Ran Mu's picture of the distant mountains has never been exhibited in public, only Ran Mu's agent once revealed the existence of this painting.

She also released half of the photo of the distant mountain picture, but that half of the photo almost shocked the entire collection world.

So when Zhong Limo released the news of the finale of this painting exhibition, all the collectors who received the invitation came out in full swing.

Now, Mu Qian has clearly pointed out in front of so many people that this painting is fake.

This not only questioned Zhong Limo, but also slapped everyone present in the face.

Of course, they would not allow such things.

"I advise Miss Yun not to be so arbitrary. You can't say this nonsense." The man in charge stepped forward and stared at Mu Qian and asked, "How much does Miss Yun know about Chinese painting? Which university did you graduate from? Or which master did you study in painting?"

The man following him echoed, "This is not a child's house play. He opens his mouth with red mouth and white teeth. If there is no accumulation of professional knowledge, this will be the biggest joke."

Zhong Limo looked at everyone's collective condemnation and she became more confident.

How could she be scared by a person who didn't get into the university? I'm afraid that in the first half of her life, she didn't even know what Chinese painting is.

Chinese painting appraisal is not an industry field that you can enter casually, it requires deep knowledge accumulation.

"Qianqian, if you don't know how to draw, we can change people, but you can't talk so randomly, it will make people laugh."

Mu Qian moved forward and approached the hanging painting, not willing to pay attention to the people behind her.

"This painting is indeed imitated to the extreme. Whether from the color painting method, it perfectly inherits the style of Ranmu. It is a bit dull and graceful in its atmosphere, and even the signature handwriting below is almost exactly the same. Unfortunately, the fake ones are fake after all, and no matter how magnificent it is, they are fake."

"It can be seen from the style and color of this painting, both from the style and from the use of color, that was the hand of Ran Mu." The man who had just talked to Mu Qian retorted.

Xiaoya whispered behind Mu Qian, "That was Song Renfu, a famous collector in the imperial capital. She once went to the old man's class."

I heard that this person is also famous for making antiques and never misunderstood.

"Mr. Song is the best among appraisers. His abilities are famous. One is a famous appraiser, and the other is a yellow-haired girl who has been living in the countryside and has not even attended school for a few days. It's very clear who we should believe in."

When they said this, everyone present laughed out loud.

It is conceivable that even if you come from a big family, family education is still very important.

"Is that true? Where did you tell from? " Mu Qian asked back.

Song Renfu raised his hand, Zhong Limo, who was standing beside him, understood what he meant, stepped forward and opened the glass cabinet that locked the painting.

Almost the moment the glass cabinet was opened, Song Renfu poured out the water cup in his hand.

"Ah!" Zhong Limo exclaimed with covering her lips.

The transparent liquid hit the drawing paper and flowed down the lines and fell to the ground.

But the landscape, world and earth in the painting show no signs of smudge and are still intact.

"Ran Mu's paintings are famous for being unique from paper to ink. The paper and ink he used do not melt when it encounters water, which is well known to everyone in the industry." Song Renfu took the handkerchief from his entourage and wiped his palms.

Mu Qian almost laughed out loud, thinking that this was such a powerful person. Even paintings could not disperse ink when they encountered water.

Not to mention this technology is now on the Intercontinental continent, even on the Five Continental continents, where she lives, the counterfeiters have already used it to perfection.

"Since you know that Ran Mu's paintings are rare from the material, you should know that the pigments he uses are also special ores. Look up at the distant mountain Dai." Mu Qian reminded.

Everyone's eyes fell on the clouds and mist peaks in the painting. The ore used for the color of the green indian is said to be the color that the dye Mu himself harmonized, and it is unique in terms of proportion and in terms of it.

Mu Qian then snapped her fingers, and when she heard her order, Xiaoya raised her hand and pulled the switch down.

The huge venue instantly fell into darkness, leaving only the sunlight from the small windows beside the walls, so that everyone would not be in the dark.

"The ore used by Ranmu is blended with a certain proportion of pigments. The color of the ore used by Ranmu is the most commonly used color in his paintings. Because of the color of the ore itself, there will be a light luster in the darkness. But if you look at the top of the mountain in this painting, such a bright color is obviously mixed with fluorescent agent, and the color is very eye-catching."

In the darkness, the top of the mountain on this painting does emit a very bright luster, much brighter than the black color of the other paintings.

"Impossible!" Zhong Limo suddenly collapsed, "I checked it carefully. The color was not like this when I bought it!"

Why is it so eye-catching now?

"It's your own collection, no one can drop the bag unless it's a trick on the painting."

Mu Qian said as he turned on the flashlight with his mobile phone, approached the scroll, and looked down. Sure enough, he found a light brown dust on the attachment of the paper.

"The common methods used by people who make fakes are naturally incomparable to fluorescent agents and natural ores, so when painting, they use a heavy color to cover the brightness of the fluorescent agent. After a long time, the color falls off, and the original appearance of the fluorescent agent is revealed."

"In addition, there are also fluorescent agents scattered in many places on this painting, you can take a good look."

There is no need to remind Mu Qian. Just now, Song Renfu poured a cup of water on it, and washed away the covered ink color, which made the spots on the painting more obvious.

These are all small means. If you pay more attention to the inspection, you won’t be deceived like this.

Thinking of this, Mu Qian looked at Zhong Limo with a pale face. She originally thought she was such a powerful character.

Unexpectedly, it was also an embroidered pillow with a bag of grass, which was empty inside.

The questions that Mu Qian pointed out were already naked in front of everyone, and everyone here was also very accomplished in painting.

Of course, these questions can be seen at a glance.

Song Renfu was silent. This imitation painting was really imitated, which made him look at it.

Xiaoya looked almost done and continued to pull the switch open, and the light suddenly shook everyone's eyes.

"I'm not a person who doesn't know how to draw. Look at the trees by the lake. The wild mu painting trees, which rarely paints scenery, start from the trees, but this painting obviously starts from the bottom of the tree. The different smudges of the ink marks affect the texture of the entire tree."

This is an extremely inconspicuous tree, and the artistic conception of the whole painting is not on such a tree.

Who can think so much...

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Mu Qian: I can’t beat myself up?

Yesterday I received a notice from the editor that this article will be on the shelves on the 31st of this month. I will be busy saving the manuscripts in the past two days. At that time, I will be shameless and ask all the fairies for monthly tickets. Everyone can save monthly tickets in the past few days.

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