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"What's wrong."

Mr. Lu's expression was very obvious, and everyone next to him could see it very clearly.

For a moment, Mr. Cai asked with a smile: "Mr. Lu, is there anything wrong with these paintings? You might as well say it directly. I am mentally prepared for this."

“These paintings…”

At this time, Mr. Lu hesitated and said, "I'll take a look..."

While speaking, Mr. Lu took out a magnifying glass and carefully observed several oil paintings. And everyone next to him noticed that the more he looked, the more frowned he frowned. From this, it can be judged that things were a bit unusual.

Seeing this, Wang Guan was also a little curious and couldn't help but look closer. However, oil paintings were his weakness, and he would definitely not see any clues by simply looking at them with his naked eyes. With curiosity, he simply

Special abilities were used.

"Huh!"

At first glance, Wang Guan's face also had a little more surprise and absurdity: "So that's it..."

"Brother, you can see it too." At the right time, Cai Peng was right next to him, and naturally heard Wang Guan's voice, and hurriedly asked: "Is there any problem with these paintings?"

"...It's not easy to say." Wang Guan thought about it, but shook his head gently.

"What's wrong with saying?" Cai Peng said indifferently: "At worst, it's all fake. Our Cai family can afford to pay. But those who dare to lie to my dad will definitely not end up."

"Apeng, stop talking nonsense."

At the same time, Mr. Cai spoke, smiling and said, "Nephew, do you know how to appreciate oil paintings?"

“…understand a little, understand a little.”

Wang Guan smiled embarrassedly and said, "But with Mr. Lu here, I don't have to show my ugly face."

“No, no…”

However, Mr. Lu was also very polite, as if he had found a step. He hurriedly signaled: "Since Mr. Wang is also an expert, everyone might as well communicate..."

"How dare you show off your skills?"

"Only by communicating with each other can we make progress together."

Seeing the two of you push me, Cai Peng was a little impatient and simply said, "Don't be too slow, tell the truth quickly. Brother, I believe you, you can say."

Hearing this, Wang Guan smiled bitterly, but also noticed Mr. Cai's expression. He knew that it would be impossible not to say anything, so as not to think that he was making a fool of himself.

Thinking of this, Wang Guan hesitated a little and said, "Speaking of this, I don't know much about oil paintings, and I have no contact with the painter Mo You. However, I can see that these five paintings are in style,

They are all very similar in style, obviously from the same person’s handwriting.”

"Uh-huh."

At this time, Mr. Lu nodded and said, "Yes, I can be sure. These five paintings were all painted by the same person. These can be identified in details, such as the outline of tulips and the description of the image of a girl...

”

Mr. Lu was afraid that Mr. Cai would think he would not do his best, so he said it very in detail.

"In other words, all these paintings are fake." Cai Peng raised his eyebrows, looking murderous.

“No, no…”

However, at this moment, Wang Guan and Mr. Lu actually shook their heads at the same time.

In an instant, Mr. Lu looked at Wang Guan and felt a little surprised. He didn't find it strange that Wang Guan could see that the five paintings were all from the same person. After all, how many people could be the person in charge of the treasure exhibition?

There must be two brushes. However, those who can see deeper meanings will somewhat admire him.

At this moment, Mr. Lu finally put away his hidden contempt and smiled and gave in: "Mr. Wang, let's talk about it."

"...Then I'll throw my bricks and make me feel bad." Knowing that it's not the time to keep you in a silence, Wang Guan no longer dragged on the mud, but said frankly: "In my opinion, these paintings should all be real."

"What?" Cai Peng was stunned: "Is it all true?"

"Um."

Wang Guan nodded and smiled, "Of course, it can also be said to be fake, but strictly speaking, it cannot be called a fake."

"……don't know."

Cai Peng felt a little dizzy and said inexplicably: "Is it true or false?"

"It's just difficult to distinguish, so I just told you that this matter is hard to say." Wang Guan said helplessly: "You have to know that things in the art circle, especially things in the oil painting art circle, are particularly complicated. The truth is that.

Falseness is not something that can be explained clearly in just a few words, and there is no unified standard.”

"That's right, that's it." Mr. Lu agreed and nodded in agreement.

"I still don't understand."

Poor Cai Peng was a little confused, but now he is completely confused.

"Mr. Lu."

At this time, Wang Guan stopped showing off and looked directly at Mr. Lu: "You are a professional, so it's better for you to explain it clearly."

"It's OK."

Mr. Lu nodded and explained slowly: "There are many fakes on the market. Most of the imitations used to be famous paintings, but now people are smart and know that famous paintings are collected in large museums and are no longer so easy to be fooled.

Therefore, counterfeiters have changed from the works of famous imitators in the past to imitating the market and selling them well, and have investment potential, but are not very famous. "

"However, unknown is that many recognized fakes are often closely related to the painter himself."

While speaking, Mr. Lu hesitated for a while and finally said to the truth: "For example, this Tulip Girl is a work copied by the painter."

"Self-copy?" Cai Peng was stunned: "What does it mean."

"After the painter's work won a grand prize or was collected by a national art gallery, the buyer often designates to collect the work." Mr. Lu explained: "At this time, the painter is likely to paint the same work again."

For sale, this is self-replication. It is said to be a fake, but he painted it by the painter himself; it is a bit inappropriate if it is true."

"After all, in the world's concept, every work is like a leaf, and it is impossible to have exactly the same existence. Even if it is the same subject, the form of expression is often different."

Mr. Lu said solemnly: "The first work is often carefully created by the author, which is naturally full of emotion and artistic appeal. But the second and third paintings...that is purely the process of copying. Where else is there

Art can be said? So in the eyes of many people, the painter's self-replication is considered a fake."

"Understood."

At the right time, Cai Peng suddenly realized and frowned and said, "In other words, these paintings are all the guy named Mo You. In order to make money, he simply copied himself?"

"It's right to say this." Mr. Lu nodded slightly, and sighed: "A young man cannot withstand the temptation of fame and fortune, and is willing to fall into depravity. If this matter is spread, his reputation will probably be destroyed.

It is even very likely that he will not be able to stand the blow and will return to the common people from then on, and will no longer be called a genius."

"You care what you do, he is taking it upon himself." Cai Peng snorted: "If you don't commit suicide, you won't die. When he is doing evil ways, he should have expected retribution."

A bad guy like Cai Peng actually has times when he is righteous and righteous. It is really rare.

Wang Guan didn't have any special feelings when he muttered secretly. The most important thing was that he didn't know Mo You at all, so naturally he couldn't say he was worried. However, when he looked at the oil paintings carefully, he suddenly felt that in the paintings

The Tulip Girl seems to have a bit of familiarity. It seems that she has seen it somewhere.

But it was a pity that the portrait was a side face and did not show the whole picture of the character at all. Wang Guan thought about it carefully and found that there was no memory in this regard.

While Wang Guan was thinking, he heard Mr. Cai laughing and said, "Since it is the painter's own work, it cannot be called a fake. Thank you Mr. Lu for helping to identify it. By the way, I have my nephew, so I'll bother you..."

While speaking, Mr. Cai waved his hand to signal the bodyguard to take down the oil painting, and then someone brought something over.

"Also?" Cai Peng was stunned, but found that the thing was not an oil painting, but a scroll, which undoubtedly should be an ancient Chinese painting.

"I heard that Mr. Lu is well-versed in Chinese and Western learning. He is not only proficient in Western oil paintings, but also very knowledgeable about ancient Chinese paintings." At the same time, Mr. Cai smiled and said, "It's not a matter of two people. Please appreciate this ancient painting again."

painting."

Mr. Lu naturally would not refuse. After taking the scroll, he spread it out carefully and saw that the ancient painting was a landscape painting.

At this time, Wang Guan also came to his senses and looked at the landscape paintings. He saw that the picture was painted with a few green ancient pine trees, with streams winding by the side, full of elegant and quiet colors.

"The artistic conception is good, it is a good painting."

This is a preliminary judgment. Wang Guan nodded slightly and continued to look closely. He saw that under the pine trees and beside the stream, there were several scholars lying and drinking. The clothes of these literati were a bit messy, quite a bit

A bit of ancient style of Wei and Jin dynasties.

"Qiu Song Gaoyin Picture!"

At the right time, Mr. Lu vividly defined the painting, and then said with some surprises: "This is a painting by Wen Jia, a famous painter of the Wumen School of Painting in the Ming Dynasty."

"Wen Jia?"

Wang Guan's eyes turned, but he saw a line of strokes at the bottom left side of the picture. The clear and vigorous small regular script has very smooth brushwork, and the two characters Wen Jia have a very clear font, which makes people see at a glance.

"Who is Wen Jia?"

For some people, Wen Jia is well-known, but for some people, she has never heard of it. For example, Cai Peng is now looking confused and muttering: "Is it Wen Zhengming?"

"Well, I know that Wen Zhengming is still very helpful, not completely ignorant." Wang Guan laughed and couldn't help but explain: "Wen Jia is Wen Zhengming's son. He is good at poetry, calligraphy, and is good at identifying ancient times.

Calligraphy, painting, and carvings of stone are the best in the Ming Dynasty.”

"Speaking of this, Wen Zhengming is really good at teaching his son. His eldest son Wen Biao and his second son Wen Jia are all people who can leave their names in history books. And in the late Ming Dynasty, Wen Zhen appeared among his descendants.

Meng, that is the late bloomer.”

Wang Guan talked in a casual manner: "Anyway, from Wen Zhengming in the middle of the Ming Dynasty to Wen Zhenmeng in the late Ming Dynasty, for more than a hundred years, the Jiangnan literary family can be regarded as a veritable scholarly family and a prominent family..." (Unfinished
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