Chapter 73 Sudden invitation

As soon as Lin Yu took the business card, Zhang Zhihui couldn't wait to come over and grab it. After seeing that it was indeed the dean of the Chinghai Art Institute, he nodded and said, "Old dean, please take a good look.

Which one is the fake?"

Zhang Zhihui was still very confident about his painting, because the wealthy businessman said that he had had someone authenticate it and it was undoubtedly authentic.

"Old Dean, I'm sorry to trouble you." Lin Yu also smiled and handed his painting to the old Dean.

The old dean took out his reading glasses and magnifying glass from his pocket, and then carefully looked at Lin Yu's plum blossom picture.

This is his professional habit. No matter where he goes, he always carries a magnifying glass to find good antique calligraphy and paintings for easy study.

"Well, this plum painting is lonely and simple. The plum branches are like swords, the tree body is almost moss-free, and the branches are like thorns. The composition is simple, and the sharp edge is hidden. It is undoubtedly the work of Bada Shanren."

The old dean watched for a long time, then nodded and said: "This work should have appeared before Bada Shanren returned to secular life. During this period, he created a large number of ancient plum works. This plum painting is considered to be of high quality."

When Jiang Jingren heard this, he couldn't help but straighten his chest, nodded with satisfaction, and glanced at Lao Zhang who looked serious.

"Old dean, please take a look at my painting again." Zhang Zhihui became anxious upon hearing this.

The old dean also looked at Zhang Zhihui's painting carefully, and then said: "This painting has simple composition elements, skillful brushwork, natural shades, fully displayed stone patterns, and a freehand atmosphere. It looks like it is most likely from the Eighth National Congress of the Communist Party of China."

The hand of the mountain man."

Hearing this, Uncle Zhang and Zhang Zhihui couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. It seemed that their painting was also authentic.

"Little friend, you just said that your paintings are both true and false, are you questioning whether the Eagle Stone painting is fake? I don't know how you can tell?" The old dean did not raise his head, and looked at Lin from above the frame of his glasses.

Yu, with a hint of cunning.

"Old sir, are you testing me?" Lin Yu said with a smile.

He listened very clearly to the words used by the old dean. When talking about his painting, the old dean used "certainly", but when talking about Zhang Zhihui's painting, he used "extremely likely".

It can be seen that the old dean has identified the authenticity, but the wording is too obscure, and most people will not be able to understand it if they don't listen carefully.

"Don't dare, I'm just curious, why do you say this painting is fake?" the old dean said with a smile.

"Exactly, why do you say that our painting is fake?!" Zhang Zhihui said extremely angrily. Apparently, he thought that the old professor approved his painting.

"Actually, it is difficult to identify this painting, and it is easy to say. I believe the old dean has already seen through it." Lin Yu walked to the eagle stone picture with a smile.

"How do you say that?" the old dean raised his eyebrows.

"You made it very clear just now. In terms of layout, painting style, brushwork, etc., it is indeed very similar to the style of Bada Shanren, and it has even reached the point where it is fake and real. If the author only finished the painting, then this

I’m afraid it will be difficult for people to distinguish the painting.”

Lin Yu said unhurriedly, then put his finger on the red seal of the signature, and said, "Unfortunately, after the artist finished painting, he stamped the signature here, which turned out to be superfluous."

"Joke, have you seen this signature clearly? Or do you mean you don't know how to pretend to understand at all? Isn't it very clear? You idiot, this is the signature used by Badashan people to mock themselves, okay!" Zhang Zhihui sneered, feeling that Lin

Yu is pretending to be sophisticated.

"The mountain donkey is indeed a commonly used signature of Bada Shanren, but the timing of its appearance is wrong. As you said earlier, this painting is a late work of Bada Shanren, and the mountain donkey was only commonly used in the early stages of his return to secular life.

After the twenty-seventh year of Kangxi's reign, the one he used was signed by Bada Shanren, so it can be concluded that this painting is not authentic."

Lin Yu said calmly.

"Okay, okay! Young man, you really have a unique vision!" The old dean was full of praise after hearing Lin Yu's words.

Zhang Zhihui's expression suddenly changed and he asked: "Old Dean, you mean to say that my painting is not real, but you just..."

"I just said it was extremely possible, which means it might be false." The old dean replied.

"This this……"

Zhang Zhihui's face turned pale, and he felt that the old dean's words were like a bolt from the blue. His vision went dark and he sat down on the chair.

Uncle Zhang's face was also ashen, he felt his chest was tight and he couldn't breathe. He was still complacent about buying a fake painting for three million yuan.

"Zhihui, it's normal for young people to make mistakes. It's okay. If you suffer more, you will grow up." Jiang Jingren caught the opportunity and added insult to injury without forgetting to laugh.

Now it was Uncle Zhang's turn to be shot through with thousands of arrows.

"My friend, I wonder where you are employed?" the old dean asked Lin Yu curiously.

"Oh, this is my business card, old sir. I opened a medical clinic myself." Lin Yu said and hurriedly handed his business card to the old dean.

"doctor?"

The old dean was quite surprised, then he smiled and said: "If everything goes well, you are welcome to visit our institute."

"Don't worry, old dean, I will definitely do it."

Before Lin Yu could speak, Jiang Jingren immediately said to the old dean with a smile.

After the old dean returned, both Uncle Zhang and Zhang Zhihui looked gloomy and did not speak.

"Hey, why do I suddenly have more than 20 million in my card?" Jiang Jingren suddenly felt his phone vibrate, and he was a little surprised when he took it out.

"Oh, by the way, Dad, Zhou Chen said that he called you last time about the profit share of Qi Nanmu." Lin Yu said hurriedly.

"Today is such a good day, haha. It's true that the money in my old man's card is full of dead money, but I really don't know how long these 70 to 80 million dead money will be spent."

Jiang Jingren laughed a little unrestrainedly, and he was so angry that he would not pay for his life.

At this point, I really couldn't finish the meal. Uncle Zhang said there was something else at home and asked his family to get up and leave together.

"Lao Zhang, if you want to see this picture of plum blossoms in the future, come to my house anytime!" Jiang Jingren did not forget to shout to Lao Zhang's back.

"Dad, look at you."

Jiang Yan said something to Jiang Jingren with some anger.

"Feel proud, feel proud, haha, this old Zhang still wants to compete with me, can he compare with me?" Jiang Jingren said with joy, "Come on, come on, if he doesn't eat it, we will eat it, good son-in-law, this is a crab."
Chapter completed!