ps: It’s only the third day, so there are no monthly tickets? Please support me.

"arrive."

At the right time, Fang Mingsheng opened the door and got out of the car, and greeted him: "This is Mr. Zeng's home."

Wang Guan also followed and looked at it. He felt that the environment here was very good. Although there were modern residential buildings next to it, the surrounding greening projects were good, with lush flowers, plants and trees, which looked very quiet and elegant. It was indeed a good place to live a life of life.

When Wang Guan was visiting, Fang Mingsheng did not ring the doorbell at all, so he directly entered the password on the numerical keyboard of the iron fence, and then turned to the guest and said, "Please come in..."

"oh."

Wang Guan was stunned and realized that Fang Mingsheng had a very short relationship with Mr. Zeng, otherwise he would not have been so casual. Thinking in his heart, he was not polite, walked into the villa calmly, and then, under Fang Mingsheng's guidance, came to the living room lightly.

The living room has bright windows, but the furniture arranged in it is very retro... No, no, it is not retro furniture, but the furniture itself is antique.

At this time, Wang Guan's eyes were slightly condensed. He carefully looked at the furniture that exuded a deep color and looked very simple, and immediately judged that the age of these things was probably three or four times older than that of himself.

"You can enjoy it here slowly." Fang Mingsheng smiled and said, "Old Zeng probably waters flowers and grass behind me. I'll call him, you don't have to be polite, just sit there."

While speaking, Fang Mingsheng turned around and left. Wang Guan didn't mind. Instead, he took the opportunity to look at the furniture. After touching it, he knew that his judgment was correct. These ancient and elegant tables and chairs should be from the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China. And from the perspective of texture, they should be rosewood.

Although it has been around for decades, or nearly a hundred years, these furniture are well maintained, even if it is not painted, but the surface exudes a delicate luster. This is a patina formed by generations of people over the past few decades. It means that this is a handed down product and is worth several times more than the newly made rosewood furniture.

Of course, even if you are appreciating furniture, Wang Guan is not obsessed with it. After all, he is visiting someone else's house, so he should be restrained. Everyone is not familiar with each other's relationship. The so-called "not being restrained" is just a purely polite word. Anyone who takes it seriously is a fool.

Anyway, Wang Guan didn't take it seriously, so he heard the footsteps outside the door as soon as possible. After turning around, he naturally saw a white-haired old man walking in with Fang Mingsheng's support.

"Hello, Mr. Zeng."

As a junior, Wang Guan is very eye-catching and doesn’t look at it much. It is the kingly way to bow his head and greet him directly.

"You're okay, too."

Mr. Zeng smiled and nodded, looking very kind. In fact, when a person gets older, his mood will gradually become calm, and he will be in a harmonious expression no matter who he is.

Of course, for some elderly people, being calm does not mean that they will not get angry. It is like honest people getting angry makes people scared. When these elderly people get angry, they are thunderous. It is best for ordinary people not to get angry.

"This is Wang Guan, who came to investigate Mr. Zhu's affairs as Mr. Qian told him."

At the same time, Fang Mingsheng introduced from the side: "Thanks to him, I realized that the Yongle Blue and White Panel at the customs was actually a fake of Mr. Zhu."

"What. Is this really the case?"

Hearing this, Old Zeng frowned, feeling a little bit arrogant without anger.

"Not only does this happen, but it also happens a lot."

At this time, Fang Mingsheng shook his head and said, "If you don't believe me, ask Wang Guan, he has encountered it several times. From this, it can be seen that things are not as you guessed. The mother of porcelain is not the one who escaped the net back then, but something that has just been made recently."

"Then the problem will be serious." Old Zeng showed a little concern on his face: "Actually, I also heard about Mr. Zhu's comeback earlier, but I always had a lucky attitude and felt that it might be the things left over from that year. I didn't expect it to be true. It seems that the Tibetan world has been in trouble since then."

"You don't have to be too nervous. Mr. Qian has already started to investigate." Fang Mingsheng comforted.

"How can I accomplish something if I count on others but I don't take action?" Zeng Lao shook his head: "It seems that I will find some time to talk to everyone before I can get it."

Wang Guan was very happy to hear this. Because Mr. Qian once admitted that boycotting Mr. Zhu Da is definitely not something that can be accomplished by one or two people. This requires more people to unite and everyone works together to succeed.

However, although Mr. Qian has many friends, he is not as good as his friends all over the world. His influence, or appeal, is not as powerful as everyone imagines.

After all, the antique industry is composed of different circles, which are linked together, but they have a certain degree of independence. If there were any people who dared to play or who could play in the past, they would have a certain degree of teacher. As long as they were famous, even if they were not a big deal, they would have some connection.

However, now because the threshold is too low, you can do whatever you want as long as you have money. Mr. Qian’s name is better for senior experts, but in the minds of ordinary players, there is no such concept. Even if he stands up and calls, there are probably not many people who respond. Or some people are confused and don’t know what this old man is clamoring.

Besides, the environment of the entire industry is mixed, and there are even some chaotic people, with insufficient success and excess failure. It is because of this consideration that Mr. Qian would rather send someone to investigate himself than ask for help from all over the world.

Of course, not asking for help does not mean that you don’t want others to help. For example, a big Buddha like Mr. Zeng not only has a deep influence in the local area, but most importantly, the harm of Mr. Zhu Da. If he is willing to come forward to help, it is naturally a good thing, and he can share a lot of pressure and make people worry-free.

"Speaking of this, I usually admire Brother Lingxi's name, but I have never dealt with him."

At the same time, Mr. Zeng glanced at Wang Guan and said with a smile on his face: "I heard from Mingsheng that you are a disciple of Brother Ling Xi, so I will ask you to make a connection. Give me a contact information, I will talk to him and everyone will communicate with each other."

When Wang Guan heard this, he naturally hurriedly reported the phone number in Qian's hometown. Of course it was a landline number. After all, the elderly are not used to using mobile phones and think that mobile phones are fancy and not convenient for landlines.

Mr. Zeng remembered it, but was not in a hurry to call, but just smiled kindly and said, "Don't stand, sit down and talk. Mingsheng, make tea and serve guests..."

After helping Mr. Zeng sit down on the bench, he signaled Wang Guan to sit next to him. Fang Mingsheng also soaked in Gongfu tea. During this period, he did not forget the picture of Hongfu Girl, and presented it to Mr. Zeng with a bit of showing off.

"You really bought this painting?"

When he saw the scroll, he didn't open it at all. Mr. Zeng knew what it was. He was surprised and said, "Didn't I say this thing is a bit doubtful? Are you not worried that it is a fake?"

"Don't be afraid." Fang Mingsheng smiled and said, "The first thing to pay attention to is the quality of the work, not the authenticity of the work."

In an instant, Wang Guan rolled his eyes secretly, thinking that Fang Mingsheng was really shameless and actually plagiarized in front of him. Of course, he forgot that, because this was said by Mr. Qian and had nothing to do with him.

"……wrong."

At the right time, Mr. Zeng shook his head gently, his turbid eyes could see through everything, glanced at Fang Mingsheng, and couldn't help but smile: "This kind of indifferent to fame and fortune can't be said without sixty or seventy years of life. If you are not old, not only do you have no insights in this aspect, but also without this awareness. Let's talk about it, which master of calligraphy and painting appraisal has you invited to help you?"

"Haha, Mr. Zeng knows me." Fang Mingsheng had no intention of hiding it, but he kept it in hiding: "Mr. Zeng thinks I'm asking for help?"

"This is hard to guess." Mr. Zeng pondered: "Is it Brother Guan from Yangcheng? Or Brother Lai from Meizhou? Or Brother Huang from Zhongshan?"

Whenever Mr. Zeng said one, Fang Mingsheng would shake his head once. Until Mr. Zeng stopped guessing and glanced at him, he quickly pointed at Wang Guan and said, "It's him, he thinks it's the original, so I bought it."

"I never said it was the original."

At this time, Wang Guan retorted and then smiled and said, "I just said that even imitations have certain collection value. You can consider buying them. It's not something that Boss Fang bought as the original one."

"It's all the same." Fang Mingsheng said indifferently: "No matter what you say, I feel that things must be the original one."

"It feels like this kind of thing cannot be used as a basis..." Zeng Lao shook his head and said. Identification of things requires rigorous evidence, not an illusory feeling.

While speaking, Zeng Lao unfolded the scroll and carefully looked at the pictures, and sighed a little: "But you are right, this painting is really good, even imitations can be treasured. Unfortunately, with my eyesight, I didn't find any obvious flaws in the pictures. The main reason is that this seal of Tan Jing's collection is really doubtful."

"If you want to say that Tan Jing made fake paintings, his original intention was still good at the beginning. He just wanted to make a copy so that everyone could enjoy them. But after the incident, it gradually changed."

Mr. Zeng shook his head and said, "I found that everyone could not see the authenticity of the pictures, and some people even spent a lot of money to buy paintings. He could not resist such temptation. For temporary selfish interests, he indulged fake paintings into the market. It was this action that caused many people to suffer a lot."

"That's right!" Fang Mingsheng nodded repeatedly, then turned around and said, "Wang Guan, don't joke. I know you must have seen something strange, so tell me it. If you help me confirm that this is the original, I will give you a great gift to repay you in the future."

Under Fang Mingsheng's gaze, Wang Guan hesitated and said directly: "...There is something wrong with this seal."

“This is not nonsense.”

Seeing Fang Mingsheng frowning and expressing his dissatisfaction, Wang Guan smiled and said, "I said the problem with this seal is not a superficial meaning, but a real problem with the seal."
Chapter completed!