Zhang Hao smiled and said, "Where are you? I'll come to find you." He can't let Wang Tianchen come to Zhangyuan now. Everything here is too scary. If someone doesn't understand antique calligraphy and paintings, he can only sigh at the luxury when he comes in. But in the eyes of a person like Wang Tianchen, everything here is too terrifying.

Wang Tianchen didn't care, and smiled and said, "I'm in Huasheng Tiange Hotel."

Zhang Hao said, "I'll arrive later, you send the room number to your phone."

After giving Xiao Mei, Zhang Hao took a bus to Huasheng Tiange Hotel, and this hotel is actually Zhang Hao's capital, and he also needs a place to entertain guests.

Wang Tianchen opened a business suite, and Zhang Hao knocked on the door and went in.

When they saw Wang Tianchen coming up, the two shook hands and greeting each other. At this time, Zhang Hao found that there were still several people sitting on the sofa outside, one of whom was an old acquaintance. Jin Xianyu also stood up and said, "Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Haoqi said: "That coincidence, Director Jin is here too."

Wang Tianchen smiled and said, "I specially invited the director to come."

Director?

Wang Tianchen said: "Old Jin is the director of the museum, and the director of the Cultural Relics Bureau..."

"Come on, let me introduce you to you. This is Yu Qian and Mr. Yu of Su City Museum, a famous contemporary appraisal master who specializes in appraisal of ancient calligraphy and paintings."

Yu Qian was thin, with a figure of about 1.5 meters, wrinkles on his face, white hair, thick glasses, and a look of bitterness and deep hatred. His expression was also very indifferent. He reached out to hold his hand and shook it with Zhang Hao, and said, "I have heard that Mr. Zhang's big collectors will be able to see Mr. Zhang's collection in the future [Bayi Chinese website www.81zw.info]. Haha."

This is just unwilling to accept it.

Zhang Hao's soul was extremely sensitive. He understood as soon as he heard it. He smiled and said, "If you have a chance." His tone was very light. According to Zhang Hao's temper, he was disdainful to argue. Anyway, I collected it for my preferences, not for showing off. If you doubt it, then just doubt it slowly.

"This is an appraisal master from Beijing, a master-level expert who specializes in appraising ceramics, Wu Dingkun and Mr. Wu."

Wu Dingkun was extremely enthusiastic, stepped forward, held Zhang Hao's hand, and the smile on his face was about to bloom: "Long long! Long long, last time Yu Muheng, Chairman Yu said to you, haha, he said, Zhang is a big collector!"

Zhang Hao said: "Good to meet, lucky to meet! Hello, Teacher Wu."

This is a man in his thirties. He should be a fitness expert. His muscles all over his body want to swell up his clothes. He is strong and has a height of 1.8 meters. Compared with this, Yu Qian beside him looks extremely weak.

Zhang Hao glanced at Wang Tianchen in confusion, wondering why he invited three appraisal masters.

Wang Tianchen said: "I collected three cultural relics and specially invited experts to identify them. If there is no expert to see them, I will always feel uneasy."

I see!

Zhang Hao said: "Take it out and take a look."

Wang Tianchen's assistant came in, took two long small boxes and placed them on the coffee table. After going out, he came in again, and this time he held a large rectangular box and placed it on the table.

Zhang Hao didn't get started, he just watched coldly and saw too many ancient calligraphy and paintings. He did not expect Wang Tianchen to receive anything good.

Yu Qian opened a long box and knew at a glance that this box was used to pack scrolls. Modern times focused on packaging. Unlike Zhang Hao in the late Qing Dynasty, a bag of flowers could wrap a bunch of scrolls.

There is a special rack that hangs one end of the scroll, and Yu Qian holds both ends with his hands and slowly unfolds it.

Half-expanded the scroll, Zhang Hao stopped reading it. Shi Tao’s landscape pictures and imitations, so Zhang Hao stopped reading it immediately.

Wang Tianchen came to Zhang Hao and asked, "What?"

Zhang Hao smiled and said, "Listen to the truth or to be lies? Or I don't say anything, you can do it."

Wang Tianchen said: "Let's say it, hehe."

"The meaning of not speaking is that I just pretend that I have never seen this painting. The lies are, this painting is OK, but I don't like it. As for the meaning of it, I think about it myself, and the truth is... This painting is imitated well, with the charm of a monk with seventy-six-fold bitter gourd. The person who imitates it should also be a famous artist in the painting world."

Wang Tianchen laughed happily and said, "Sure enough, Mr. Zhang's eyes are amazing!"

Yu Qian looked around and down for a long time, then carefully looked at the inscriptions and seals with a magnifying glass, and had to sigh: "It is indeed a imitation, but it really imitates Shi Tao's charm. Mr. Zhang said it well. This person's strength will definitely not be an unknown person in the painting world."

Seeing that Wang Tianchen was not depressed at all, Zhang Hao knew that he had another purpose.

Wang Tianchen said: "Guess who imitated it?"

Zhang Hao checked it a little, compared it with the calligraphy and painting library materials in his mind, and smiled and said, "Zhang Daqian's work."

Wang Tianchen applauded and laughed: "Yes, his paintings are extremely valuable! The appreciation prospects are excellent!"

Zhang Hao shook his head and said, "It is meaningless to measure calligraphy and painting... it is worthwhile to measure it with money. You can't say that Shi Tao's paintings are cheaper or more expensive than other people's paintings. Just say that he is not good at it. There may be a sense of brush and ink between calligraphy and paintings, but it is meaningless to measure it with money. Collection is a kind of cultural heritage, not because of appreciation and depreciation."

Yu Qian looked at Zhang Hao in surprise, nodded and said, "This is reasonable, you are not bad." He didn't care who Zhang Hao was, he praised him if he said it well. He originally thought that Zhang Hao was a second generation Tibetan, and this big collector was inherited by his family, but Zhang Hao had a few words and he knew that he was wrong. Knowing a person in the industry often makes a big guess just by a few words.

Some insights cannot be obtained by learning to speak. None of the real big collectors are for money. Those who collect for appreciation basically cannot save their collections.

Wu Dingkun looked and said to himself: "As a matter of fact, rich people have a set of great principles, saying it seems that antiques don't cost money. Made, who is not collecting it for appreciation and preservation?" He couldn't even say a word in his mind.

"Mr. Zhang is worthy of being a big collector, I admire you! I admire you!"

Zhang Hao said politely and bowed his hand.

Wu Dingkun immediately clasped his fists at Zhang Haohuang. Yu Qian looked at him with contempt and stopped talking. He carefully rolled up the scroll and then opened another long box. This was another scroll, hung it and slowly unfolded.

When the scroll was opened, Zhang Hao said, "Freshly freehand... Wu Changshuo's freehand flowers?" He collected a lot of Wu Changshuo's fine works in Shanghai in the late Qing Dynasty. Wu Changshuo and Ren Bonian were both famous Shanghai masters.

Wang Tianchen said nervously: "Is it true or false?" He was concerned about this.

Zhang Hao leaned over to check it out, and for a moment, he said, "It's true!" He had a sentence in his mind, but this is not a fine product!
Chapter completed!