Chapter 138 Ko Luo Edition

Soon, Boss Li handed a piece of rice paper, a grinded ink, and a high-quality wolf hair into Zhang Xuan's hands.

"Boss Li, please collect the dishes from our table." Zhang Xuan took the rice paper and shook it in front of him. When Boss Li arranged for someone to clean up the table where he was sitting, Zhang Xuan spread the rice paper flat on the table, then waved the wolf hair in his hand.

As soon as he started writing, Zhang Xuan suddenly remembered something and turned to Lin Qinghan and said, "Wife, please help me watch it, don't let this master see me start writing."

Lin Qinghan's sudden call from Zhang Xuan's wife made her pretty face turn red, and her cheeks nodded a little shyly, "Okay."

After giving the explanation, Zhang Xuan turned around and continued to write.

With Zhang Xuan's explanation, Lin Qinghan and the three girls stood behind Zhang Xuan in rows, staring at Yu Bai, preventing Yu Bai from seeing what Zhang Xuan was doing. At the same time, they could not see what Zhang Xuan was doing.

Only Fang Luo could see Zhang Xuan's actions. He widened his eyes and his mouth unconsciously opened his mouth.

Five minutes later, Zhang Xuan put the brush in his hand and let out a long sigh, "Huh, okay, my wife, that's not seen by Master Bai."

"No." Lin Qinghan shook her head, turned around, and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"This." Zhang Xuan raised the rice paper on the table, and at the same time, the things on the rice paper were displayed in front of everyone.

The moment she saw the rice paper, almost everyone, like Fang Luo, stared at her eyes wide and her mouth widened, including the three girls Lin Qinghan, the same was true.

On the rice paper that Zhang Xuan picked up, there were a few shrimps, these shrimps, but the painting by Boss Li was exactly the same, with each dotted line and each left pen, exactly the same.

"How is this... possible!"

Boss Li walked to Zhang Xuan with disbelief, looked at the painting in Zhang Xuan's hand, and asked carefully: "Sir, can you show it to me?"

"Of course." Zhang Xuan handed the painting to Boss Li casually. The ink was not dry and the smell was still emitted.

Boss Li placed the painting drawn by Zhang Xuan with his ink shrimp. After careful observation, he found that the shrimps drawn by Zhang Xuan were exactly the same as his ink color in terms of size, length, and even ink of the shrimp section. Even if they were printed on the original painting, they could not be so detailed.

"Zhang Xuan, you..." Lin Qinghan's beautiful eyes flashed with an incredible look.

Zhang Xuan smiled, "This is my method. Master Yu, can you tell where the painting I painted was broken?"

"You!" Yu Bai stared at Zhang Xuan, not knowing what he said. He really didn't expect that someone could copy this ink shrimp like this. How did he do it?

Just now, what Yu Bai said about the broken strokes and styles were all made by himself. He was so confident because he knew that the painting was the original, but now, if he was asked to tell the details, he would not be able to do it at all.

"Why? Can't you say it?" Zhang Xuan looked at Yu Bai's speechless look and sneered, "As an honorary member of the Painting Association and the vice president of the Suzhou-Hangzhou Painting Association, what you should do is to maintain the reputation of the Painting Association and convey correct values, rather than to use your identity to do whatever you want and talk nonsense! There has never been a person who can use his paintings to see what is like you. Just look at it and find out the authenticity. I will tell you clearly now that Boss Li's ink shrimp is not the original work of Master Qi."

As soon as Zhang Xuan finished speaking, there was noisy around him.

"How is that possible!"

"Impossible! Boss Li just took out the certificate. Could it be that the certificate is fake?"

"It's unreasonable. Who dares to fake the certificate? Look at it, it's stamped!"

Boss Li's face changed, "Sir, I admire your paintings, but you must be responsible when speaking. The certificate of my painting is clearly placed here, how could it be fake?"

"Boy, you're a bit too much!" Wan Yichang sarcastically said.

Not to mention these people who have nothing to do with Zhang Xuan, even Milan and others don’t understand it. Boss Li has already taken out his certificate, so why does Zhang Xuan still say that this painting is fake?

Zhang Xuan smiled, "Boss Li, pay attention to what I said. I didn't say that your painting is fake, nor did I doubt your certificate. I just said that your ink shrimp is not the original work of Master Qi."

As soon as Zhang Xuan finished speaking, Wan Yichang scolded, "Just! I have been doing this industry for more than ten years. Could it be that in the Qing Dynasty, there were two shrimp painting masters who painted this ink shrimp?"

Zhang Xuan glanced at Wan Yichang lightly and said softly: "You are ignorant, it doesn't matter, but you shouldn't shout so loudly to show off your ignorance. In the Qing Dynasty, there was only one shrimp painting master, but in the Qing Dynasty, there were many ink shrimps!"

"Sir, what do you mean?" Boss Li frowned.

"Everyone, have you ever heard of the Colo version?" Zhang Xuan's eyes swept over everyone present.

"Colo version? Isn't that what the printed version means?" a man spoke.

"Not bad." Zhang Xuan nodded, "The main copying of calligraphy and painting works is artificial copying, photo copying, woodblock watermarking, colo plate, offset printing and digital printing. The earliest colo plate appeared in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. This ink shrimp was the colo plate produced at that time. So I said that Boss Li's certificate is correct. This painting is indeed a product of the Qing Dynasty, but it is not the original work of Master Qi."

"How can you prove it?" Yu Bai asked in a low voice.

Zhang Xuan stretched out his finger and pointed to his head, "Common knowledge, if you care about painting a little, you will know that Master Qi's original painting of ink shrimp has been stored in the Southern Provincial Museum. Moreover, the original painting of this ink shrimp has not been yellowed, but blue. Only the Koro version is yellow. If you want to prove it, you can gently stroke the place where the shrimp shell is covered with heavy colors on the painting. Everyone is painting. You should know that when the ink is heavy, you will feel the rough texture after the ink is dry, but the Koro version will not. Also, although Master Qi's style is minimal, every stroke is extremely hard. The ink color of the Koro version will not penetrate the back of the paper, which is indescribable."

When Zhang Xuan talked about the ink color, Boss Li subconsciously reached out to touch his ink shrimp. Sure enough, the thick ink color did not feel any rough, but instead looked very smooth.

"Boss Li, what he said, but it's true?" Wan Yichang asked Boss Li with a somewhat ugly expression.

"Everyone, I'll call and verify it." Boss Li took out his cell phone and walked to the kitchen.

The people in the hall looked at me, and I looked at you, and they were confused between their eyebrows. Now, they didn’t know who said the truth and who said the false.
Chapter completed!