Seeing the changes in the painting, shock flashed across the faces of everyone present.
"There is a secret hidden in this painting? How is this possible?"
"Is this Wuchen the mysterious best friend of Wang Chongwen? It seems that this painting may be authentic."
"The question is how did this girl know that there was a line of poetry hidden in the folding fan of the man on the boat?"
At this time, someone suspected: "I suspect that this girl and the treasure appraisers are in the same group. This painting has been tampered with by them a long time ago. After all, Master Fan and the other two judges are professionals, and they all think that this painting
The painting is a fake and it should be infallible."
Just as everyone was talking about it, an old voice said: "This painting "Huangshan Welcoming Visitors" is indeed Wang Chongwen's original work!"
As soon as the old man's voice came out, the scene instantly became quiet, and everyone looked behind them.
At this time, an old man with white hair and wrinkles on his face walked over slowly, leaning on a cane.
Behind him were several staff from Shun Yuanju.
The old man looked at Gu Nan on the stage, his eyes that were as deep as dry wells shone with the light of wisdom, and his weather-beaten, wrinkled face had a majestic look to it.
When they saw the old man, someone had already recognized him on the spot.
"It's Mr. Qi. He actually came to Pingcheng?"
"Oh my god, can I actually meet Mr. Qi himself in my lifetime?"
"I saw on the news a few days ago that Mr. Qi discovered an ancient tomb in southern Xinjiang. Despite his age, in order to protect cultural relics, he still went all the way to repair antiques. It is really worthy of admiration."
Qi Lao, whose original name was Qi Peiwen, was one of the earliest outstanding archaeological experts in China. His main research areas were prehistoric archaeological excavation, historical relic excavation and paleontological research in China. He made outstanding contributions.
Now the old man is ninety-seven years old and has retired for many years, but he still insists on front-line archaeological excavation and protection work. It can be said that Qi Peiwen is a figure who will definitely go down in history.
"Old Qi!"
Seeing the old man, the three judges on the judges' bench were shocked at first. After they recovered, they all stood up from their seats and took the initiative to walk in front of Mr. Qi.
Mr. Qi nodded kindly towards the three of them.
"Sorry to interrupt you."
Fan Zenghong felt nervous because he never expected Mr. Qi to come to Pingcheng Ghost Market.
"It's our honor to have you here." The judge next to me said respectfully.
Qi Lao walked slowly to the painting and looked at it carefully again.
He looked at Gu Nan with deep and wise eyes.
"Little girl, how did you discover the hidden poem on the folding fan?"
Gu Nan's cold eyes moved slightly, hiding the look in his eyes.
"There is a problem with the composition of the bamboo folding fan in the hand of the character. The white space is too large. Wang Chongwen is a master of painting. He will definitely not make such a low-level mistake. Since it is not ignorance, it should be intentional, so in my opinion
When I examined the painting, I noticed a difference in the paper quality in this area of the fan, which reminded me of having seen the "Ancient Method of Smoke" in an ancient book."
There was a look of surprise on Mr. Qi's face.
"You actually know the ancient method of smoke flow?"
The expert next to him asked curiously: "Mr. Qi, what is the ancient method of smoke flow?"
Qi Lao explained: "The ancient method of Yanliu is to take the mummies of seventeen kinds of insects and grind them into powder, and then use special processing to make three kinds of red, yellow, and blue pigments. This processed pigment can
It can be mixed into any color and will fuse with the paper after it dries. Different from the permeability of ordinary pigments, this pigment will naturally evaporate after being heated to a certain temperature. The folding fan part of this painting is where Wang Chongwen cleverly used smoke.
The ancient method."
"So, this painting is really Wang Chongwen's original work?"
Qi Lao smiled and took out a blue-covered ancient book in his hand.
"This book is an article handwritten by Wang Chongwen. From the comparison of handwriting, it can be seen that the inscriptions and poems on this painting are all written by Wang Chongwen, and the person named Wuchen on the folding fan is this painting.
The original owner is mentioned in the book in my hand."
Qi Lao opened the book, and there was a line in it where Wang Chongwen mentioned that during a trip to Huangshan, he was accompanied by his friend Wuchen, and he listened to the bells in the morning and the drums in the evening, and achieved great enlightenment.
This is also the only time Wang Chongwen mentions the character Wuchen in his books.
"Judging from this sentence in Wang Chongwen's book, the person who traveled to Huangshan with Wang Chongwen was Wuchen."
After Qi Lao's personal appraisal, the scales in the hearts of the audience instantly tilted.
Although Fan Zenghong has shone brightly and become famous in the treasure appraising world, his contribution is limited to the treasure appraising world.
Qi Lao is a truly outstanding figure who has made outstanding contributions to world archeology. The two of them are not at the same level at all.
"Since Qi Lao said that this painting is authentic, and combined with the description in Wang Chongwen's books, this painting is definitely painted by Wang Chongwen."
"I didn't expect Master Fan to make mistakes sometimes."
Fan Zenghong's face turned pale and he was holding back his anger.
"I was negligent. I didn't expect this painting to contain a secret. Fortunately, Mr. Qi, you arrived in time, otherwise this treasure would have been lost so regretfully."
Qi Lao looked at Fan Zenghong with shrewdness in his eyes.
"It would be nice if Zeng Hong didn't bear any grudge against me."
Fan Zenghong forced out an embarrassed smile.
"You're joking. It's an honor for me to get your advice."
Qi Lao looked at Gu Nanyi.
"If Miss Gu hadn't discovered the mystery in the painting in time, this painting might have been buried."
Fan Zenghong could only smile awkwardly and nod.
The hatred in my heart!
In the elegant room
Mr. Jiang, Jiang Mochen and Juan Ye stared at the girl on the stage.
Jiang Mochen frowned tightly, his eyes full of shock.
When did Gu Nanyi know how to detect treasures?
How could she know about Wang Chongwen's paintings when she couldn't even understand the high school textbooks, and her history was even worse?
Mr. Jiang also recognized Gu Nanyi and was really shocked to see this little girl again.
I still remember that the last time I saw her, the little girl looked timid and timid, didn't like to talk, and was dressed strangely. She looked like a little maid standing next to Gu Xiyan.
When I saw her again now, it felt like she had been completely transformed in just a few months.
When the grandfather and grandson were deep in thought, Juan Ye glanced at Jiang Mochen and smiled.
"What a coincidence. We had just been discussing the jewel in the Ye family's eye, and then he showed up."
"Oh? Mr. Ye's granddaughter is here too? Where is she?" Mr. Jiang was very excited.
It was truly a God-given opportunity, which proved that the daughter of the Ye family and Mo Chen were destined.
Juan Ye pointed at the girl on the stage and said: "It's far away in the horizon but so close in front of you!"
Mr. Jiang looked in the direction Juan Ye pointed. Apart from the female host, the only girl on the stage was Gu Nanyi.
"Brother Juan, are you kidding me?" Mr. Jiang looked cold.
Juan Ye looked at him doubtfully: "How do you start talking about this?"
Mr. Jiang snorted: "I know that girl. She is the daughter of Gu Tingjun of the Gu Group."