Chapter 1353

No matter who the author of the painting is, whether the painter is famous or not, the painting is not worth money as long as it is not painted by Tang Yin.

Because no one will pay for a painting by an uncertain author, even if it is really good.

"Professor Qin, it seems that you have to be disappointed..." Lin Tian narrowed his eyes and looked at Qin Luo playfully: "this painting is probably no more than 2 million."

Two million?

To this, Qin Luo can only faint smile.

"As I said, two million is just a fraction of the painting." After leaving this sentence, Qin Luo turned to look at Li Tai: "Mr. Li, I don't know if you have heard an allusion about Tang Yin."

Tang Yin's allusions?

Li Tai slightly frowned, Tang Yin shunted and unconventional. There was a lot of lace news. He didn't know which one Qin Luo was talking about.

"Which one is Professor Qin talking about?"

"Everyone knows that Tang Yin is brilliant, but few people know that his old age is quite miserable." Qin Luo said: "in his later years, Tang Bohu lived a hard life and was weak and sickly. The only thing he could control was the creation of calligraphy and painting, and this painting of a beautiful lady with flowers was his work in his later years when he was plagued with diseases."

"It may even be his last word!"

Absolutely The last word!

As soon as this was said, the audience was shocked.

Most of the people who took part in the auction were interested in antiques collection. They knew the meaning of the last word.

This may be Tang Bohu's last painting.

If it's true, it's probably worth twice as much.

Professor Qin is a real boaster Lin Tian sneered.

"You want evidence?" Qin Luo glanced at him lightly.

"Of course." Lin Tian laughs jokingly.

"Then I'll give you proof!"

As he spoke, Qin Luo went to the painting table and pointed his right hand to the faint red in the lower right corner of the painting.

"Li Laogang just asked what this is. Now I'll tell you the answer." Qin Luo said forcefully: "the red here is not pigment, but blood!"

"If you can't, you can scrape a little and send it to the laboratory!"

"Hehe, even if it's blood, what can it do? This does not mean that this is Tang Yin's last resort. " Lin Tian sneered: "Professor Qin, you've got a big head."

Ox horn tip?

Qin Luo sneered and said, "I know you don't believe it, but there is another evidence."

Qin Luo put on his gloves and jerked the picture to the back.

In the lower left corner, a seven character ancient poem appears in front of everyone.

"It's no harm to go back to hell if you're in the sun."

"The earth in the sun is similar to the earth. It is only a strange place to drift."

A dying poem -- Ziwei.

The writing is not good, even some ugly, but from the lines, still can feel the traces of struggling.

Quiet!

Dead silence.

As soon as this poem appeared, everyone's eyes widened.

If the blood can be explained before, but what about this "dying poem"?

As we all know, dying poems are written only before they die.

Nine times out of ten, this painting is Tang Yin's last painting!

"Why did Tang Yin write his poems on the back of the picture? This is not in his style at all." Lin Tian tightly clenched his fist and clenched his teeth.

"No, you're wrong. That's Tang Yin's style." Without waiting for Qin Luo to speak, Li Tai has already made an answer.

"Mr. Li!"

Li Tai smiles and shakes his head.