have been seen through and not revealed. I did not do it well. The so-called only doing good things, don't ask about the future, a gentleman will not If so, you want to help him with 20 yuan in a low-key manner, which is enough to do justice."

"But I can't let you, an unsung hero, be treated like a stick."

After the old Chen finished speaking, he was so excited that he hurried out and said to the big cameraman: "My friends, I am Lao Chen from Bailu Zhenbaozhai. The friend next to me has heard the story of your Tibetan master. , willing to spend 20 yuan to buy this painting, but he is really not a mallet, he is, how should I put it, a profiteer with a vicious eye, you understand what I mean, that is, he is very treacherous and will never be fooled, but he This time, he is very willing to help you, he..."

Before he finished speaking, Lao Chen was dragged out by Zhao Gang.

(End of this chapter)