The bald man looked silly and arrogant. This painting was not a fake, but an authentic work by Tang Yin.

You must know that Tang Yin did not have many handed down works, so the price of each one is very astonishing. His most expensive masterpiece "Viewing the Waterfall on Mount Lushan" was sold at auction for 590 million U.S. dollars, which is about 36

100 million. Another masterpiece, "Calm Mountains and Long Days" was sold at auction for US$500 million. Therefore, once Tang Yin's authentic work is released, it will be fiercely competed by collectors.

Once the "Ink Bamboo Painting" in front of you is confirmed to be an authentic work by Tang Yin, even if it has flaws, its value at auction will remain high.

"You can go, don't forget to clean the walls outside the stairs, or you can pay some money to the property management and let the property management clean it up."

Li Mo waved his hand and said that the matter had been dealt with and there was no need for them to stay here anymore.

The bald man hurriedly nodded and left. He was thinking about whether to tell the boss about this. If the boss knew that the ink bamboo painting was an authentic work by Tang Yin, I wonder if he would go crazy.

Forget it, just take it one step at a time. After all, the boss is behind this and is just following orders.

Mr. An and his wife finally breathed a sigh of relief. They were about to collapse under such pressure for so long. They had already made the worst plan, which was to sell the house to pay off their debts.

"Teacher An, Mr. Jiang, please put away this authentic painting of Tang Yin. Although it has some flaws, it is still worth collecting."

Li Mo had no intention of coveting this painting, but Lao Jiang immediately said: "Absolutely not, even if this painting has no flaws, even if it is worth hundreds of millions, it means nothing to us. This painting

Whether it's true or not, we can't even tell, let alone other things. The man just said that if you paid the money, then the painting will naturally be yours."

"Li Mo, the teacher is very grateful for your help. You should take this painting away. It is destined not to belong to us. If it weren't for you, this authentic painting of Tang Yin might be burned one day. If it weren't for you,

Who in the whole world knows that it is authentic? If you take it away, we will feel at ease."

"Mr. Li, what my parents said is what I want to say. I learned a profound lesson this time. Whether it is authentic or not is no longer important to me."

Li Mo pondered for a while and said: "I will compensate you 1.5 million, and you will learn a lesson. If you are very interested in antiques, you can spend more time doing research on them in the future. In fact, you have the courage to take action.

It also proves that you still have the foundation, but you have underestimated the power of darkness in society. If you are interested in developing in this industry in the future, my museum over there is worth your choice."

Jiang Xiaofeng stood up, bowed deeply to Li Mo and said, "Thank you Mr. Li, I am very ashamed. If you hadn't helped me, I would have thought of committing suicide."

Teacher An and his wife's expressions suddenly changed.

"Okay, this matter is in the past, we still have to look to the future." Li Mo patted him on the shoulder, "Come and take a look."

"There are two flaws in this authentic painting of Tang Yin's "Ink Bamboo Picture". The first one should be what you all discovered, which is the inscription and postscript. Everyone knows that Tang Yin was one of the four great talents of the Ming Dynasty.

Unparalleled in the world, especially the flower and bird paintings are good at freehand ink painting, free and elegant. The calligraphy is also strange and handsome, and is modeled after Zhao Mengfu, but the name of his painting far overshadows the name of his calligraphy."

"The reason why everyone is not sure is probably because you think this inscription calligraphy is very different from Tang Yin's calligraphy works, right?"

Lao Jiang nodded hurriedly: "Mr. Li hit the nail on the head. The experts I hired also had their doubts about the calligraphy."

Li Mo smiled and said: "So this is a misunderstanding. Many priceless calligraphy works have been commented on by future generations. Why do you think they are authentic, while the one in front of you is a fake."

Lao Jiang was stunned and suddenly slapped his head.

"At the end of the inscription and postscript, it is written: Sumen Tang Yin wrote freehand for Wen Zhao and Shen Jun, which may mean that Tang Yin specially made this ink bamboo painting for Shen Wenzhao, and the inscription and postscript may also have been written by him himself."

"Yes, that's right, it really woke up the dreamer. From this perspective, there is no flaw in Tang Yin's painting "Ink Bamboo Picture"." Lao Jiang marveled again and again, and then asked, "Mr. Li, what about the other one?

Where’s the one flaw?”

Li Mo pointed to the last small area of ​​bamboo, he drew a few circles and said: "This area has some stagnation and incoherence in the continuity of the brushwork. Someone may have replenished the brushstrokes after it was damaged."

Lao Jiang hurriedly took out a magnifying glass from the bedroom, and then looked at the area carefully. After a while, he straightened up and sighed: "The Golden Eye of the Magic City and the Immortal Eye of Kyoto are truly well-deserved. Even this little flaw can be seen by the naked eye."

You see. I have learned a lesson. I really learned a lesson today. Xiaofeng, you have also learned a lot."

Jiang Xiaofeng took the magnifying glass and observed it for a while before nodding, convinced.

"Li Mo, I'm going out to buy groceries. I must stay for lunch, otherwise the teacher will always feel bad."

"Hahaha, even if the teacher doesn't say anything, I will take the initiative to stay and earn a living. I guess there will be many people in my master's antique shop looking for me now, wanting my help with the Palm Eyes."

"Okay, okay, you and Lao Jiang are chatting. The teacher went out to buy groceries and will be back soon."

Li Mo transferred another 1.5 million to Jiang Xiaofeng. Seeing the embarrassed look on his face, Li Mo said in a slightly solemn tone: "This lesson is not a big one. If you are not careful, you will lose everything and your family will be ruined. What will happen in the future?"

You can do as much work as you have the ability. If you want to make it big by picking up mistakes, there is no chance, but in general there are very few opportunities. At least the ones we see the most in the news are big pitfalls such as fraud."

"Mr. Li, I understand, and I will definitely keep it in mind."

"Which university are you in Kyoto?"

"National People's Congress."

Li Mo took a sip of the tea that had cooled down and said, "I'll go back and talk to someone. You should go to school as normal and don't be delayed."

"Thank you Mr. Li, thank you."

Teacher An cooks all home-cooked dishes, and she also orders a few big dishes from outside. After all, it takes a long time to cook big dishes at home.

"Teacher An's craftsmanship has not deteriorated at all."

"Eat more if you like." Teacher An poured him a drink, "You are going to stay in the Magic City for a few days. Some time ago, there has been news on the Internet about the jade Buddha statue you found. Are you in

Where did you find that national treasure of the Thai royal family worth 2 billion yuan? Many teachers in the school are asking me about you, how do I know?"

"I found it in the United States and accidentally discovered it at the Seattle Antiques Festival. Even I didn't expect it to be so valuable. But the Thai royal family wants to bring it back to enshrine it, so I have no idea of ​​​​making a move. I will stay here

In the museum.”

Li Mo gnawed on a big stick bone and wiped his mouth with a tissue: "I'll go back to Kyoto in five more days. It's not a problem to hide in the magical capital all the time."
Chapter completed!