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At this time, Xia Yusheng also looked at Lu Ming curiously. She didn't know why Lu Ming said the painting was a fake, but he was very confident in his words.

Lu Ming said: "Uncle Xia, you are a hardcore collector, and Fu Dashi's works are your preference. You must know that Mr. Fu Dashi passed away in 1967."

"Of course, I naturally know this."

Xia Wansheng nodded.

"But the rice paper used in the painting "Dragon and Tiger Leaping" in front of me is Chongxing special pure leather produced in 1969."

Lu Ming stepped forward and touched the rice paper, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "What's wrong, Mr. Fu Dashi, resurrected and painted this painting two years after his death?"

"You...you are talking nonsense!"

Du Jiaming didn't believe it at all, pointed at him and cursed: "You kid can tell at a glance what year this rice paper is? Do you think you are a master of appraisal? Stop talking nonsense here."

Lu Ming said confidently: "If you don't believe it, you can definitely ask a domestic appraisal company to do an appraisal."

Xia Wansheng also touched the rice paper. Of course, he only touched it with his hands, and ordinary people couldn't touch it.

"Lu Ming, are you inferring that this is a fake just based on the year of the rice paper?"

"Of course not."

Lu Ming continued: "Uncle Xia, you should be able to tell what kind of ink is used in this painting of "Dragon and Tiger Leaping", right?"

"Of course, Song Yanmo."

Lu Ming said: "Pine smoke ink is made from the ashes collected from burned pine trees, plus glue juice and spices. When used in landscape paintings, it gives a sense of vastness."

Xia Yusheng was a little surprised when she heard Lu Ming's story. She never expected that Lu Ming would understand this.

Lu Ming stepped forward, took a whiff, and said, "But there's obviously something wrong with the smell of this ink."

"Lu, what's wrong with the ink? Why, can you still smell it?"

Du Jiaming was a little angry.

Lu Ming said: "It's impossible to smell it, but the paintings produced by each type of ink are naturally different. This painting has a slightly stronger sense of vastness. Fu Dashi's paintings will not show this kind of charm, and it is not in line with the situation." The charm of his style is due to the glue in the ink."

"As far as I know, this should be an imported pine smoke ink, and the glue inside is foreign SK glue."

"This kind of pine smoke ink is also very common in the market."

"But this sk glue juice was launched in the second half of 1967."

"As far as I know, in the second half of 1967, Mr. Fu Dashi was ill and bedridden, and he didn't have any paintings at all."

After listening to Lu Ming's words, Xia Wansheng really doubted the authenticity of this painting.

After all, Lu Ming's words are reasonable and well-founded.

Du Jiaming became anxious and said angrily: "Uncle Xia, don't listen to this kid's nonsense. Everything I bought from a regular auction company abroad has a certificate."

Xia Wansheng asked: "Do you really have a certificate?"

"Of course, it's in this gift box."

Du Jiaming took out the certificate from the gift box.

He opened the certificate and said: "Uncle Xia, look, there is the seal of the auction company and the signature of the appraisal expert. In addition, there is also the autograph of Mr. Fu Dashi's grandson."

Xia Wansheng took the certificate and took a look at it. He frowned and said in shock: "This... I didn't expect that this painting "The Dragon and the Tiger Leaping" is really a fake."

"what??"

Du Jiaming was suddenly stunned.

Xia Yusheng asked curiously: "Dad, how did you tell?"

Song Jiawen also asked: "Yes, Lao Xia, have you found the clue?"

"The signature of Fu Dashi's grandson is fake."

Xia Wansheng pointed to the signature on the certificate.

He has collected several paintings by Fu Dashi, and he naturally knows the signatures of Fu Dashi's grandson.

Because when some institutions acquire paintings, they ask Fu Dashi's descendants to prove the authenticity of the painting, so sometimes the certificates also have the signature of Fu Dashi's grandson Fu Yongquan.

Du Jiaming was confused, picked up the certificate, and said, "It's impossible, Uncle Xia. I've had someone compare it with Fu Yongquan's signature before, and it doesn't look like it's a fake."

Xia Wansheng said: "It's not a signature, but I had a private chat with Fu Yongquan before. At that time, I mentioned the painting "Leaping Dragon and Tiger". He personally said that this painting is special and he has not signed any document-type signature."

"what??"

Du Jiaming was dumbfounded now.

The corners of Lu Ming's mouth raised and he smiled: "Oh, I really didn't expect that, Brother Du, you would honor Uncle Xia with a fake."

"I……"

Du Jiaming wanted to cry but had no tears.

Xia Hongyuan, who had been watching the show next to him, immediately gave Lu Ming a thumbs up and said, "Brother-in-law, you are so awesome! You are simply a master of appraisal with open eyes!"

Du Jiaming quickly explained: "Uncle Xia, I'm sorry, I really didn't know this painting was a fake. I really spent 800 million to buy this painting."

Xia Wansheng sighed with some disappointment and said, "Jia Ming, there is no need to explain. I know this. I'm just a little regretful. I didn't expect this to be a fake. Alas."

"Uncle Xia, I'm sorry about this."

Xia Yusheng immediately said: "Du Jiaming, please take this painting back. My dad cannot collect Mr. Fu's fakes here. This is not only disrespectful to Mr. Fu Dashi, but also goes against the concept of collection."

Xia Wansheng also nodded in agreement.

Du Jiaming had no choice but to roll up the painting and put it back in the gift box.

Apart from this matter, Du Jiaming had no shame in staying at Xia's house anymore, so he had no choice but to leave with the painting.

After Du Jiaming left, Xia Wansheng looked at Lu Ming with admiration.

Xia Wansheng said: "Lu Ming, I didn't expect you to know much about calligraphy and painting."

Lu Ming said in a low-key voice: "Uncle Xia, I feel ashamed to say it. I have only liked to study this since I was a child. I also studied it with several teachers in college, but I have not studied it systematically."

Then Xia Wansheng and Lu Ming chatted about some knowledge about calligraphy and painting collections.

Lu Ming already possesses the art of identifying calligraphy and painting, and naturally he is very clear about the secrets and knowledge contained in it.

This conversation opened Xia Wansheng's eyes.

"Shengsheng, go and make a cup of pumpkin tribute tea for Lu Ming, and we can have a good chat."

Xia Yusheng was shocked, okay, dad, you have changed too fast.

"I don't know where your golden melon tribute tea is hidden."

Xia Yusheng said angrily.

Xia Wansheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, knowing that her daughter was probably still angry about the slight she had just treated Lu Ming.

"Jiawen, you know where the tea is. Go and make a cup."

Song Jiawen was a little speechless. He could obviously let the servant go by making a cup of tea.

Now he just let himself make tea. This was Xia Wansheng's attitude that he wanted to ease.

Song Jiawen rolled his eyes at Xia Wansheng and said to himself, you old guy, you won't change your attention just because the boy named Lu knows a little about calligraphy and painting, right?

This is not okay. Calligraphy and painting cannot be used as food.

But after thinking about it, Song Jiawen took Xia Yusheng upstairs to make tea.