Rebirth 81: Being forced into marriage by my sister’s best friend at the beginning

The host did not get angry, but looked at Lin Ran with a smile: "That's a good question, but I can't reveal the identity of this person. The final value will be based on his opinion."

The others breathed a sigh of relief.

The host and the experts behind it, they have made this a tradition.

No one has ever dared to question it, it seems to be a lesson passed down from ancestors.

I thought Lin Ran, a brat like Lin Ran, would anger the host, but the host explained calmly.

But in Lin Ran's opinion, this explanation was no different from not saying anything.

He wanted to continue asking, but Ke Liang privately tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Don't ask any more, it will be good for you."

Seeing Lin Ran's curious look, the host smiled and said: "You don't have to plan to find it on the spot, he is not here."

The host did not intend to continue pursuing this matter with him. He looked around the circle and said with a smile: "It seems that no one else has a problem, so let the competition officially begin."

at this time.

The door was pushed open.

A man wearing a black suit and sunglasses appeared at the door.

Full of aura, looking like a boss.

But no one in the venue seemed to recognize him.

Fan Jian, who thought he was from the organizer, stood up and shouted angrily: "Who are you? No one else is allowed to enter the private venue!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand to ask the bodyguard to drive him out.

But the man was unmoved and walked straight into the venue.

The host quickly explained: "Everyone, let me introduce to you. This is Mr. Gao Peng from Yuanpeng Tea House. He is a customer recommended by Mr. Fan."

"Why didn't I know?" Fan Jian was stunned for a moment.

His father was not at the scene, so he couldn't ask about the situation.

The host represents authority and has the final say.

The people present looked around and started talking with the people around them.

"Okay, just treat him as an ordinary contestant." The host finally showed a serious expression, "Let's start the competition quickly."

He emphasized his tone, and the venue suddenly became quiet.

Those participating in the tournament are mainly members of four large families.

In order, the first one to take the stage was the Jin family.

A young man with the hairstyle of a Hong Kong and Taiwan star walked onto the stage.

Then, he walked straight to the inventory area, which was covered with a red cloth at the back.

He lifted up a piece of red cloth to reveal his exhibit.

What I saw covered by red cloth was a Chinese painting.

Lin Ran took a closer look and saw that it was Master Qi Baishi's "Shrimp Opera".

The calligraphy and painting are fully unfolded and are about five feet long.

On the plain white paper, six shrimps decorated with light ink are playing among the water plants.

Not far from them, there are three carp, spinning around the bluestone, like children in their brains.

If you look carefully, you can also find a crab drawn with dot ink under the bluestone. It opens its teeth and claws, trying to grab the carp's tail, but there is a waterweed wrapped around its hind feet.

With just a few strokes, the freehand brushwork and childlike interest in the landscape paintings are vividly displayed in front of everyone.

Even the layman Ke Liang couldn't help shouting at this kind of writing style.

"Why didn't I see this calligraphy and painting?"

Ke Liang was also shocked by the traditional Chinese paintings of Old Man Baishi.

This painting can be said to imply Shiraishi's lifelong skills, and it is rare to incorporate all the elements he is good at.

Although the painting was rare, Lin Ran did not remind Ke Liang because it was not authentic.

"Master Ke, you were in a daze at the time." Lin Ran replied, "But you don't have to be too sad. This painting is not as valuable as our screen."

"Why do you say this?" Ke Liang asked hurriedly.

Jiang Li said: "The price of calligraphy and painting is the most difficult to estimate. For those who love calligraphy and painting, this collection will be more valuable than cloisonne, but for non-calligraphy and painting lovers, the valuation of this painting is only 500 yuan." "

The price of five hundred is not a small amount in this era, but compared to other collections, it is almost negligible.

In fact, it was not only that, Lin Ran was about to explain, but the host interrupted them first.

"Everyone, be quiet for a minute and let me interview Mr. Jin Cheng. Why did you choose this exhibit at the auction?"

Only then did Lin Ran notice that Jin Cheng was different from other rich second generations in that he did not bring a treasure appraiser with him.

"Do you still need to explain the painting of Old Man Shiraishi? This painting already represents everything."

He was confident in his vision.

Moreover, it seems that he has no intention of winning the championship, but just wants to take the opportunity to show off his skills.

The host nodded and praised: "Young Master Jin is indeed well-deserved and has a unique vision. You bought this exhibit for 830 yuan, right?"

Although he looked ordinary, the host was able to memorize his auction price. This memory alone made Lin Ran feel that he was no ordinary person.

Jin Cheng nodded, as if waiting for the host to give an estimate.

The host smiled slightly and said to everyone in the audience: "Mr. Jin's comments are short and concise, but I also want to hear from everyone here, do you have any other opinions?"

Lin Ran asked: "Doesn't the official have the final say in the competition?"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Ke Liang replied in a low voice: "The host is testing the eyesight of others."

Competition is secondary, fighting is the main thing.

"The value of such a piece of pottery that dates back more than a thousand years and is still so completely preserved must be inestimable."

The treasure appraisers present had the same opinion as Jiang Li. They all felt that the auction items would definitely have no chance of winning, and they also lacked interest.

But one person is different.

It was Fan Jian. He was obviously a good person. After exchanging a few words with Xu Tianhua, he stood up and said, "Please forgive me, the painting you bought is not authentic."

Jin Cheng, who was on the stage, was instantly unhappy when he heard this.

"Mr. Fan, don't think it's important because your family is rich. I personally authenticated this painting. Why do you think it's a fake?"

Fan Jian took out a fan from nowhere, fanned it, and said in a joking tone: "This has nothing to do with whether our family has money or not. I am just making an objective evaluation."

He turned around and said to the audience: "As we all know, Mr. Baishi is famous for painting shrimps. There is a saying in modern painting schools that "Xu Beihong's horses are like Qi Baishi's shrimps." Baishi is good at painting shrimps, mainly because the shrimp's whiskers are very distinctive and look plain. It’s nothing surprising, but this painting imitates it too hard.”

"You can see the shrimp whiskers in this painting. Although the shrimp whiskers of the real thing are long, at the tip of the brush, Mr. Shiraishi will use a lifting technique to draw out their vigorous and powerful feeling. This brushwork is very common in his early works. You can still see it, but when he painted the picture of the opera shrimp, he was already over 80 years old. His sense of Taoism was natural, and he could paint this feeling without deliberately trying to do it. It formed a clear contrast with the soft image in the painting. Compared."

"So I think this painting is a fake. But it's not a complete fake because the seal underneath is real."

Fan Jian said proudly: "Master Jin, your eyesight is still not good enough. This painting should be a replica of one of his students. If you think it is authentic just by looking at the seal, I think you should quit the antique world as soon as possible. "