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    "What's wrong."

    Mr. Lu¡¯s expression was very obvious, and everyone around him could naturally see it very clearly.

    For a moment, Mr. Cai smiled and asked: "Mr. Lu, is there anything wrong with these paintings? If you have something to say, you might as well say it directly. I am mentally prepared for this."

    "These paintings"

    At this time, Mr. Lu hesitated and said: "I'll take a look"

    While speaking, Mr. Lu took out a magnifying glass and observed several oil paintings carefully.  And everyone around him also noticed that the more he looked at him, the more his brows wrinkled.  From this we can also judge that things are a little unusual.

    Seeing this, Wang Guan was quite curious and couldn't help but get closer and take a closer look.  However, oil painting is his weak point. If you look at it with the naked eye, you will definitely not be able to tell any clues.  Out of curiosity, he simply used his special ability.

    "Huh!"

    At first glance, Wang Guan¡¯s face also showed a bit of surprise and realization: ¡°So that¡¯s it¡­¡±

    "Brother, you can see it too." At the right time, Cai Peng was nearby. He naturally heard Wang Guan's voice and hurriedly asked: "Is there anything wrong with these paintings?"

    "It's hard to say." Wang Guan thought for a while, then shook his head slightly.

    "There's nothing bad to say." Cai Peng said nonchalantly: "At worst, it's all fake. Our Cai family can afford to pay for it. But those who dare to lie to my father will definitely not end well."

    "Apeng, stop talking nonsense."

    At the same time, Mr. Cai spoke with a smile on his face: "My nephew, do you also know how to appreciate oil paintings?"

    "I understand a little bit, I understand a little bit."

    Wang Guan smiled sheepishly and said, "But as Mr. Lu is here, I don't need to show my shame."

    "No, no, no"

    However, Mr. Lu was also very polite and seemed to have found a step.  He quickly signaled: "Since Mr. Wang is also an expert, we might as well communicate"

    "How dare you try to do whatever you want."

    ¡°Only by communicating with each other can we make progress together.¡±

    Seeing the two of them pushing each other, Cai Peng became a little impatient and simply said: "Stop dilly-dallying and tell the truth quickly. Brother, I believe you, you tell me."

    Hearing this, Wang Guan smiled helplessly, but he also noticed Mr. Cai's expression.  But he knew it would be impossible not to say anything, lest people think he was being mysterious.

    Thinking of this, Wang Guan hesitated a little and then said: "Speaking of which, I don't know much about oil painting, and I have no contact with the painter Mo You. However, I can see that these five paintings, regardless of style,  It's still a delicate brushwork. They are all very similar, obviously written by the same person."

    "Uh-huh."

    At this time, Mr. Lu also nodded and said: "Yes, I can be sure. These five paintings were all painted by the same person. These can be identified in the details, such as the outline of the tulips and the depiction of the girl  "

    Mr. Lu was afraid that Mr. Cai would think he was not doing his best, so he spoke in great detail.

    "That is to say, these paintings are all fake." Cai Peng raised his eyebrows with a murderous look on his face.

    "No, no, no"

    However, at this moment.  Wang Guan and Mr. Lu actually shook their heads at the same time.

    For a moment, Mr. Lu glanced at Wang Guan, a bit surprised.  He was not surprised that Wang Guan could tell that all five paintings were made by the same person.  After all, to be the person in charge of a treasure exhibition, you need to have two brushes.  However, he was somewhat impressed by those who could see the deeper meaning.

    At this moment, Mr. Lu finally put away his hidden contempt, smiled and said politely: "Mr. Wang, it's up to you to speak."

    "Then I'm going to throw some light on things." Knowing that now is not the time to sell things, Wang Guan stopped being sloppy and said simply: "In my opinion, these paintings should all be real."

    "What?" Cai Peng was stunned: "Is it all true?"

    "Um."

    Wang Dian nodded and said with a smile: "Of course, it can be said to be fake, but strictly speaking, it cannot be called a fake."

    "¡­¡­don't know."

    Cai Peng felt a little dizzy and said inexplicably: "Is it true or false?"

    "It's just hard to distinguish, that's why I told you just now that it's hard to tell." Wang Guan said helplessly: "You have to know that things in the art world, especially things in the oil painting art world, are particularly complicated. The truth is  Falsehood cannot be explained clearly in a few words.There is no unified standard.  "

    "That's right, that's it." Mr. Lu was convinced and nodded in agreement.

    "Still do not understand."

    Poor Cai Peng, he was a bit ignorant at first, but now he is completely confused.

    "Mr. Lu."

    At this time, Wang Guan stopped showing off and looked directly at Mr. Lu: "You are a professional, why don't you explain it clearly."

    "also."

    Mr. Lu nodded and slowly explained: "There are many fakes on the market. In the past, most of the imitations were famous paintings, but now people are smarter and know that famous paintings are collected in big museums, so it is no longer so easy to be fooled.  Therefore, counterfeiters have shifted from their previous focus on imitating works of famous artists to imitating works of artists that sell well in the market and have investment potential, but are not very famous.¡±

    "However, what is not known is that many recognized fakes are actually inextricably linked to the artist himself."

    While speaking, Mr. Lu hesitated for a moment, and finally said truthfully: "For example, this painting of Tulip Girl, I suspect it is a self-copied work by the artist."

    "Self-replication?" Cai Peng was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"

    "After a painter's work wins a prize or is collected by a national art museum, buyers often specify that they want to collect the work." Mr. Lu explained: "At this time, the painter is likely to paint the same work again.  For sale, this is self-reproduction. If you say it is a fake, it was painted by the artist himself; if you say it is real, it is a bit inappropriate."

    "After all, in the world's concept, every work, just like a leaf, cannot be exactly the same. Even if it is the same subject, the form of expression is often different."

    Mr. Lu said solemnly: "The first work is often carefully created by the author. It is naturally full of emotion and full of artistic appeal. But the second and third paintings are purely a process of copying. What else is there?  Is there any art? So in the eyes of many people, a painter¡¯s self-reproduction is regarded as a fake."

    "Understood."

    At the right time, Cai Peng suddenly realized it and frowned: "In other words, these paintings are all from that guy named Mo You. In order to make money, he just plagiarized them?"

    "That's right." Mr. Lu nodded slightly and sighed at the same time: "After all, he is a young man who cannot withstand the temptation of fame and wealth and is willing to fall. If this matter spreads, his reputation will probably be destroyed.  It is even very likely that he will not be able to withstand the blow, and from now on he will return to the world and no longer be known as a genius."

    "You don't care what Duo Duo does, he is bringing it upon himself." Cai Peng snorted: "If you don't seek death, you won't die. When he engaged in crooked ways, he should have expected retribution."

    Cai Peng, such as Cai Peng, actually has a strong sense of rationality and righteousness.  It's really rare.

    Wang Guan muttered secretly, but he didn't feel anything special. The most important thing was that he didn't know Mo You at all, so he couldn't be worried about it.  but.  When he took a closer look at the oil painting, he suddenly felt that the tulip girl in the painting seemed a bit familiar.  It seems that I have seen it somewhere.

    But it is a pity that the portrait is a profile view and does not show the whole character at all.  Wang Guan thought about it carefully and found that he had no memory of this.

    While Wang Guan was thinking, he heard Mr. Cai laugh and say: "Since it is the work of the artist himself, it cannot be called a fake. Thank you Mr. Lu for helping with the identification. By the way, I have my nephew, too, please trouble you"

    While speaking, Mr. Cai waved to the bodyguard to take down the oil painting, and then someone brought another thing over.

    "Is there more?" Cai Peng was startled, but found that the thing was not an oil painting, but a scroll. There was no doubt that it was an ancient Chinese painting.

    "I have heard for a long time that Mr. Lu has learned a lot about both China and the West. Not only is he proficient in Western oil paintings, but he is also very knowledgeable about ancient Chinese paintings." At the same time, Mr. Cai smiled and said: "You can do two things without doing one thing. Please appreciate this ancient painting again."  painting."

    Mr. Lu naturally would not shirk it. After taking the scroll, he carefully unfolded it and saw that the ancient painting was a landscape painting.

    At this time, Wang Guan also came back to his senses and took advantage of the situation to look at the landscape painting. He saw several green ancient pines in the painting, with a stream meandering by, full of elegance and tranquility.

    "It has a good artistic conception and is a good painting."

    This was a preliminary judgment. Wang Guan nodded slightly and continued to look carefully. He saw a few scribes sitting and drinking under the pine trees and on the edge of the stream.  The clothes and decorations of these literati are a bit messy and have a bit of the ancient style of Wei and Jin Dynasties.

    "The picture of high hidden pine trees in autumn!"

    At the right time, Mr. Lu vividly graspedHe gave a definition of painting, and then said with some surprise: "This is a painting by Wen Jia, a famous painter of the Wumen School of Painting in the Ming Dynasty."

    "Wenjia?"

    Wang Guan turned his eyes and saw a line of strokes at the lower left corner of the picture.  The refreshing small regular script is very smooth, and the font of the two characters Wen and Jia is very clear, making it clear at a glance.

    "Who is Wenjia?"

    For some people, Wenjia is well known, but for some people, they have never heard of it.  For example, Cai Peng, who looked confused now, whispered: "Is it Wen Zhengming?"

    "Well, knowing Wen Zhengming can be considered helpful. It's not that he is ignorant and has no skills." Wang Guan couldn't help but explain: "Wen Jia is Wen Zhengming's son. He is good at poetry and calligraphy, and is good at identifying ancient objects.  Calligraphy, painting, and stone carving are among the best of the Ming Dynasty."

    "Speaking of which, Wen Zhengming was really good at teaching his sons. The eldest son Wen Biao and the second son Wen Jia were both figures who could leave their names in the history books. And at the end of the Ming Dynasty, Wen Zhen became one of his descendants.  Meng, that¡¯s the epitome of a late bloomer.¡±

    Wang Guan spoke eloquently: "Anyway, from the beginning of Wen Zhengming in the middle Ming Dynasty to Wen Zhenmeng in the late Ming Dynasty, for more than a hundred years, Jiangnan writers can be regarded as a veritable scholarly family and a famous family" (To be completed)  To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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