38. How do you prove that the painting is genuine?
He raised his eyebrows proudly at Shang Chaoyi: You're late!
At the same time, Zhan Liunian stood up with a smile and said, "Master Qi is coming over, but he didn't say anything. We can still be friends!"
While talking, Zhan Liunian came over with a teacup in his hand.
It seems that he wants to say hello to the Shang Dynasty.
Song Qianqian stood there, glancing at Zhan Liunian with his peripheral vision, and he guessed everything with just a few guesses.
really.
"Yo! Sorry sorry!"
As soon as Zhan Liunian walked up to her, the elbow holding the tea cup touched her shoulder, and then the tea in his hand flickered...
Very accurately, he poured water onto the painting box she was holding in her arms.
Song Qianqian smiled softly in her heart and stood motionless. She even went out of her way to catch the water he poured, for fear that he might not pour it correctly.
He said: "It doesn't matter, I was too short and bumped into Mr. Zhan's elbow."
When Shang Chao saw this, his expression changed slightly, but when he saw the calm look in her eyes, he actually became calm.
Zhan Liunian ignored her self-deprecation and was waiting to watch the show with an empty tea cup.
Song Qianqian pretended to be hasty and put the painting box on the coffee table, frowning slightly, "It's broken, Shang Dynasty. The paintings inside are probably soaked in water."
Hearing the word "painting", Xiang Dingzhou's attention was attracted and he looked at the painting box, "What painting?"
She then said: "The Shang Dynasty said it was a portrait given to you."
Xiang Dingzhou's face changed when he heard her words, and he looked at Zhan Liunian again with surprise and confusion.
Then he asked the Shang Dynasty: "Shang Qiye also has one?"
Shang Chao had already sat down, twirling the Buddhist strings with his fingertips in an orderly manner, and corrected: "No, it's not true. I am the only real painting in the world."
Xiang Dingzhou said: "I have seen Mr. Zhan's paintings."
The implication was that he did not think it was a fake painting.
Song Qianqian looked at Xiang Dingzhou. He was a man in his early fifties, probably because he was engaged in mining. He was a dark and skinny little man, and his eyes seemed to be extremely sharp.
She spread out the painting and said, "Fortunately it wasn't soaked in water."
In the painting, I thought the woman with bright eyes and jade neck was looking at some scenery in the distance.
There is a perseverance in her eyes, her posture is graceful, her facial features are exquisite, and her ancient-style dress, white gauze, and blue belt further accentuate her classical beauty.
Song Qianqian stared at the person in the painting and sighed softly.
Xiang Dingzhou was frowning and asked people to take out the paintings Zhan Liunian gave him and place the two paintings apart.
Exactly the same!
Xiang Dingzhou's expression changed, "Both of you are prominent figures in Haicheng. What does this mean?"
Of the two paintings, one must be fake, and no matter who it is, it does not match their identity.
"Didn't Shang Chao just say that? This painting of his is unique." Song Qianqian said in a gentle tone.
Zhan Liunian tightened the cup in his hand, still with a faint smile on his face, "Little brat, you don't need such low-level means to get revenge on me."
Then he looked at Xiang Dingzhou and said: "This kid is a little unhappy with me. He knows that I am here to deliver paintings. He is causing trouble!"
Xiang Dingzhou, who is preconceived, prefers to live a long life.
Song Qianqian knew Xiang Dingzhou's temper, so she didn't want him to see the guests off directly. She nodded and looked at Zhan Liunian, "I'm making trouble, will the Shang Dynasty accompany me?"
This reminded Xiang Dingzhou.
He didn't like to waste time, so he asked directly: "Just tell me how to prove the authenticity of this painting!"
Song Qianqian smiled lightly and looked at Zhan Liunian, "Why didn't Mr. Xiang ask Mr. Zhan if he knew who the person in the painting was?"
Zhan Liunian was stunned.
He is only responsible for finding a painting for Xiang Dingzhou to raise funds. Does he care who is in the painting?
Xiang Dingzhou's face was expressionless, "Do you know who she is?"
Song Qianqian looked at the person in the painting carefully and guessed: "Looking at the clothes, she must be a noble lady in ancient times, but not any well-known royal queen. The clothes are like the Song Dynasty, and the color is
Preferring to the Tang Dynasty..."
Hearing her words, Xiang Dingzhou snorted coldly.
Zhan Liunian answered quickly: "Clearly dressed in Spring and Autumn style, no need to guess, her name is Song Meiren, not a prince or queen, but a folk heritage painting."
When Xiang Dingzhou heard this, his expression became unpredictable.
Song Qianqian smiled lightly and said, "Mr. Zhan is so knowledgeable about history. Her name is indeed Song Meiren. Do you know his full name?"
Zhan Liunian always felt that the tone of her slow speech made people uncomfortable, "What's the full name for Miss Song? Do you still want to make up Nicholas Song?"
Her soft lips said lightly, "Her name is Song Qianqian. She was the richest woman in the world thirty years ago, at the end of the last century."
Zhan Liunian tugged his lips and said it was the Spring and Autumn Period...
wrong!
"Song Qianqian?"
Zhan Liunian suddenly realized that he had a headache when he heard these three words.
Because, there was Song Qianqian in front of him, and there was Song Qianqian, a major bank customer hanging on his forehead like a sharp knife, and the old man who came home also had Song Qianqian hanging on his lips!
Several identities took turns spinning in his mind, like a curse.
Xiang Dingzhou's originally ugly expression suddenly became a little strange, and he turned to look at her, "Do you know this person?"
Song Qianqian thought to herself, how could she not recognize herself?
She nodded.
But Xiang Dingzhou turned cold and said, "Impossible!"
Why?
Because how low-key and mysterious she was? During her lifetime, she did not allow others to take pictures, so her self-portrait became extremely precious.
It is also because of this that although Zhan Mingchuan received her favor, Zhan Liunian never saw the face of his benefactor in the Zhan family.
Song Qianqian didn't bother, and just said: "If I tell her identity and it cannot be proven true or false, then..."
She reached out and picked up a water glass on the coffee table.
"Wow!" poured it on the painting, and then poured half a cup on the painting of Zhan Liunian.
"What are you doing?!" Zhan Liunian and Xiang Dingzhou both panicked.
But Shang Chao's expression remained unchanged. He really wanted to know why she was so calm after being splashed with water just now.
I saw her pointing at two paintings, "This painting is water-filled, and this one is fake..."
The ink was soaked and suddenly became horrible to look at.
Song Qianqian tapped Zhan Liunian's painting with her fingertips and revealed it cruelly: "Looking at the handwriting, you just finished copying it, right?"
Zhan Liunian was so angry that his chest was stinging. He had to hold back his rationality and snorted coldly, "This is a painting you brought here. Can you prove the authenticity by making a layer of waterproofing before bringing it?"
Hey! Song Qianqian sighed.
He had no choice but to use his trump card and introduced: "She likes to wear ancient costumes. She designs her own costumes for all dynasties. The entertainment industry uses her costumes for costume dramas or rents them."
"She likes to make money. The belt of this dress is set with seven jade tiara sapphires. Was it a gift from Mr. Xiang? However, only four and a half sapphires can be seen from the front, and she did not draw the waist."