Chapter 47

"That's not boss Hao's luck!" song Linpi didn't laugh.

"I've always had good luck." Hao Chuan said with a smile, "OK, I'm sorry."

Song Lin didn't answer. He and Hao Chuan know that the festival between them is not over yet! Song Lin is also thinking of avenging Chen Zhi. Hao Chuanxin said: look how you become demons! One by one, I'll wait for you to come to the door, kill one and earn one point.

The bodyguard of the sixth master took up the picture of the lady of the sixth master, and Mr. song also asked someone to take his picture of the lady off the display shelf.

Several people went to the office and spread the two pictures side by side. On the left is the painting of Mr. Song and on the right is the painting of the sixth master.

These two paintings are the same as those carved in the same mold. Hao Chuan, who has a small vocabulary, can only think of one word: Yimao!

The sixth master looked at Mr. Song with a smile. Mr. song also became serious and looked at the two paintings. I couldn't speak for a long time.

The expression on Song Lin's face was a little unnatural.

Hao Chuanxin said: if it weren't for you, you would be nervous!

"Old, old." Mr. Song sighed, "why can't I see it?"

"We are really old." the sixth master nodded. "I'm not sure for a long time. Otherwise, let the young man show us."

Then the sixth master looked at Hao Chuan, and Mr. song also looked at Hao Chuan. But the look on his face was full of disdain.

"Old six, although your eyesight is not as good as mine, you are also an expert." Mr. Song's speech is really not generally straight. "You should admire a young man so much today. Is his eyesight stronger than you?"

"Lao song, you can't refuse. Don't talk about me. Even you can't compare with him." the sixth master praised Hao Chuan.

Hao Chuan couldn't help being a little ashamed. He was a young generation. If he didn't have the skill of discerning treasure, how could he compare with experts such as sixth master and Mr. Song. Hao Chuan said with a smile, "you're welcome."

"Don't refuse, Mr. Hao. I think you have excellent eyesight and must have studied calligraphy and painting!" Song Lin smiled. Like Mr. Song, he did not believe that Hao Chuan could see the authenticity of the two paintings.

"Since Lao Liu trusts you so much, I'll let you back." Mr. Song gave up his position. "Boss Hao, please take an eye."

Mr. Song was polite, but the meaning of the test in his tone was obvious. However, if Hao Chuan couldn't say why, not only would he lose face, but even the sixth master would have to follow.

Hao Chuan smiled and walked forward. He looked down at the two paintings, opened the skill of the eye of treasure, and swept them once. This time, to Hao Chuan's surprise, Jianbao's eye showed that both paintings were true.

Wait, there seems to be something wrong. Hao Chuan thought of Yuan Qinghua sent by a middle-aged man two days earlier. The blue and white jar, both above and below, is real, only the bottle body is fake. The situation of the two paintings in front of us is somewhat similar.

Hao Chuan took a closer look, and finally raised his head and said, "these two pictures are false." as soon as he said this, Mr. Song showed an angry expression, and Song Lin sneered. Even the sixth master was a little confused and asked, "boss Hao, don't talk nonsense about this joke!"

"Sixth master, Mr. Song, listen to me." Hao Chuan continued. "These two paintings are fake and true."

"The more you say, the more confused I am." the sixth master patted his chest and said.

"Boy, if you don't speak clearly today, don't want to leave so easily today." Mr. Song is really angry. "Even if Lao Liubao can't do it, no one dares to talk so disorderly in the song auction house."

"Don't be angry, Mr. Song, listen to me explain slowly." Hao Chuan said slowly. His eyes glanced at Song Lin. he could be sure that everything behind this was done by song Lin.

Song Lin had no expression on his face. He didn't seem to believe Hao Chuan could say anything about ZiChou Yinmao.

"Look at this painting," said Hao Chuan, pointing to the picture of the sixth master's maid. "The strokes of this painting are full of charm, which is completely the technique of everyone in the Tang Dynasty. It can't be fake."

"It's still true!" the sixth master finally put down his hanging heart after listening to Hao Chuan's praise of his lady.

"Don't worry, sixth master." Hao Chuan continued, "but I'm a little strange. You see." Hao Chuan pointed to the position of the lady's hair. "There are some problems with these hair. Tang's writing skills are smooth, but these hair have an obvious feeling of frustration. It's obvious that future generations have made up a few strokes on it."

"Come with a magnifying glass." Mr. Song never uses tools to look at paintings. At his level, he can spell the slightest difference. Hao Chuanyi said that he also felt a little strange.

The sixth master also took a magnifying glass to see. Sure enough, after magnifying the position of the hair more than ten times, you can find a slight setback. I want one person to imitate and copy another person's notes. Even if I think about it again, when I write, there will be a pause in the stroke. This pause is very small. If I don't look at it one by one with a magnifying glass, I can't see it at all.

"What's the reason?" the sixth master didn't understand. "Did someone repair it later?"

"No, who dares to tamper with such a large handed down work!" Mr. Song was also convinced of Hao Chuan's eyesight, and such a small difference could be seen. Is this a built-in microscope?

"I'm just young and have a better eye." Hao Chuan said. His eyes unconsciously swept towards song Lin. Song Lin took out his mobile phone at a fast speed, as if he had sent a message.

"This can only prove that someone has tampered with the painting, but it can't prove that it is false." Mr. Song still can't fully listen to Hao Chuan.

"Sixth master, Mr. Song, look at this picture again." Hao Chuan pointed to the picture of a lady in the song auction house.

The sixth master and Mr. Song followed to see. It doesn't matter. The traces of hands and feet on the painting are more obvious.

"What's the reason? Both paintings have been painted by later generations. Which one of these two paintings is true?" the sixth master now doesn't understand what's going on.

"In fact, Mr. Song has understood." Hao Chuan looked at Mr. Song thoughtfully and said.

Mr. Song nodded. He really had guessed what was going on.

There is a craft of counterfeiting in the world, called stickers. It was originally the least fashionable counterfeiting technology, but anyone with a little eyesight can easily see it. The two paintings in front of us should also be pasted paintings, but the high level of technology has completely exceeded the recognition range of experts such as Mr. Song.

The sixth master doesn't understand more. Now he only cares whether his painting is true or not.