Old Niu sighed, looked at the young man Mu Chen, and said, "Young friend, you are extraordinary! How did you realize that?"
Can I tell you that I was reborn?
Can I tell you, old man, that I have eyes that are different from other people's?
Mu Chen said shyly, "I once heard an elder talk about this, so when I saw it just now, I thought it looked similar. I didn't expect to guess right."
"Guessed?"
Old Niu shook his head, clearly indicating it wouldn't work, but he didn't ask any further questions, after all, everyone has some hidden tricks up their sleeve.
He also gave Mu Chen a business card, his gaze falling on the scroll on the table. "This painting must be quite special, wouldn't you like me to take a look?"
"Please come, Mr. Niu."
Mu Chen glanced at the business card and was surprised to find that the old gentleman was Niu Kongkong, a leading figure in the antique street, a professor at Peking University, a doctoral supervisor, and an academician.
As Niu Kongkong and Niu Lao made their identification, a few minutes later, no one knew what he had discovered. When he looked up at Mu Chen, his eyes were filled with shock and complexity.
"Young man, how did you figure that out?"
"If I said it was just a feeling, would Old Niu believe me?"
"I don't believe it!"
Old Niu shook his head, and the young man beside him asked, "Grandpa, is this painting also an original?"
"We'll know soon enough whether it's genuine or not."
Old Niu asked the drowsy boss for some clean water, and then gently peeled back the oil paper on the scroll with a special tool.
"My God, a picture within a picture? How come the paper is so thin!"
The genuine work has a layer of oiled paper as thin as a cicada's wing, and the color of this oiled paper is exactly the same as that of the genuine work. The workmanship is also extremely exquisite, no wonder it was not discovered.
The boss swayed, his vision blurred, and looking at Mu Chen's smiling face, he had the illusion that he wanted to tear him apart.
"Old Niu, is this... an authentic work?"
President Qin gazed at the thin paper that had been completely unwrapped, his eyes fixed on the exquisite and meticulous landscape and figure painting before him.
Mr. Niu exclaimed in amazement: "This is the 'Ge Zhichuan Migration Picture'! Created by Wang Meng of the Yuan Dynasty; the painting is mainly landscape, with towering mountains, waterfalls and springs, single green trees, streams and grass bridges."
"This traditional painting method reveals a simple and understated charm."
Peng...
As soon as Old Niu finished speaking, the boss plopped down on his chair.
He screamed in his heart: My ancestors are going to crawl out of their graves and tear me, their unfilial descendant, to pieces!
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