Rebirth 81: Being forced into marriage by my sister’s best friend at the beginning

Director Dong was sweating. The atmosphere was quite good just now, but why was it so tense in the blink of an eye?

Mr. Feng was someone he didn't want to offend. He hurriedly stepped forward to be the peacemaker and said with a smile: "Young Master Feng has extraordinary vision. This is the reward you deserve. Please help me."

Feng Xiaofeng remained unmoved and stared directly at Zhu Yawen.

This move made Yan Hong angry.

"Why are you looking at Mr. Zhu like that?" He pushed Feng Xiaofeng.

Feng Xiaofeng also brought people here, and the security personnel at the venue were all his employees.

His men stood in front of him, pointing at Yan Hong: "Don't do anything, do you want to die?"

Yan Hong sneered: "It's you who want to die, right?"

Feng Xiaofeng raised his hand and said, "I'm not here for the bonus. I just want to know where I went wrong?"

Zhu Yawen just smiled: "Young people, don't draw conclusions about your ancestors easily. It's wrong to think too highly of the past and think too highly of yourself."

The two of them were playing charades, which frightened the museum staff.

Neither party is the fault of them. Feng Xiaofeng just wants an explanation, but Zhu Yawen is also stubborn and won't say anything.

Director Dong had no choice but to ask Lin Ran for help: "Mr. Chen, only you can mediate this situation now."

Originally, he didn't want to get into this muddy water, but Lin Ran also knew the difficulties of the city museum. If he wanted to keep this museum, neither party could offend.

He stood up and said to Feng Xiaofeng: "We have already seen Mr. Feng's understanding of calligraphy and painting. He can even notice a one millimeter difference in thickness of paper. He has real knowledge."

Lin Ran first complimented him when he came up. Obviously, Feng Xiaofeng was particularly impressed and he managed to show a smile.

"Mr. Chen, I wonder what you think of this painting?"

"I have similar views to yours, but I think it's hard to distinguish between painting skills. I can only say that the author's painting style is more in line with your aesthetics. It doesn't mean that the painting skills of the imitators have surpassed Yang Zihua."

These words were relatively neutral, not as sharp as Zhu Yawen's answer. Feng Xiaofeng also nodded.

Later, Lin Ran said: "Actually, many of Yang Zihua's works have been handed down to the world, especially in places such as Chang'an. Many of his murals have been left behind. However, due to the passage of time, there are huge difficulties in preserving the murals. They are now very difficult to see. I have seen his original works in the ruins of a Guocun ancient tomb in Taiyuan, Shanxi Province."

Hearing that there were other works left in the world, Feng Xiaofeng also showed an interested expression.

The atmosphere finally relaxed, and the other tourists stopped visiting and watched the excitement from the side.

We can see several masters of treasure appreciating tit for tat, and today’s ticket fee has been paid back.

"Yes, in fact, Yang Zihua's brushes are also very charming. There is relaxation in the reflections. It seems that the broken brushes are actually connected everywhere. This brushwork is exactly what Yang Zihua created. It is also due to his usual I like to draw horses the most. If I want to draw a horse well, I have to draw a vivid and lifelike image. The horse's mane will flow when running, so it gives people a sense of informality. In fact, it is not that he is not good at it, he just wants to restore it. The scene of him running."

Lin Ran closed his eyes and recalled the copy of Yang Zihua's mural he had seen in the museum.

He was praised by the Tang Dynasty as the "best painting saint in the Northern Qi Dynasty". He was able to master a variety of brushwork and even influenced later calligraphers.

"Yeah." Feng Xiaofeng thought thoughtfully after hearing this. He felt that he still underestimated Yang Zihua.

He thought he was more experienced, but he didn't expect Chen Xing to be more knowledgeable than him.

Although it was just a description, Feng Xiaofeng understood the meaning.

Yang Zihua integrated his rich experience in painting horses into other paintings, thus giving him an illusion.

In fact, this reflects Yang Zihua's strength, integrating multiple techniques together.

He was not as angry as before, but said: "Master Chen, you have learned a lesson."

"Actually, it's not the case." Lin Ran quickly explained, "Your appraisal level is already very high. It is rare to be able to tell that this is a fake through the errors in the artist's work and the paper."

"I think you should have noticed it by now."

"No way." Lin Ran smiled, "We are about the same level. In terms of calligraphy and painting, you should be slightly better. Please accept Mr. Feng's prize today."

Lin Ran took the suitcase from the staff and handed it to Feng Xiaofeng personally.

This has given him enough face and given him a step to climb down.

Lin Ran finally said: "If you have time to come to the mainland, you can visit the Taiyuan Museum. There are many works of Yang Zihua in it. I believe you will have a new understanding of him after seeing it."

The originally depressing atmosphere gradually disintegrated as Feng Xiaofeng smiled and clapped.

"Easy to say, easy to say." Feng Xiaofeng took the suitcase and handed it to his subordinates.

Then the men handed the suitcase to Director Dong.

"Your museum has been behind for so long. This money should be regarded as my donation to the museum. Don't shirk it." Feng Xiaofeng said to Lin Ran: "Master Chen seems to be very familiar with the mainland. Next time I go to the mainland , how should I find you?"

Lin Ran originally wanted to give him a business card, but remembered that he couldn't reveal his identity.

Then he said: "When you come, you will naturally see me."

"Interesting." Feng Xiaofeng saw it. He didn't want to tell himself that after all, the relationship between the Chen family and him was not friendly. He just admired Chen Xing.

Feng Xiaofeng led people away from the venue and deliberately bumped Yan Hong with his shoulder.

His men even pushed away Yan Hong, who was about to have a fit.

Yan Hong stared at his leaving figure with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Don't be familiar with him." Zhu Yawen returned to his smiling attitude.

Yan Hong nodded and said, "I won't argue with this junior."

The staff picked up the painting and prepared to take it to a table outside for display.

This is part of their activities, placing the imitations that have been identified by others in the yard.

Zhao Heng was still queuing up. It was already ten o'clock, and very few people came out.

However, the number of people in the queue still did not decrease. On the contrary, the queue tended to get longer and longer.

When the replica of "School Book Picture" was placed on the table, he gave five yuan to the vendor selling candied haws next to him and said, "Please help me line up."

Then, he came to the calligraphy and painting.

He adjusted his glasses and was stunned.

"Absolutely amazing! The "School Book Picture" is actually here?"

Seeing his appearance, the staff kindly reminded: "Sir, this is a fake, not the real thing."

"Of course I know this is imitation leather." Zhao Heng said, "Because..."

He swallowed the next few words hard.

Because the text seal on this painting seems to be exactly the same as the Northern Qi painting seal, but it is actually a little more intentional.

This is exactly the style of their National Museum restoration masters!