Chapter 404

"You... What do you mean?"

Gulon realized something, shivered and said.

Ye Fan nodded with a smile: "yes, this is a copy of art value, which is not inferior to the original copy."

What?

Imitation painting?

Value is not inferior to the original?

Ye Fan's words shook all people again.

He laughs and scolds directly.

"Fart, you!"

"Fakes are fakes."

"No one in the world knows that the price of a fake is not as high as that of a genuine one."

"Why, to your lips, it's a fake that's worth more?"

"How ridiculous it is

"Well, I won't talk to you. Now that you've admitted that this is a forgery, take the money, one million dollars, transfer or housing? "

"So many people have witnessed our bets. Don't let your money slip!"

Yang he grinned grimly and asked Ye Fan to take the money again.

However, Ye Fan is smiling, just, Ye Fan's face smile, how to see all some Yin cold.

"Boss Yang, I didn't take the gambling appointment seriously before. Quan should be joking with boss Yang."

"But now, I see boss Yang so aggressive. I suddenly changed my mind. "

Ye Fan sneered, then went forward, pointing to the four small characters in the corner of the painting, and then said, "I don't know if you can recognize these four characters?"

Yeah?

Just now gulon had just looked at the painting, but he didn't pay attention to the corners. He even hid four small characters.

The old master immediately went over to have a look, and his expression was immediately stagnant. An old face immediately took out: "Zhang... Zhang... Zhang Daqian, imitate?"

What?

Hearing the name of the man, all the people present trembled.

Even Yang he himself, is like lightning, stay in place.

"Yes, this painting is the imitation of Zhang Daqian, the king of counterfeiting!"

"In the history of Chinese calligraphy and painting, if we say that in this world, the value of imitations drawn by some people is higher than that of authentic works."

"There is no doubt that it is known as" the brush of the East ". The master of Chinese painting, Zhang Daqian

Ye Fan said in a cold voice. His words were like gold and stone, and his words were sonorous, which kept ringing in the whole exhibition hall.

Later, Ye Fan eyebrow eyes such as a knife, but also turned to look at the front of Yang He, cold voice again.

"In 1940, the master of Chinese painting, Zhang Daqian, copied the painting of Qingfeng by Ju ran, a painter of the Northern Song Dynasty."

"50 years later, it will be sold at a price of 70 million!"

"Later, in 2016," imitating Juran Qingfeng "was sold at Jiade autumn auction at a price of 13.5 million!

"In 1946, Zhang Daqian imitated Dong Yuan, a painter of the Five Dynasties in the Southern Tang Dynasty, in his work" the late scenery of the river bank. "

"Seventy years later, the painting sold for 130 million!"

"Now this painting of strange stones on Zhushan mountain, which imitates Su Dongpo, is not only exquisite in painting, but also outstanding in calligraphy."

"Its artistic value is far higher than the other two."

"Even with the lowest auction price of Zhang Daqian in the past, it will reach 70 million."

"And you, boss Yang! Just now I boasted about Haikou. If the painting is worth more than ten thousand yuan, I will pay ten times compensation... "

Ye Fan's words are so loud that they are like thunder. Every word, Ye Fan is a step forward, the whole body momentum, also soared a few points.

The whole person, just like a sword, slowly comes out of its sheath!

Until the end, ye fandun, and then, a cold drink, it is a rock breaking surprise!

If the sword comes out of the box, the edge will be exposed!!

"I said ~"

"you can't afford to pay for it!"

Under Ye Fan's words, people only felt that there was a strong wind.

Under fear and fear, Yang he himself, unexpectedly plopped a sound, directly scared, spread on the ground.