Chapter 610

As soon as he heard that Chu Han wanted to ask him for identification, Dong Wensheng immediately took out his professional spirit, put on his glasses and prepared to do it. But before the scroll was opened, he showed a strange look: "Xiao Chu, you're not kidding, this Xuan paper is clearly NEW!"

Chu Han was stunned. He felt the texture of the painting. He also applied a layer of water-proof and oil-proof wax. During this time, he did some research on antique calligraphy and painting, and immediately realized what he had done.

Although he didn't hold much hope, Dong Wensheng opened the scroll and looked at it carefully. Unexpectedly, after only one look, he opened his eyes wide: "tut Tut, whose hand is this? Tang Yin, who is clearly imitating, is even one level higher than the original owner's level. The painter and layout are superb, and have reached the peak of landscape painting The only drawback is that there seems to be such a gloomy air in the painting. Is the person who made the painting terminally ill? "

Chu Han had seen Dong Wensheng's level for a long time. After listening to his analysis, he immediately admired him: "Uncle Dong, don't mention that your eyesight is really unique!"

Dong Wensheng didn't care to enjoy Chu Han's flattery, but just said: "little Chu, I ask you, where did you buy it from? The painter's high level is rare in the world. He can become a contemporary art master with his real name. Why should he make a fake

Chu Han couldn't tell the truth: "I'm sorry, I don't know. The painting was sent by a stranger. The other party asked for five million yuan. There were five paintings in total. I really had a good level at that time, so I bought them as soon as my head was hot!"

Dong Wensheng pondered for a moment: "well, five million can buy paintings of this level, let alone five. Even one can earn money. I'll see the others."

While speaking, Dong Wensheng opened another four paintings, which are also landscape paintings. Their level is comparable to that of the first one, and they won him many praises.

"Cow, real cow, even higher imitation than the real one!" Finally, Dong Wensheng came to the conclusion that he had already loved these paintings: "Xiao Chu, how about selling them to me for 30 million yuan?"

Sixty percent of the thirty million is eighteen million. Chu Han can make so much money with just one hand. He should be very happy, but his original intention is to find an excuse to go to Kyoto. If he doesn't have antiques in his hand, what can he do.

Therefore, Chu Han can only politely refuse: "sorry, uncle Dong, I want to take these paintings to Kyoto to participate in the auction. If you like, I can sell you one at a low price at that time!"

Dong Wensheng was a little disappointed and sighed: "well, although the level is extremely high, after all, the year is limited, absolutely not more than one year, and the value will not exceed six million. After all, there are not many people who know the business. I still have a good chance to win it!"

Perhaps he felt a little reluctant to be separated from these great paintings for some time. Dong Wensheng took out his magnifying glass and began to observe the details of the paintings carefully, feeling the artistic charm of them wholeheartedly.

"Well?" Chu Han motioned to Nie Xiaoqian and Nan Wazi not to disturb, but after a few minutes, Dong Wensheng straightened himself up and exclaimed, "strange, how can the egret in this painting fly by itself?"

"Ah?" Chu Han was also surprised. He looked along the direction of Dong Wensheng's fingers, only to see a line of egrets flying between the green mountains and white clouds. The feeling of being smart and elegant seemed to be on the paper. But the strange thing is that the egrets are not static, but constantly waving their wings.

Dong Wensheng rubbed his eyes to make sure that the egret was really flying. He was not calm at once. He turned the painting around and looked at it carefully, but still didn't find any hidden mechanism: "strange, is it some kind of latest display technology? It's too much. Why do you need to draw with this kind of technology? If you sell it to those technology companies directly, the patent fee is astronomical! "

Chu Han certainly understood that this was not high-tech, but it was not easy to say that this painting was painted by Tang Yin from the underworld. He had to say bitterly, "Uncle Dong, what can we do now? Can this painting still be sold?"

Dong Wensheng hesitated: "I can't see it. No matter what secret is hidden in it, it's not as simple as a famous painting. I'm afraid that once it's taken out, either you or I will be the target of public criticism for the first time!"

So it is! Chu Han soon recalled that this painting is a miracle in today's world. Once it comes out, it will cause a sensation in the antique world. Even those scientists will study it crazily. Maybe the national forces will force him to tell the person who created the painting behind him.

With an open mind, he looks at nanwazi behind him. Seeing the latter's expressionless face, Chu Han shakes his head secretly. I'm afraid there are many treasures in Pangu base. I'm not very interested in this painting?

The painting has already been taken out, but it can't be sold. Chu Han promised Zhong Li that if he couldn't make money, he would be unable to take care of himself.

"Don't worry. Let's take a look at the other four. Maybe this one is the only one with the problem." Chu Han could only comfort himself by observing the other four paintings carefully with Dong Wensheng.

The results are exciting and disappointing. The other four paintings also show different degrees of supernatural phenomena, some of which are the river water flowing, some of which are the clouds floating, and one of which even has a singing woodcutter. Only the picture has no sound."No, I must buy this Hu painting. Hoo Hoo Dong Wensheng was completely shocked. His tongue began to knot. People who could move had more impact than any egret cloud. He could no longer control how many crowns!

"Don't get excited, uncle Dong. Take care of your body!" Chu Han could hear Dong Wensheng's heart beating wildly. He was afraid that he might have something wrong with him. He helped him smooth his chest and hammer his back. It took him a long time to let the excited middle-aged uncle breathe.

"Xiao Chu, I'll give you 30 million yuan for this painting. Do you want to sell it or not? If you don't sell it, I'll tell you!" Dong Wensheng has reached the level of madness, holding Chu Han's hand to threaten.

"Cough, then sell it!" Chu Han is very helpless and excited. Isn't it just a broken painting? The price actually mentioned 30 million yuan. If Tang Yin, who suffered from poverty in the underworld, knew it, he would not be happy to run naked around the hall of Yan Luo.

In the end, before Chu Han went to Kyoto, he sold an authentic painting of Tang Yin to Dong Wensheng for 30 million yuan. Out of awe of money, Chu Han decided to ask Dong Wensheng to help him find out if there were any rich and trustworthy friends. It was better to eat the remaining four paintings. Finally, Dong Wensheng patted his chest to ensure that he would be satisfied.