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Chapter 131 Is This Xu Beihong's Fake Painting? ! (seeking subscription)

Chu He looked over there, and there were three people over there, one of them was a middle-aged fat man, he looked very rich with a gold chain as thick as his fingers on his neck, and he was carefully studying the Deputy painting.

The other is a younger woman, she is looking forward to something.

Chuhe took a look and knew what they were doing in Qingyage.

They are trading in antiques, and the trade is likely to be that picture.

As for the guy who spoke rudely just now, he should have been invited by the fat boss.

It is a picture of a horse, the picture is simple and elegant, and the painter's brushwork is vigorous and dignified, and the purple is smooth, with references to Western methods.

Although Chuhe only glanced at it from a distance, it can be seen that it must be made by a famous artist.

"Mr. Cai, that young man is right. He is also right that porcelain is not handy. Come and help me observe this picture."

Although the fat boss didn't know Chuhe, he still smoothed things over.

The greasy-headed man snorted coldly: "What's right? I've been in this industry for more than ten years, and I've never heard of the theory that porcelain is no good at all. Didn't I just learn a little bit of superficiality, pretending to be ugly there, and want to get that girl attention?"

Chuhe ignored him and continued to look at the blue and white porcelain beside him. After all, there are too many of these people in society.

Everything needs to be sprayed with a few words to refresh one's own sense of existence.

For such a situation, Chuhe is too lazy to talk to them.

But unexpectedly, Tang Wanjun became angry, "You know it very well?"

"Just kidding, when I saw antiques, you two were still in elementary school." The oily man glanced at Tang Wanjun, and found that she was good-looking and had a pretty face, so he smiled: "If you want to learn about antiques , I can teach you to choose the right master."

Tang Wanjun snapped, "Just you?"

The fat boss couldn't see it, so he pointed to the painting and said, "Mr. Cai, don't worry about them, tell me how is this painting?"

He also stood up and looked at Chuhe apologetically, expressing his embarrassment.

The greasy-headed man was impatient: "I told you, Boss Ye, I told you everything. This painting of galloping horses was indeed made by Xu Beihong. It can't be faked. You can tell it at a glance."

"That's the reason, but...how about you take a look again?" The fat boss wiped the sweat from his forehead and said politely.

But the young woman was dissatisfied and said: "Boss Ye, do you not believe me? This painting of mine was collected by my great-grandfather. He and Xu Beihong were close friends at that time, and they often went fishing together! If not I want to buy a house, I'm not selling it!"

The fat boss waved his hands repeatedly and explained: "No, no, Miss Chen, how dare I disbelieve you? I also want to see more, see more."

The greasy-headed man opened Baidu, pointed to the content inside and said: "Who is Xu Beihong? I don't need to say more, right? He is a famous painter in modern times. His "The Two Journeys of the Divine Horse" started with a price of 600 million yuan, and finally The transaction was sold at a price of 1568 million yuan, but now Ms. Chen Min only wants 500 million, 500 million!"

The fat boss looked at the picture, and nodded while listening to the oily man's words: "It's a good painting, a good painting!"

"The reason why I don't want to give it to the auction house is because they have to publicize it, and they have to take a lot of money. The preparation period is long, and I can't wait. I also heard that Boss Ye loves painting, and the painting must be sold to people who can appreciate it. That's why I sold it to you at a low price." The young Ms. Chen explained sincerely.

The fat boss was hesitating in his heart, he couldn't make up his mind for a while.

Sometimes he picked up the painting and looked at it carefully, and sometimes he put it down to think.

The oil-headed man stood up immediately: "Boss Ye Mingchen, I have something to do later, since you don't buy it, I don't think I will help with this deal."

"No, no, Master Cai Kai, wait a moment, I... I'll think about it again." Seeing that Cai Kai wanted to leave, Ye Mingchen quickly pulled him back.

Chen Min saw that Ye Mingchen was still hesitant, and after giving Cai Kai a wink, she packed up the painting and said, "Forget it, I won't sell it! I'll take it to the auction house!"

"I guess you won't take it to the auction house."

At this time, Chuhe came over and said to Chen Min.

Seeing that it was the young man just now, Ye Mingchen asked, "Why?"

"Because that painting is fake, it's unnecessary." Chu He shrugged and explained.

Cai Kai's brain suddenly twitched, until he realized it two seconds later, he immediately glared at him: "Boy! What a fool are you?! Didn't you see that we were talking about business? It's none of your business? Get out!"

Chuhe looked directly at Ye Mingchen and said, "Just now you helped me speak, so I think you are a nice person, and I don't want you to be cheated, so I would like to remind you that this painting is not worth 500 million."

After speaking, he was ready to leave.

Cai Kai became even more angry. He directly grabbed Chuhe's sleeve and called to the clerk at the counter: "Hey! What's the matter with Qingyage? Don't you know the rules? You haven't come out yet!"

At this time, the young clerk came out immediately and looked at Chuhe with a sorry face: "Sir, how about I take you to another antique rack?"

Although Tang Wanjun didn't know what was going on, but when she saw Cai Kai's frantic look, she was sure: "This must be a fake painting, hum!"

Chen Min frowned, and when she saw the shopkeeper coming down the stairs, she pointed to Chuhe and Tang Wanjun and said, "Pavilion master, he seems to be out of order, let them go quickly."

A man in his fifties, wearing a Tang suit, came slowly upstairs, with a touch of literati.

The shopkeeper glanced at the clerk standing beside Chuhe, waved his hand, and motioned for him to retreat.

Then the shopkeeper looked at Chuhe, and introduced himself: "I am the shopkeeper here, surnamed Zhuang, just now I heard you say that this painting is fake?"

"En." Chuhe responded.

Shopkeeper Zhuang nodded after hearing this, and then turned to look at Cai Kai and the other three people: "I Qingyage has been open for so long, and I have never allowed fakes to appear. Now this little brother has raised doubts. I think we It still needs to be identified."

After Cai Kai heard this, he became anxious: "Master Zhuang, I, Cai, can be regarded as an old acquaintance with you. It has been eight years in less than ten years, right? You don't believe me so much?"

"If this painting is real, then Master Cai doesn't need to worry, it can greatly enhance your reputation, but if it is really fake, then I can't clean the Accord." Shopkeeper Zhuang told Cai Kay explains the pros and cons.

Cai Kai saw that the painting must be appraised, so he patted the table and looked at Chuhe: "Come on! Tell me why this painting is fake!"

"Actually, this painting is not fake." Chu He explained calmly.

Ye Mingchen became even more confused after hearing this, "Little brother, please explain carefully."

Chen Min looked at it disdainfully: "I think it's probably nonsense, if it's fake it's fake, if it's not fake it's not fake, and if it's fake it's not fake, are you kidding me?"

Tang Wanjun was also a little confused after hearing this, but she still kept silent, expecting Chuhe's answer.

"A complete rice paper painting can be divided into several identical paintings layer by layer. I guess you haven't thought about this, right?" Chu He's words made Chen Min frown slightly.

(End of this chapter)