Chapter 581: A tiger father has no dog son

Mo Haoran drank a cup of Dahong Pao on the table, and finally smiled gently, and continued, "Actually, I can tell the fake of this ancient painting at a glance. It's just that I know where the authentic "Far Peak Horse" is now. When I was a child, my father was very knowledgeable about this ancient painting. Under his influence, he also had some understanding of Ma Zhiguo and his "Far Peak Horse". My father once told me personally that Ma Zhiguo's "Far Peak Horse" is located in the collection of the Palace Museum in Beijing. And my father also saw Ma Zhiguo's authentic "Far Peak Horse" at the Palace Museum in Beijing. So, I can tell you that the fake of this painting is just a little bit hard to tell. I think that in such a huge China, no one has such great ability to steal this world-renowned work from the Palace Museum in Beijing."

"The Horse-Place of the Far Peak" is already world-famous, and the Palace Museum in Beijing protects this painting very strictly. If anyone steals such a masterpiece in the capital, it will be a shame for all the people. Although Mo Haoran doesn't know how noble Mr. Liu is, Mo Haoran still believes that he still cannot own such a masterpiece.

Furthermore, Mr. Liu said that this painting was collected by him for many years. However, Mo Haoran's father once said that when he saw the original work in the Palace Museum in Beijing, it seemed that Mo Haoran was fourteen years old. Now, Mo Haoran is twenty years old. In just six years, this masterpiece was obtained by Mr. Liu when he was fourteen years old. It is not said that he has collected it for many years.

The only explanation is that this ancient painting is a fake. If you know from the beginning that it is a fake, then you must be looking for the problem in the painting with a gaze. It's like when you are playing the game where everyone comes to find fault. You know that there are five differences between the two paintings, and of course you can slowly find them. If you tell you from the beginning that these two paintings are the same, then you may not be able to find the five differences. This is the same truth, and people's psychological feelings are at work.

Mo Haoran's father Mo Qingyuan, Xue Zangfeng and Liu Lao both knew about it. At this moment, after hearing what Mo Haoran said, they immediately stopped questioning. Since Mo Haoran's father said that the original work was in the Palace Museum, the original work must be in the Palace Museum in Beijing. So, the masterpiece in his hand is a fake.

Suddenly, a look of loss and regret appeared on Xue Zangfeng's face. Such a magnificent ancient painting turned out to be a fake, which made Xue Zangfeng unable to bear to take a look again.

Mr. Liu was sitting on the chair at this moment and could no longer be calm. His face was covered with gray. His heart was like thoughts and his face was as haggard. He didn't expect that a masterpiece he had collected for many years would end up being a fake. It was like a son he had raised for many years, and finally succeeded and suddenly ran back to tell you that you were not his biological father. He was just a wild breeder born after your woman had an affair with someone else.

Mr. Liu lowered his head at this moment, and said weakly: "Ahao, put away the painting and put it here to embarrassingly."

"Mr. Liu, although this painting was not made by Ma Zhiguo, I once heard my father sigh. In addition to Ma Zhiguo's original "The Horse-Planting Plan" by the Far Peak, there are also several copied "The Horse-Planting Plan" which are rare and rare paintings. It is said that they were all painted by Ma Zhiguo's apprentices, and they are still the scenery of the mountain, the Mana, but the feeling of copying is different. It is said that compared with the "The Horse-Planting Plan" by their master Ma Zhiguo, it makes the descendants feel that they are better than blue.

Now Ma Zhiguo’s original copy of "The Horse-Place in the Far Peak" is a priceless treasure, but the market value of the copied works that his apprentices have circulated in the world cannot be underestimated. These copies are also quite popular among antique calligraphy and painting enthusiasts. It is said that there was a copy of "The Horse-Place in the Far Peak" that was auctioned for a sky-high price of 80 million yuan. Therefore, Mr. Liu, you don’t have to be sad. This copy, whether it is collected by oneself or used in market auctions, is a rare treasure."

When Mo Haoran saw the decadent look on Old Liu's face, he couldn't help but kindly remind him. Some things that Mo Haoran wouldn't say will be something, Old Liu didn't know. Maybe Mr. Liu was so sad and angry that he burned such a copy.

After hearing Mo Haoran's words, a hint of joy suddenly rose on his face. The famous paintings he had collected for many years were not useless, but it gave him some comfort to his heart. It was like a son who ran back after success and fame, telling you that although I was a bastard born to you by your woman and others, not your biological son. However, I will still be by your side, treat you as your biological father, and do my best to let you live a wonderful old age.

Mr. Liu finally raised his head and threw a look of gratitude at Mo Haoran. Then, he spoke and continued to instruct: "Ahao, put away the painting and put it carefully."

The man standing next to Mr. Liu finally stood up and carefully put away the copied work "The Horse-Planting Picture" spread out on the table. Finally, he disappeared into the room with his lead.

Xue Zangfeng was standing aside at this moment. After seeing Mo Haoran's performance, he immediately gave Mo Haoran a look of admiration. At this moment, after the painting was taken away, he sat down with a smile.

Mr. Liu smiled at Mo Haoran at this moment and sighed: "It turns out that he is a tiger father without a dog son. His skills in appreciating antique calligraphy and paintings are still so great. I have been immersed in the research of ancient paintings for decades. However, compared with you, it is far behind."

Mr. Liu was also sincerely sighing from the bottom of his heart. He didn't know how many times he had read this "The Horse-Planting Picture of the Far Peak", but he didn't find these clues. Every time he read it, he couldn't help but appreciate it, but he didn't realize it was a fake. Now, when he heard Xue Zangfeng introduce Mo Haoran to be Mo Qingyuan's son, he was curious for a while, so he took out this "The Horse-Planting Picture of the Far Peak" to let Mo Haoran appreciate it. However, Mo Haoran's appreciation of this painting opened his eyes. Mo Haoran's appreciation of ancient paintings did not disappoint Mr. Liu.

"Mr. Liu is too awarded. It would be great if I had my father's true teaching. This matter was just a coincidence. If it were replaced with another one, I might not be able to appreciate it." Mo Haoran smiled softly and replied humbly.

In fact, what Mo Haoran said was not a lie. His father was very interested in this painting by Ma Zhiguo's "Picture of Horses in the Far Peak". When he was a child, he often talked about this painting. Mo Haoran could recite the painting style as he listened to it. At first, he decided it was a fake, but Mo Haoran gradually discovered the clues based on his memory of Ma Zhiguo's painting style.

If it were another painter whom Mo Haoran was completely unfamiliar with, then Mo Haoran might not be able to appreciate the authenticity.

However, Liu Laoke didn't think so. He regarded Mo Haoran's words as Mo Haoran's humble words. Suddenly, he smiled slightly and praised: "It is indeed not easy for young people to be like you, be humble and polite, and be unpretentious. I believe that my Red Ridge Hotel will definitely be able to achieve something in your hands. However, no matter what, thank you for helping me appreciate the authenticity of this ancient painting, which has fulfilled my wish for many years."

After a pause, Liu Lao smiled faintly at Xue Zangfeng and said, "I think it's getting late, it's noon. Now, let's have a meal together, which is my kind of thanks to Haoran. Moreover, you can also eat and talk about the settlement issues of the Hongri Hotel. If you want to give Haoran this huge hotel at once, you still have to explain it."

Xue Zangfeng smiled faintly and nodded. Today he was just playing the role of threading needles and threading, allowing Mr. Liu to use the Hongri Hotel as a springboard for Mo Haoran's business development. Now, after seeing the situation completed, Xue Zangfeng was in a good mood. He happily agreed to Mr. Liu's proposal.

Mo Haoran also smiled slightly and said happily: "It's better to obey your orders than respect. I came to Hongri Hotel several times and finally I can have a big meal here today. And, I'll have a free big meal."

"Haoran, I am not as good as your farm specialty hotel. Besides, this place will be your industry in the future. If you want to have a free meal here, you can come every day." Now, Mr. Liu is in a good mood and smiles and jokes.

After hearing Mr. Liu's joke, Xue Zangfeng and Mo Haoran immediately looked at each other and laughed happily. There were bursts of happy laughter from the huge room.

With the chairman Liu Lao, the chairman, speaking, the chef who cooks the hotel must be very efficient. After a while, the tables in the room were filled with fragrant dishes. The fragrance of the dishes was everywhere, which greatly increased the appetite of the three of them.

Suddenly, the three of them gathered around a large table and started to move. It was noon now, and the three of them were having a great time eating. They exchanged cups and had a feast. The Hongri Hotel, as a five-star hotel in Anhua City, is located in such a prosperous area. The chef's level here must be very good.

Each dish is made exquisite and delicious, with a complete color, fragrance and taste. It is smooth but not greasy when eaten in the mouth. The three waiters stood aside, always preparing to pour Maotai wine for the three of them.

The three of them were very excited, and they all drank very happily. Moutai wine would die and go down to the bottom. In a short while, a faint blush appeared on Xue Zangfeng and Old Liu's face. I think they were already unable to drink. Only Mo Haoran's face was calm and leisurely. Mo Haoran had a very good alcohol tolerance, but after drinking these few cups of Moutai wine, he didn't react much. Besides, Xue Zangfeng and Old Liu were both older people, and they were not people who often drank, so they definitely could not compare with Mo Haoran.
Chapter completed!