Chapter 81: Collecting antiques

After Shao Jing'er opened the layers of wrapping, he carefully took out a scroll from it, gently blew away the little dust scattered on the scroll, untied the golden wire rope, and found a square table to slowly spread the scroll.

At this time, Mo Haoran and Shi Xuanxuan also began to become serious. Mo Haoran wanted to discover a few authentic products through his own seriousness, so that he could persuade Shao Jinger to invest in his cultural media company with the money he exchanged for, and inject new blood into the company's future growth and development.

Shi Xuanxuan, on the other hand, was completely keen on the attitude of appreciating art, hoping to discover several original works left by his ancestors with Mo Haoran, so that it can not only improve his ability to appreciate antiques, but also improve his copying skills and artistic conception of his paintings.

Famous paintings are like old wine. The older they are, the more fascinating they can exude. As soon as Shao Jing'er opened the scroll, Mo Haoran brought the artistic conception in this landscape painting, intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

"Good painting, good painting!" This is Mo Haoran's first impression when he saw the scroll and his first evaluation.

Shao Jinger looked happy and seemed very excited. She grabbed Mo Haoran's arm and said, "Mr. Mo, is this "Spring Birds and Autumn Frost Picture" the original work?"

Shi Xuanxuan was about to say something, but when she saw Mo Haoran's frowning brows, she swallowed what she wanted to say, waiting for the explanation from her expert Mo Haoran.

Mo Haoran pondered and pondered carefully about this "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Picture", fearing that there would be a slight mistake. Ten minutes later, Mo Haoran had a comparison in his heart, nodded secretly, and thought about the authenticity of the painting.

"How is it, genuine or fake?" Shi Xuanxuan asked first. She wanted to see if the appraisal results of this painting were the same as Mo Haoran's thoughts.

Mo Haoran smiled mysteriously, glanced at Shao Jinger who was looking forward to it, and said, "This "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Picture" can also be said to be a fake."

"What? Fake?" Shao Jinger felt incredible, because when his grandfather was alive, he highly praised this painting, as if he regarded it as a family heirloom.

"No hurry, listen to me. Although it is a fake, it can be said to be a genuine one!" Mo Haoran said confidently.

Shi Xuanxuan didn't know what Mo Haoran sold in the gourd. At this time, she was a little confused. "I said to Teacher Haoran, there is only one result in appreciating paintings, either genuine or fake. Why did it come to you? A painting was appreciated by you as both a fake and a genuine one?" Shi Xuanxuan looked incomprehensible, as if Mo Haoran didn't say the reason, and she would never end up with him.

"Haha." Mo Haoran did not show off on purpose. He said that the painting is both true and false has its own truth. "It is said that it is a fake, but because this painting was definitely not written by Tang Bohu, but just a copy of "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost" by a calligraphy and painting master with high attainments. It can only be seen from a little bit."

Shi Xuanxuan looked at her teaching expression and looked at it carefully for a long time. Finally, she shook her head helplessly, "This "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Picture" and the records in historical materials are described in no way. I just confirmed that it is the authentic product, but you said that you can identify its authenticity from just a little bit. I don't think that I have such a high appreciation ability."

"It's very simple. Since you have also read the detailed description of "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Picture" in historical materials, you should know that the "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Picture" written by Tang Bohu is made of rice paper!"

"Isn't this painting used for rice paper?" Shi Xuanxuan was not sure, and stretched out her smooth little hand to caress the paper of the painting carefully. Her eyebrows became tighter and tighter. "It's true that it's different from rice paper, but it's also soft, fine, uniform, and very similar to rice paper, but it may be caused by the age of time!"

Mo Haoran couldn't help looking at Shi Xuanxuan with admiration. Just a gentle touch, you could see the details of the paper. It was indeed a bit of skill. "Xuanxuan, you made sense. Although this paper is very similar to rice paper, it is definitely not rice paper. This kind of paper is called Dongba paper!"

"Dongba Paper?" Shi Xuanxuan was a little confused. She said, "Although I have heard of this Dongba Paper, I have not seen the exact text description and observation. Can you explain it to me?"

"Rice paper originated from Xuancheng, Anhui and was found in the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, many calligraphy and paintings in later generations usually use rice paper to splash ink and write. According to historical materials, Tang Bohu's "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Picture" was made of rice paper, so it can be identified as a fake from this point." Mo Haoran had a finger and gently flicked the paper.

"Oh, I didn't expect that the "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Picture" that my grandfather regarded as a treasure is a fake!" Shao Jinger muttered unwillingly.

Mo Haoran ignored it and continued his explanation, "Dongba paper is a more expensive type of paper than rice paper. It was invented earlier than rice paper. It is said that the production method was lost for many years, but it was made three hundred years ago. However, it was made three hundred years ago. It was in the early Qing Dynasty, and it was very different from the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty when Tang Bohu was born in the Ming Dynasty. Therefore, I asserted that this "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Picture" was not written by Tang Bohu."

"So that's it. No wonder it's different from the rice paper I've come into contact with before. Teacher Haoran really has extraordinary experience. I've decided to be a teacher. If I don't squeeze you dry, I won't leave the teacher!"

Mo Haoran tilted his feet, "Put dry? Suck it dry? Damn, pick the yin and replenish the yang!" Only Mo Haoran has such a rich imagination.

When Shi Xuanxuan heard Mo Haoran's teasing, her little face turned red, she pouted and stomped her feet, and she looked like her little daughter was full of expression, "Hate, how could the teacher bully the students so much? I'll go home and tell Ling Bing to go!"

Shao Jinger also emitted a faint sour air at this time, with a secret expression of pity, and said embarrassedly, "It is now popular for students to tease teachers, and teachers tease students!"

OK! Mo Haoran heard a different tone from Shao Jinger's words, but he didn't understand why Shao Jinger's tone was so imaginative as Ling Bing's jealous tone. Could it be that Mo Haoran was so impressed, closed his mouth tactfully, and then turned his attention to this "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Picture".

Shi Xuanxuan was also very embarrassed, with a hint of rosy on her face. It seemed that Mo Haoran’s teasing just now was very helpful to her. Her pink face was warm and her heart felt like she was hitting a deer. She adjusted her emotions a little and asked, "Haoran, since you said this is a fake, why did you say it is a genuine one?"

Mo Haoran dared not look directly at Shi Xuanxuan with a slightly scorching gaze. "Although this "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Picture" is not the original work of Tang Bohu, it is also from the hands of great calligraphy and painting. Although it lacks the name of Tang Bohu, this painting has been perfect in paper, artistic conception, attainments, inscriptions, and seals. It can even be said to be a step further than Tang Bohu's original work. If Tang Bohu's writing is removed, this is completely another "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Picture". It injects emotions, hard work and charm that are different from Tang Bohu, so I say this painting is an authentic product."

Shao Jinger did not know how to identify the authenticity of calligraphy and paintings, nor did she understand the artistic conception and charm of the paintings. She only cared about how much the "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Picture" which is both a fake and an authentic one can sell, so she asked impatiently: "Mr. Mo, how much can this painting be exchanged for?"

Mo Haoran smiled, patted Shao Jinger's head speechlessly, and said with a smile: "You little money fan!"

Shao Jing'er was at a loss by Mo Haoran's intimate action. She had originally had a little secret to him, but how could this action not make her have a different idea when she made Shi Xuanxuan? Shao Jing'er's face was happy first, and then she was shy. Hongxia climbed up her pretty face, and her big watery eyes wanted to see Mo Haoran but didn't dare to look at him.

Shi Xuanxuan also felt her sourness spread at this time, but she was looking for reasons for herself, and she felt a sense of discomfort in her heart, "Okay, there is indeed an 'aggressive love'. When I go home, I must tell Ling Bing to kill your affair in the cradle, hum."

Shao Jinger was restless, but she treated Shi Xuanxuan next to her as a transparent person. She couldn't help but beating wildly in her heart. She mustered up the courage to hug Mo Haoran's arm and shook it hard. There was a dripping voice that dripped out of water and said softly: "Mr. Mo, just say, how much is this painting worth? Don't they hope to have money to cooperate with you!"

Shao Jinger is a cheerful and lively person who dares to act and take responsibility. If you have any thoughts in your heart, you will feel that there is something in your heart if you don’t express them, so you have such bold moves.

Mo Haoran smiled embarrassedly and changed the topic again, "Well, according to my estimation, this is not an authentic work, and it should be available for a price of 600,000 to 800,000 on the market!"

"What?" Shao Jing'er thought she had heard it wrong, "Six hundred thousand to eight hundred thousand? Oh my God, Mr. Mo, you won't be making me happy, right!"

Mo Haoran was very sure of his valuation, "It's just this price. If it was Tang Bohu's original work, I think the price could be at least three million, or even five million, but this is just a copy of Tang Bohu's paintings, and the author's name is not clear, so it can be sold for 600,000 to 800,000, which is a win-win result." Tang Bohu thought Shao Jinger felt that the price of 600,000 to 800,000 was too low, so he had the previous explanation.

"No, Mr. Mo, I can't believe that this fake is worth 600,000 yuan. This money is too easy to make, right?" Shao Jinger still felt a little unbelievable.
Chapter completed!