Madam, she's a full-time boss

Seeing the changes in the painting, shock flashed across the faces of everyone present.

"This painting actually hides a mystery? How did you do it?"

"Could this Wuchen be Wang Chongwen's mysterious best friend? It seems that this painting may be authentic."

"The question is how does this girl know that there is a line of poetry hidden in the folding fan of the man on the boat?"

At this time, someone suspected: "I suspect that this girl and the treasure appraiser are in the same group. They have tampered with this painting long ago. After all, Master Fan and the other two judges are professionals. The painting is a fake, so it should be unmistakable."

While everyone was discussing, an old voice said: "This "Huangshan Welcomes Guests" is indeed the authentic work of Wang Chongwen!"

As soon as the old man's voice came out, the scene fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes turned to the back.

At this time, an old man with white hair and wrinkled face slowly walked over with his back leaning on crutches.

Behind him were several staff members of Shunyuanju.

The old man looked at Gu Nan who was on the stage. His eyes, sunken like a dry well, shone with wisdom, and his weather-beaten, wrinkled face was full of majesty.

Seeing the old man, someone had already recognized him on the spot.

"It's Mr. Qi, he actually came to Pingcheng?"

"My God, you can actually meet Mr. Qi himself in your lifetime?"

"A few days ago, I saw on the news that Mr. Qi discovered an ancient tomb in southern Xinjiang. The old man, at his age, still went so far to repair the antiques in order to protect the cultural relics. It's really admirable."

Qi Lao, formerly known as Qi Peiwen, was one of the first group of outstanding archaeological experts in Huaguo. His main research areas were prehistoric archaeological excavation of Huaguo, historical relics excavation, and paleontology research.

Now the old man is 97 years old and has retired for many years, but he has always insisted on the front-line archaeological excavation and protection work. It can be said that Qi Peiwen is a figure who will definitely be recorded in history.

"Old Qi!"

Seeing the old man, the three judges on the judging panel were shocked at first, and when they regained their senses, they all stood up from their seats and walked in front of Mr. Qi.

Old Qi nodded kindly to the three of them.

"Sorry to interrupt you."

Fan Zenghong felt nervous for a while, he never thought that Mr. Qi would come to Pingcheng Ghost City.

"It's our honor to have you here." The judge next to him said respectfully.

Old Qi walked slowly to the picture, and looked at it carefully again.

His deep and wise eyes looked at Gu Nan.

"Little girl, how did you discover the hidden poems on the folding fan?"

Gu Nan's cold eyes moved slightly, hiding the expression in the bottom of the eyes.

"There is a problem with the composition of the green bamboo with the folding fan in the hands of the characters in the painting. The white space is too large. Wang Chongwen is a master painter. He will definitely not make such a low-level mistake. Since it is not ignorance, it should be intentional. So in my case When I inspected the painting, I found that the paper quality in this area of ​​the fan was different, which reminded me of seeing the "ancient method of smoke flow" in an ancient book."

A look of surprise appeared on Qi Lao's face.

"You actually know the ancient method of Yanliu?"

The expert next to him asked curiously: "Old Qi, what is the ancient method of smoke flow?"

Qi Lao explained: "The ancient method of smoke flow is a kind of red, yellow and blue pigments made by drying and grinding seventeen kinds of insect corpses into powder, which can be processed by special processing. Modulated into any color, it will fuse with the paper after it is air-dried. Different from the permeability of ordinary pigments, this pigment will evaporate naturally after being heated at a certain temperature. The folding fan part of this painting was skillfully used by Wang Chongwen. The ancient method."

"So, this painting is really Wang Chongwen's authentic work?"

Old Qi smiled and took out an ancient blue book in his hand.

"This book is an article written by Wang Chongwen himself. Judging from the comparison of handwriting, the inscriptions and poems on this painting are all written by Wang Chongwen, and the person named Wuchen on the folding fan is this painting. The original owner is mentioned in the book in my hand."

Mr. Qi opened the book, and there was a line in it, Wang Chongwen mentioned that during a trip to Huangshan, he was accompanied by his friend Wuchen, and he had a great enlightenment in the morning and evening.

This is also the only character Wuchen mentioned by Wang Chongwen in his books.

"Judging from this sentence in Wang Chongwen's book, the person who traveled to Huangshan with Wang Chongwen back then was Wuchen."

After Mr. Qi's personal appraisal, the scales in the audience's hearts instantly tilted.

Although Fan Zenghong shined brilliantly and became famous in the treasure-appreciation circle, his contribution was limited to the treasure-appreciation circle.

And Qi Lao is a real person who has made outstanding contributions to world archaeology, and the two are not at the same level at all.

"Since Mr. Qi said that this painting is authentic, and considering the description in Wang Chongwen's book, this painting is definitely painted by Wang Chongwen."

"I didn't expect Master Fan to miss him sometimes."

Fan Zenghong's face was pale, and he suppressed his anger in his heart.

"I was negligent. I didn't expect this painting to hide a mystery. Fortunately, Mr. Qi, you came in time, otherwise this treasure would be so regretfully missed."

Old Qi looked at Fan Zenghong with shrewdness in his eyes.

"It's good that Zeng Hong doesn't hate me."

Fan Zenghong squeezed out an awkward smile.

"You are joking, it is my honor to have your old advice."

Old Qi looked at Gu Nanyi.

"If Miss Gu hadn't discovered the mystery of the painting in time, this painting might really have been buried."

Fan Zenghong could only smile and nod in embarrassment.

The hatred in my heart!

private room

Mr. Jiang, Jiang Mochen and Mr. Juan stared at the girl on the stage.

Jiang Mochen frowned tightly, his eyes were full of astonishment.

Since when did Gu Nanyi understand appreciating treasures?

She didn't even understand the high school textbooks, and the history is even worse. How could she know about Wang Chongwen's paintings?

Mr. Jiang also recognized Gu Nanyi, and was really shocked to see this little girl again.

I still remember the last time I saw her, the little girl looked timid and cowardly, she didn't like to talk, and she was dressed in a strange way. Standing next to Gu Xiyan at that time was like a servant girl.

Seeing her again at this time, it seemed like she had been completely reborn in just a few months.

When the grandfather and grandson were deep in thought, Master Juan glanced at Jiang Mochen and smiled.

"It's really a coincidence. Just now we have been discussing the jewel in the palm of the Ye family, and finally he appeared."

"Oh? Elder Ye's granddaughter is here too? Where is she?" Elder Jiang was very excited.

It is really a god-sent opportunity, which is enough to show that the daughter of the Ye family and Mo Chen are destined.

Master Juan pointed to the girl on the stage and said, "It's far away from the horizon, but it's close to our eyes!"

Mr. Jiang followed the direction pointed by Master Juan, and besides the hostess, the only girl on the stage was Gu Nanyi.

"Brother Tired, are you kidding me?" Elder Jiang turned cold.

Tired Lord looked at him suspiciously: "How do you say that?"

Mr. Jiang snorted softly: "I know that girl, she is the daughter of Gu Tingjun from the Gu Group."