"Your answer says that this is a painting by Qiu Ying. In terms of the style of the painting, it is indeed very similar. It is exactly Qiu Ying's style, and the paper is also from the Ming Dynasty, but there are still some similarities between this painting and Qiu Ying's painting.
The difference is that others imitated Qiu Ying's style. Finally, after many rounds of research, it was proved that it was Ma Xianglan's painting. This answer should not be wrong." John explained to Kawashima Yunfang.
Qiu Ying was also a relatively famous painter in the Ming Dynasty. Together with Shen Zhou, Wen Zhengming, and Tang Bohu, he was collectively known as the Four Ming Schools, the "Four Schools of Wumen", and the "Four Masters of Tianmen" by later generations. His representative works include: Red Cliff. This one
The painting is now valued at 1.5 billion. The auction prices of Qiu Ying's paintings are basically over 100 million.
Although John said that the authors of these paintings are not well-known, this may be a deliberate inducement, and it may not be true. You have to judge how you judge when making a judgment, so Kawashima Yunfang wrote Qiu Ying on it.
Kawashima Yunfang picked up the painting carefully and looked at it very seriously. Her expression kept changing. Whether it was Ma Xianglan's painting or Qiu Ying's painting, she had studied it deeply and was confident that she would not
She made a mistake, but it was precisely because of her confidence that she made a mistake.
"I am too confident." Kawashima Yunfang shook her head, not expecting that she would also have such a problem.
"You are all absolute masters. Naturally, you cannot show ordinary paintings. These paintings are all confusing. The time for you to identify them is not very long. One painting only takes less than ten minutes. In such a time
It is inevitable to make mistakes. If you are given a few days, not to mention a few days, but a few hours, you will not make mistakes." Seeing Kawashima Yunfang's appearance, John also smiled and comforted him, no matter what he said,
Kawashima Yunfang is the second child in the Shen Shen organization, and she is also a beautiful woman. He is also quite polite in his words.
"If you are wrong, you are wrong. This is also experience. You will not make the same mistake again in the future." Kawashima Yunfang immediately shook his head.
"Zhou Hua, do you have any objection?" John immediately glanced at Zhou Hua and asked. The author's name written by Zhou Hua on the sixth painting was actually Tang Bohu. This is too outrageous, and the other paintings were all guesswork.
By the way. This makes John unable to understand. That painting is not at all similar to Tang Bohu's painting. This painting is a cultural relic, painted by a painter of the Ming Dynasty. He was also in the same era as Tang Bohu, but his reputation is the same as that of Tang Bohu.
His fame is incomparable. That man's paintings now only cost several hundred million, while Tang Bohu's paintings cost at least tens of millions, or even more than hundreds of millions.
"This sixth painting was painted by Tang Bohu." Zhou Hua said in a deep voice.
"Drawed by Tang Bohu? Are you sure it was painted by Tang Bohu?" John couldn't help but smile. Zhou Hua was really persistent. Now he even said that the painting was by Tang Bohu.
"We don't know exactly how many paintings Tang Bohu painted in his life. Less than one percent of them can be passed down to the present. Tang Bohu's painting styles are also different in different periods. We can't make a final conclusion. I want to ask John
Commander, I have a question." Zhou Hua asked John.
"Ask." John responded immediately.
"Tang Bohu was a gifted man, but could he draw since he was born?" Zhou Hua asked.
"Of course not." John shook his head. No matter how talented he is, he will not be able to draw at birth. There is a learning process.
"Then do you know all his teachers? I mean, as long as they have guided him in painting, it counts." Zhou Hua continued to ask.
"Of course I don't know this. Not to mention me, not even his parents, who are of the same generation as him, may not know it. He is the only one who knows it, and even when he grows up, he may not remember it all.
After all, you can't remember all your teachers now, can you?" John said funnyly, Zhou Hua's question is too naive, how does he know all Tang Bohu's teachers? This question is like studying whether Cao Xueqin has any
How many hairs are the same, very boring.
"What I want to say is that this painting was painted by Tang Bohu when he was studying. He was still young at that time and naturally had no imprint left. At this time, his style had not yet been formed and he was still in the stage of imitating others.
During the learning stage, I was able to draw such a painting at that time. I have to say that Tang Bohu is truly a genius." Zhou Hua also said with emotion.
"You said this was painted by Tang Bohu, does that mean it was painted by Tang Bohu? Everyone knows how to tell stories and make up stories. What I want now is evidence." John couldn't help but said in a funny way, but he didn't expect that what Zhou Hua had been wandering around for a long time turned out to be.
in this way.
"Evidence?" Zhou Hua also frowned. Where to find evidence? He saw it through his special ability. He knew the ins and outs of this painting, but it was really difficult for him to find evidence that it was a painting by Tang Bohu.
Come.
"Yes, there must be evidence. Again, if you want us to believe you, then you must provide ironclad evidence. Otherwise, how can we believe you?" John asked Zhou Hua.
Zhou Hua picked up the painting and looked at it again. It was a landscape painting. A green mountain reached straight into the sky. Its peak was surrounded by white clouds. From the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, there were green trees everywhere. A river.
There were several small fish swimming in the river flowing beside it. On the river surface, two small fish jumped out of the water and were in mid-air.
Zhou Hua always felt that he had overlooked some parts when he read it just now. Because he read it too fast, he only selectively wrote it down. Zhou Hua used his power again, and his face immediately became extremely ugly.
After a series of battles and constant use of special abilities, he felt extremely exhausted.
"So that's it." The past scenes reappeared one after another, and Zhou Hua's eyes suddenly lit up. This painting really has a mark. It was put in by Tang Bohu himself in his later years. This painting is his first real one.
A piece of work was very meaningful to him. In order to leave a piece of evidence, he hid a small note in the painting in his later years. But he didn't pay attention to this when he just looked at it. He just took a look at this piece of work.
The ins and outs of the painting were understood, and he didn't pay much attention to the rest. After all, the amount of information was so large that it was impossible for him to memorize it all.
"Have you found any evidence?" John asked curiously.
"Commander John, I am willing to buy this painting, but I wonder if I can bear the pain and part with it?" Zhou Hua did not answer, but said to John with a smile.
"What do you mean?" John frowned involuntarily.
"I have made my point very clear. I like this painting very much and want to buy it. How about it?" Zhou Hua said it again.
"Do you really think this is Tang Bohu's painting? Don't say it's not. Even if it is, without evidence, who would believe it? This painting still has no value." John said in a deep voice, not understanding Zhou Hua's behavior.
"Commander John, you don't need to worry about this. I'm just asking you if you are willing to give up your love?" Zhou Hua said with a smile.
"Since you want it so much, Zhou Hua, then I'll sell it to you, one million, no matter the price, how about it?" John pondered for a moment and said.
"No problem." Zhou Hua agreed immediately. It's only one million, and this painting is definitely worth the price. It should even be said that it far exceeds the price.
"Okay, when this gambling battle is over, if you win, as long as you take out one million, then this painting will belong to you." John said loudly, if Zhou Hua loses, Zhou Hua will have nothing.
He even lost his life, let alone this painting.
"Then it's settled." Zhou Hua nodded. Zhou Hua knew that John's wishful thinking was very clear. Even if Zhou Hua won, he would buy it at the original price. If he lost, he would get nothing.
At that time, the painting will still be his.
"Look here." Zhou Hua said and wiped away a bit of the painting from behind, and a piece of paper appeared from inside.
People near Zhou Hua gathered around and looked at the note.
This kind of paper looks like paper from hundreds of years ago, which is very different from today's paper. The words written on it are all traditional Chinese characters, classical Chinese, but they can probably understand the meaning, that is, it is his
The first painting is very memorable. It has Tang Bohu's mark on it. This mark is the confirmation mark of Tang Bohu's painting.
"This, this is really Tang Bohu's painting. Zhou Hua, you, are you really a human being?" Looking at Zhou Hua, John was a little incoherent. This Zhou Hua is so amazing. He never makes a mistake. This is unavoidable.
It's too strong. You know, everyone makes mistakes. Even geniuses like Kawashima Yunfang are prone to mistakes, but Zhou Hua can't make mistakes. He can actually overturn the conclusions jointly identified by many experts. In this way
The people are really incredible.
"We all look exactly the same, what am I if I'm not a human being?" Zhou Hua couldn't help but said in a funny tone.
"Okay, okay, I have never admired anyone, but I really admire you. You won this game again, eight games in a row. I really don't know if anyone can beat you."
John looked at Zhou Hua and shook his head. He could not see through Zhou Hua more and more, and he became more and more curious about Zhou Hua. He had a strong urge to understand Zhou Hua.
"Zhou Hua, let's wait and see. I lost today. I am convinced that I lost. Although I am a woman, I am a person who can afford to lose." Kawashima Yunfang glanced at Zhou Hua and left directly.
Instead of returning to the Yunxing Gang, she returned to the Shen Shen Organization and the others. At this time, she no longer needed to be with the Yunxing Gang. There was no longer any relationship between them.
"Lost, lost again." Yun Xiong kept shaking his head, his face was extremely pale, and he had lost eight games in a row, which made him lose much confidence.