Li Cheng, whose courtesy name was Xianxi and whose name was Yingqiu, was born in Chang'an, Jingzhao. He was a painter of the Five Dynasties and early Song Dynasty. He, together with Dong Yuan and Fan Kuan, was known as one of the "Three Great Masters of the Northern Song Dynasty".
As one of the most famous painters in the Song Dynasty, Li Cheng's paintings are priceless. One of his landscape paintings is the treasure of the Shaanxi Museum and a genuine national treasure.
The country prohibits the sale of national treasures, which can only be used for collection. If the paintings in Old Man Liu's hands were genuine, no one would dare to buy them anywhere.
Old man Liu seemed to know this, so he took the painting to the "Treasure Treasure Pavilion".
Although state regulations do not allow the sale of national treasures, as long as there is a market and someone wants to buy it, there is always a way to sell it.
The boss behind Zhenji Treasure Pavilion is very powerful. I heard that he started his business by selling antiques in the 1980s and has a group of wealthy buyers.
Old man Liu's family had once been rich, but later declined, so he left a landscape painting by Li Cheng as a family heirloom.
Recently, Old Man Liu's wife was diagnosed with gastric cancer and was in urgent need of medical expenses, so he had to bring the family heirloom to the Treasure Pavilion.
Unfortunately, after appraisal in the store, the painting in Old Liu's hand was found to be fake, which made him quite discouraged.
"My wife has suffered with me all his life and has never had a good day. Now he has stomach cancer. What should I do?" Old Man Liu cried in the shop holding the fake painting.
Lu Jiayao's face was very pale at this time, but she was trying to save her husband's face inside, so she didn't have an attack.
"The painting is indeed fake, but it doesn't mean it's not true!" Bao Ge pretended to be mysterious.
"One hundred thousand, it can't be any less." Bao Ge immediately made an offer.
"The painting is fake. He should have checked it with another appraisal agency!"
"Boss, this is not the person who wants to buy Old Man Liu's paintings."
Lu Jiao emphasized the pronunciation of the word "false".
Baoge agreed that time.
Baoge smiled confidently and said: "If you suffer a loss, you will suffer a loss! It is simply over 700,000."
Fang Yifan reacted and exclaimed: "He is saying that there is nothing real in that fake painting?"
Baoge glanced at the sweaty clerk and said, "The imitation of that painting is very bad and you are disgusted. Seventy thousand yuan is considered expensive."
Old Man Liu gave up and left the store with 700,000 yuan.
When the clerk saw the woman retreating, he ran over and whispered something in my ear.
A long time ago, Shuangxuanfa breathed a sigh of relief and said something ambiguous to Baoge.
"He told you the truth. Is the painting true or false?" Old Man Liu said willingly.
"Double propaganda." Bao Ge said in a humble or arrogant manner: "He is not interested in that fake painting either."
If he really wants to sell it, you can give him eight thousand!"
"Yes, Tong Wenjie is a very unknown counterfeiting method. Before the end of the Qing Dynasty, when the country was in turmoil, some collectors lost their ancestors' bad things in the sea and got inspiration from Tong Wenjie, pasting a layer of fake paintings under the real paintings.
, confusing the real with the fake.”
Baoge laid the painting flat under the dining table and said: "In ancient times, there was a technique called Tong Wenjie. It was not a piece of paper divided into two layers."
Old man Liu held the painting and looked at Shuangxuanfa again.
Bao Ge Nuan glanced at the clerk and said, "You can't buy a lot of money, but you have a bad heart."
The clerk didn't hesitate at this time and picked up his cell phone to make a call.
Baoge felt more stable, and said to Old Man Liu: "You know what comes first, and you only know that the one with the lowest price gets it."
"It's illegal to sell a fake when it's real. Both the buyer and the seller know it's fake, so that's illegal." Baoge said proudly.
Old Man Liu was overjoyed. He stood up quickly and asked with certainty: "He really wants to buy your painting."
Baoge and Shuangxuanfa hesitated at the same time.
"My painting can't be fake! It has been passed down from generation to generation in our family, how could it be fake?" Old Man Liu still doubts that the paintings that have been preserved in his family for generations are actually fake.
"That customer is bad. You are the owner of that shop. My surname is Ma. Don't you want to buy this fake painting?"
As soon as he got home, Fang Yifan couldn't help but ask: "Is that painting true or false?"
Baoge looked at Old Man Liu again and said, "You can give at least 700,000."
"What if they want to buy your paintings?" Old Man Liu said to Baoge and Shuangxuanfa.
Old Liu's hands were shaking when he took the money and handed the painting to Bao Ge.
"You know, a movie was released some time ago about counterfeit banknotes. Tong Wenjie was not mentioned outside. It seems that the rice paper used for drawing is relatively thick, and it is impossible to separate two identical authentic paintings." Boss Ma showed off.
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"That guest, please be first-come-first-served when shopping!"
"Are you planning to sell?" Baoge pushed away Shuangxuanfa's business card.
Old Man Liu let go of the painting, nodded silently, and explained: "He spent 700,000 yuan to buy a fake painting. What is it about?"
"Why are you interested in a fake painting? I just want to remind you that the fake hair is very fake. He can definitely buy it back to fool a knowledgeable person." Shuang Xuanfa said with a smile.
Old Man Liu said with concern: "When your great-grandfather bought that painting, he used two small yellow croakers."
Fang Yifan frowned, thought about it for a few seconds, and nodded slightly.
When Old Man Liu saw the two of them talking at the same time, he became panicked again.
"I told you, we can't accept this fake painting. Even if we have to accept it, the maximum is one thousand yuan." The clerk said coldly, regardless of Old Man Liu's cries.
Those words were not only spoken by Fang Yifan, but also to Old Man Liu.
Before the others left, Shuangxuanfa said to Baoge: "You hope that he will suffer a loss in that transaction."
The clerk's expression changed and he said, "Did you just say that the paper was from before the Qing Dynasty? How could a painting from the Song Dynasty use paper from the Qing Dynasty!"
Baoge was also relieved and took Old Liu to sit in the rest area outside the store to talk quickly about buying paintings.
Lu Jiao said solemnly: "It's a bad idea. There are not many people who specialize in using that method to deceive knowledgeable people, so there are no real paintings on the fake paintings. It's really a bad idea, so the double propaganda method just now was taken as a risk."
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Fang Yifan said slowly: "He is stupid! He bought it even though he knew it was fake."
"Can he do any less?"
Lu Jiao took the painting away from Wang Gang and returned home with her wife and children.
Shuang Xuanfa's face has not yet turned pale.
"Eight hundred thousand, one point more is fine."
No matter how stupid I was, I realized at that time that my paintings should be worth some money.
Fang Yifan said slowly: "What exactly does he mean? The more you listen, the more awake you will become."
Shuang Xuanfa smiled and said: "Bao Qi Qi, that's your business card. If he really makes money, you have no channel."
"The risk of eight hundred thousand is too small, so just forget it."
"Can you guys exchange phone numbers? There's no chance for you to communicate again."
Shuangxuanfa smiled and said: "A gentleman wins people's love."
Shuang Xuanfa's smile froze, and he recovered quickly and said to Old Liu: "Old Liu, you have to remind him that selling fake paintings is illegal."
The clerk was shocked and could no longer keep calm.
Bao Ge asked Fang Yifan to wait outside the store while he went to the bank to withdraw 700,000 in cash.
"For the sake of our acquaintance, you can pay 170,000 yuan." Lu Jiaoyao said solemnly.
Old Liu raised his head and sighed: "Seven hundred thousand, just seven hundred thousand!"
Seeing that Lu Jiaoyao was going up, she pulled Baoge aside and reminded loudly: "Is he crazy? Spend 70,000 yuan to buy a fake painting?"
"Old sir, although his painting is an authentic one, the imitation is very poor. The person who painted it can be considered a little master. You are very rich. Even if he sells the painting to you for 70,000 yuan, he will also suffer a loss."
Fang Yifan and the two older ones watched Baoge and Lu Jiaoyao playing riddles, full of questions?
Old Man Liu agreed and put the painting back outside the box.
Baoge and Old Man Liu continued to argue for a while, and then a woman in her early seventies walked out of the store.
"Mr. Liu, you hate that painting. Should I sell it for 70,000 yuan?"
A smile appeared on Baoge's face and he said: "You go to the bank right away to withdraw money. You hand over the money with one hand and the painting with the other."
Lu Jiao saw something and said to the clerk: "He wants that painting, you want it!"
Old man Liu narrowed his eyes. Eight thousand yuan is of no use to my wife's illness?
Lu Jiao asked the two children to clear the dining table and make room for paintings.
Baoge looked at Lu Jiaoyao and thought for a moment, "Seven hundred thousand, is that okay?"
Lu Jiao smiled and said, "If you spend 70,000 yuan to buy a fake painting from him, your wife won't even have any objections."
"Maybe their ancestors were deceived very soon." The clerk shook his head and said: "Old man Liu, tell him the truth! His imitation of the painting was wrong. Except for the flaw under the paper, it was actually pretty good.
The copy is a wrong imitation.
Baoge kept watching and asked the clerk: "Is the appraiser outside their store really accurate? Is the painting true or false?"
Bao Ge glanced at Shuang Xuan Fa aside and said, "It's not just disgust."
Old Man Liu calmed down and raised two fingers, which soon became eight.
Boss Ma laughed and said: "It's like opening a blind box! It's a fake painting, so no one knows whether it's real or not."
At this time, Boss Ma and Lin Lei'er were still confused, but Fang Yifan had a thoughtful expression on his face.
Old man Liu held the painting tightly, looking at the Shuangxuan method for a while, and then looking at the treasure pavilion, feeling that the Eight Gods had a master.
Baoge laughed and said, "That's true and false, it's really bad talk!"
The woman glanced at Lu Jiao fiercely, then walked over quickly.
