"The sky pole, ground pole and shaft head are made of wood, and the materials used are pretty good."

Under Yang Lao's urging, Huang Lao finally spread out all the scrolls, looked at them for a while, and suddenly frowned and said: "It's just that the materials used to frame this ink bamboo picture seem to be overused."

At this moment, the water stains on the painting by Wang Guan had evaporated completely, and the seal of the ink bamboo painting had naturally disappeared. Mr. Huang could not see any clues.

As a master figure, Mr. Huang seems peaceful, but in fact he is a bit arrogant. Ordinary things must not enter his eyes. Now, Mr. Yang brought an ordinary ink bamboo painting to

He saw that to Mr. Huang, this seemed a bit like teasing him.

"Haha, Brother Huang, you didn't see it either, did you?"

Mr. Yang smiled and said, "Look carefully, what's wrong with this painting?"

"There's something wrong."

Huang Lao muttered, looking at the ink bamboo picture again with a bit of confusion.

After a while, Mr. Huang shook his head and said: "The bamboo leaves in the painting are somewhat realistic, leaning towards a realistic style, but the brushwork is average and does not look like a masterpiece by a famous artist. Moreover, it does not even have a famous name, I guess it should be

The works of ancient literati for their own amusement. However, this man also knew himself and knew that his painting was not good, so he didn’t even leave his name."

"However, I don't know who got this painting, but it was carefully framed. I think the materials used to frame the painting are probably much more valuable than the painting." Mr. Huang joked: "Of course, I don't rule out painting.

He is a high-ranking official or something like that. In order to flatter him, his subordinates framed the painting to please him."

If they didn't know the details of this painting, Wang Guan and others would definitely think that Huang Lao's guess was reasonable.

"Mr. Huang is well-informed and must be very accurate."

At this time, the middle-aged man in a suit took the opportunity to say: "It is also possible that the paintings are just ordinary literati's paintings, but they were acquired by some arty landowners and gentry. They don't know how to appreciate them at all, so they just offered them up."

Although he knew that the middle-aged man was flattering him, Huang Laode also felt comfortable and said in a friendly manner: "Xiao Zhao, maybe your guess is closer to the truth."

"Where, where." The middle-aged man quickly became humble.

At this moment, Mr. Yang chuckled and said with a bit of schadenfreude: "Brother Huang, aren't you usually known as the master of appraisal of calligraphy and painting? Now you have finally done it. I have already reminded you that this painting is not simple.

You still can’t tell.”

"Are you saying I punched you in the eye?"

Huang Lao was startled, frowned, and said unhappily: "Brother Yang, you are not just teasing me, are you? There is something wrong with this painting."

"I know you don't believe it." Mr. Yang smiled brightly, pointed to the slightly wet area on the painting, and said mysteriously: "Brother, if you look carefully, what do you think there is here?"

"What can there be?"

Feeling that Mr. Yang was not being mysterious, Mr. Huang observed attentively, and even reached out to touch it slightly. In an instant, there was a trace of redness on the slightly wet paper.

Seeing this situation, Mr. Huang was stunned. He immediately picked up a magnifying glass and studied it attentively. Moreover, he not only looked at the slightly moist spots, but even carefully looked at the top and bottom of the painting, both front and back, from beginning to end.

Watched it several times.

After a long time, Mr. Huang put down his magnifying glass, frowned and began to think.

"Brother, do you see anything?" Mr. Yang asked with a smile.

Mr. Huang was thoughtful, but did not rush to answer. Instead, he asked: "Brother, where did you get this painting?"

"It's not mine, it's this guy's stuff."

Yang Lao pointed at Wang Guan and sighed: "Brother Huang, I'm afraid we won't be able to survive if we don't obey. Today's young people are much better than we were back then."

"Mr. Yang, your words are a bit embarrassing to this junior."

Wang Guan smiled and said: "No matter how strong we are, it is based on learning from our predecessors. Without the experience accumulation and careful guidance of our predecessors, we can only start from scratch, and there will be no achievements."

"Brother, you are so humble."

Yang Lao shook his head and said: "It is the same teacher, but if the students don't work hard and have no talent, it will be in vain."

"That's true."

Yu Feibai was convinced that he had been studying for several years, but he was still not as good as Wang Guan, who had been in the industry for a month.

At this time, Huang Laocai asked in confusion: "Brother Yang, these two are..."

"I just met two guys from the porcelain capital at Shuangxianqiao Market."

Mr. Yang said with a smile: "It's a coincidence. I watched this guy calmly buy an authentic agarwood bracelet among a bunch of fakes for five hundred yuan. Then, he took that

A piece of agarwood bracelet, replaced with this ink bamboo picture. The twists and turns in it can be made into a movie."

"Hey, wouldn't it be a loss if I exchanged the agarwood bracelet for this painting?" The middle-aged man in suits and leather shoes was extremely surprised.

Mr. Yang said humorously: "We thought he lost money, but he thought he made money, so we had to come to Mr. Huang and let you make a judgment."

"That's nonsense." Huang Lao snorted, "You're making a judgment, you obviously want to see my joke."

"Haha, so I guess you have a clue?" Mr. Yang said with a smile.

"I wasn't sure at first, but I know how you are, brother, and you won't deliberately fool me."

While speaking, Mr. Huang couldn't hide his excitement. He gently stroked the ink bamboo picture and said in an excited voice: "I have always felt that the so-called paintings within paintings are just misrepresentations and interpretations of things in legends. I didn't expect that today, finally

See the real thing."

“Picture within a picture!”

The middle-aged man in a suit and leather suit heard the sound, his face full of astonishment.

"If it's a painting within a painting, then we have to ask Mr. Huang to show off his unique skill of uncovering paintings." Mr. Yang solemnly said: "This painting is no small matter, it is something of extremely cultural value. We can't let it gather dust any longer. It's time.

It’s time for it to see the light of day again.”

"Don't worry, leave everything to me." Huang Lao nodded, rolled up the painting, and hurried upstairs without even saying hello, and disappeared in the corner.

"Brother Huang was so happy to see Hunter Xin that he went to work in the studio." Elder Yang explained: "The unique skill of uncovering paintings requires not only superb skills, but also concentration and a quiet environment. We don't want to disturb him.

Already."

Wang Guan and others nodded gently. In fact, they also somewhat understood that this kind of unique craftsmanship was also a bit of a core secret, and not everyone could watch and learn from it.

While they were waiting, the middle-aged man in a suit and leather suit smiled broadly and said to Wang Guan: "This little brother, I, Zhao Qian, is the person in charge of the Shudu branch of Zhengyaxuan."

"Zhengyaxuan?"

Wang Guan blinked. He had never heard of it before, but he still nodded politely and said with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Zhao!"

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