first son-in-law

Chapter 35
"I think you don't understand painting at all, why just say that this painting is fake?!"

A restorer answered Wu Feng's words in a strange way: "Don't pay attention to that person, he is just a new security guard, and I don't know why our Mr. Feng got caught up in recruiting a security guard to restore cultural relics!"

Wu Feng sneered: "It turns out that you are just a security guard. I told you that you can eat food indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. If you continue to point out Xu Beihong's authentic works like this, be careful that I will not be polite to you!"

Feng Gang was very concerned about the words, so he asked: "Mr. Jiang, how do you know that this painting is not authentic?"

The rest of the cultural relic restorers also accused Jiang Fan one after another.

"The sense of age on this scroll doesn't look fake at all. Why do you open your mouth and say that this painting is not authentic?"

"The picture scroll is indeed old, as if it has been stored for decades, but it is also possible that Xu Beihong's contemporary painters imitated Xu Beihong's paintings."

"You admit that the sense of age of this picture scroll is real, but you still say that this picture is fake, and you can say such nonsense that people of the same period imitated Xu Beihong's paintings, you should go back and be your security guard , don’t come to our auction house and make yourself embarrassed!”

Jiang Fan pointed to the year signed on the scroll.

"Xu Beihong died in September 1953. This scroll was signed in August 9. At that time, Xu Beihong was still lying in the hospital for cerebral hemorrhage. How could he have the time to paint Feihong walking on the snow?"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the field.

Especially Wu Feng, who shouted with an ugly face: "Shut up! This painting is absolutely impossible to be fake, and the family heirloom left by my great-grandfather must not be fake!"

"If you don't believe me, go to Baidu by yourself. You don't even know when Xu Beihong was born and what month he died. I want to know how you cultural relic restorers were recruited into the auction house?"

Now the other restorers stopped talking.

Only Feng Gang carefully put away the scroll and handed it to Wu Feng.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wu, but you have already heard the results of our appraisal. This scroll is undoubtedly a fake and cannot appear in the auction, so please return it, Mr. Wu."

Although Wu Feng couldn't accept the result, he had to believe in the fact that the picture scroll that he had always regarded as a treasure was copied by someone else!
After Wu Feng left, several restorers had somewhat changed their views on Jiang Fan. After all, he first restored some ancient relics, such as emerald green hairpins and blue and white porcelain, and now he has verified the authenticity of the paintings, which somewhat made them put away their contempt for Jiang Fan.

After an episode, these people returned to work.

"Mr. Feng, the old man of the Xu family has something to ask you to come over."

Feng Gang raised his head and glanced at Jiang Fan. : "Since it's your old man who came to see me, then you should come with me too."

Jiang Fan nodded.

At this time, in Xu's old house, Xu Changqing was yelling at Xu Ya.

"Do you know what you smashed? This is the White Jade Bodhisattva from the Yuan Dynasty! This was bought from the auction house when I was young and cost 500 million yuan. I have worshiped it for so many years. It's better for you to give it to me directly." Broken!"

Xu Jinghai knew that Xu Ya had caused a catastrophe, so he also snapped: "Xu Ya, hurry up and apologize to the old man!
"I bought this white jade Bodhisattva shortly after I started my business. It is because this Bodhisattva has brought wealth to our Xu family that our Xu family's business has been going smoothly all these years!"

"Grandpa, I really didn't do it on purpose. I know I was wrong. I will definitely pay you for this..."

"Compensation? You don't understand Bodhisattva at all! If you break this antique, you will anger Bodhisattva, and Bodhisattva will cut off the fortune of our Xu family! So what if you lose money and buy another antique? There is no way to let Bodhisattva Calm down!"

Xu Ya pouted.

The older generation is feudal and superstitious, Xu Changqing is even more so, he just accidentally broke a broken thing, it's like taking Xu Changqing's life!
At this time the housekeeper came to report.

"Master, Mr. Feng is here."

"Mr. Feng, you came just in time. Let's see if there is any possibility of this White Jade Bodhisattva recovering. This is a major matter related to the fortune of our Xu family. Mr. Feng must help me, an old man!"

Feng Gang looked at the white jade fragments on the ground, and his heart skipped a beat.

It was smashed to pieces, no matter how good the bonding technique is, there will definitely be cracks, and it has been broken into more than a dozen pieces. Even if it can really be glued, it will take half a month.

But Feng Gang didn't want to give Mr. Xu face, so he was in a dilemma for a while.

Feng Gang suddenly remembered that when Jiang Fan repaired a gap in the blue and white porcelain at the auction house, he turned to look at Jiang Fan.

"Old man, I really can't do anything about this white jade Bodhisattva, but I can introduce someone to the old man, maybe he can remedy this Bodhisattva."

"Who?"

"Jiang Fan."

When Xu Changqing heard these two words, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Jiang Fan is just a small security guard of your auction house. Mr. Feng, please stop joking. This thing is really important to our Xu family. As long as Mr. Feng is willing to repair it, I will pay no matter how much it costs!"

Feng Gang looked serious: "I'm not joking, let me tell you the truth, this white jade is broken into such a piece, it is difficult to restore it, but your Jiang Fan is indeed a genius in restoring cultural relics, I have never seen it Who can be as outstanding as him, Mr. Xu, you might as well let Jiang Fan try."

All eyes were on Jiang Fan.

Xu Changqing asked in doubt: "Jiang Fan, are you really good at restoring cultural relics?"

Before Jiang Fan could speak, Xu Jinghai interrupted.

"Old man, this white jade bodhisattva is related to the fortune of our Xu family, so it must not be careless. If it falls into Jiang Fan's hands, what if he damages this white jade bodhisattva a second time? Will Jiang Fan take this responsibility?"

Feng Gang said: "Mr. Xu, let me put it bluntly. Your son has already smashed this white jade bodhisattva into pieces. Even if it is really related to the wealth of your Xu family, it is now gone. It's already broken like this, why not let Jiang Fan try it."

Xu Yin struggled for a moment, then said, "Jiang Fan, if you are really sure, you might as well give it a try."

Although Xu Yin knew that Jiang Fan was just doing miscellaneous work in the auction house, she felt that Jiang Fan seemed to know these ancient relics very well. It can be seen.

Jiang Fan didn't bother to listen to other people's words, but Jiang Fan definitely took his wife's words to heart.

"Don't worry, old man, I will definitely deliver this white jade Bodhisattva to you in one hour."

Xu Ya sneered: "If Jiang Fan really has this ability, I'll wash my hair upside down!"

(End of this chapter)