Chapter 171 Mo Mei Tu

After receiving a call from Meng Xianguo, Lu Fei was about to go to the antique city. When he was out, he happened to meet the little dog and Wang Xiaoyao who were having a hard time, so he decided to go together.

When they arrived at the thatched cottage, a large group of people surrounded Meng Xianguo and a young man and woman in front of the Jubao Pavilion.

Those on the outside were all tourists, and the seven or eight old men in the innermost were pointing at the owners and counters of nearby shops.

Lu Fei unexpectedly discovered that Ma Guohui, director of Jincheng Museum, and Lu Liang, archaeological consultant, were among them.

Today is the weekend. Ma Guohui and Lu Liang came to visit the thatched cottage and picked up leaks.

After looking around for a while, I didn't see anything decent, but I found that Lu Fei's Jubao Pavilion was open for business.

These two people knew what Lu Fei was capable of, and they also wanted to see what Lu Fei's shop was like.

As soon as they reached the door, Meng Xianguo walked out accompanied by a young man and woman.

The two people originally wanted to sell a painting, but Meng Xianguo called Lu Fei because he was not sure.

But Lu Fei didn't arrive for a long time, and the two of them couldn't wait any longer and prepared to leave.

As soon as he heard that a painting was going to be sold, Ma Guohui immediately became interested.

After announcing his home address, the boy asked Ma Guohui to take action on the spot, and he was surrounded by people watching the excitement.

Ma Guohui unfolded the scroll and looked at it and immediately frowned.

This is a "Picture of Plum Blossoms", about thirty-two centimeters in length and about fifty centimeters in width.

The paper is Chengxintang paper and has become dark and yellowish in color.

The picture is of horizontally folded branches of plum blossoms. The brushwork is simple and elegant, the branches are straight and graceful, and they are well interspersed. The composition is fresh and pleasing to the eye.

The ink is of appropriate shades, and the blooming, gradually opening, and budding of the flowers all appear fresh, free, and full of life.

The pen is strong and strong, and the hook strokes are created with unique pauses and twists. Although there is no color, the plum blossoms can be vividly depicted with smiles and branches.

In the blank space at the top is a poem titled "Poetry on Plum Blossoms": "The trees at the head of the pond where I wash inkstones are all blooming with faint ink marks. Don't let anyone praise the color, just leave the pure air to fill the universe."

On the side is the inscription "Yuan Zhang\

,"There are also six appreciation seals.

This "Yuan Zhang" is not Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, but Wang Mian, a famous painter in the late Yuan and early Ming Dynasty, whose courtesy name was Yuan Zhang.

Seeing this painting, Ma Guohui's head was spinning. He picked up a magnifying glass and looked at it carefully inch by inch.

But no matter how you look at it, you can't see anything wrong with it. This painting of plum blossoms is typical of Wang Mian's style in terms of painting skills and charm. Even the paper is impeccable.

But even with such a perfect painting, Ma Guohui dared not say that it was authentic.

The reason is that someone cut the paper into three parts of the original painting. That is to say, there are three original paintings. Except for the shade of ink, each one is exactly the same.

These three authentic paintings of "Mo Mei Tu" are hidden in Baodao Gubo and Tiandu Gubo respectively. It is absolutely impossible for them to be circulated outside.

But there is no flaw in the "Mumei Picture" in front of me. This is so damn evil.

At this time, the shop owners who were watching rushed to ask.

"Director Ma, what do you think of this painting?"

Ma Guohui shook his head awkwardly and said.

"Haha, I can't understand this painting either."

"I don't understand" is a euphemism, which means it is not true. It is a jargon in the industry, and everyone in this industry understands it.

Hearing what Ma Guohui said, the store owners also agreed.

"Yeah!"

"This young man has also been to our Qibao Zhai. I also said that this painting is a high imitation, but he just doesn't believe it!"

"Everyone in the industry knows that "Mo Mei Tu" is divided into three, and the three authentic paintings are collected in two old museums. There will never be a fourth authentic painting in this world."

Meng Xianguo also breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. Fortunately, he didn't

I made the decision to accept this painting privately, otherwise I would suffer a huge loss.

The young man was not convinced.

"How could this be a high imitation? This painting has been in our family for decades. My grandfather has always regarded it as a treasure. There is absolutely no way it is fake."

Ma Guohui said with a smile. ??

"Young man, don't be anxious. Even if your painting is a high imitation, it is still the best among the best. I'll pay you 50,000 yuan to take it. What do you think?"

"No, this is obviously an authentic work. I will never sell it for less than 500,000 yuan."

"Haha, I can offer up to 60,000 yuan. If you are unwilling to take action, then I will have to give up." Ma Guohui said.

The young man said with some excitement.

"I still say the same thing, don't sell it for less than 500,000 yuan."

"Do any of the young and old gentlemen present know the real deal? This is a real antique painting, priced at 500,000 yuan. If no one buys it, I will leave."

"I think this painting is pretty good. I'll take the five hundred thousand. Lao Meng, transfer the money to this brother and sign the contract."

"Lu Fei?"

"Why did you come here?" Meng Xianguo asked.

"Hey, I've been here for a while, and I've been watching from outside."

Ma Guohui shook hands with Lu Fei.

"Xiao Fei, I'm here to visit your treasure gathering pavilion. You won't welcome me."

"What are you talking about, Director Ma? I have enough tea leaves to drink."

"Haha, that's good."

"By the way, do you want to buy this painting?" Ma Guohui asked.

"Yeah, what's the problem?" Lu Fei asked.

"Boy, this painting is a high imitation. It is actually displayed in the museum. Don't be fooled!"

"Haha, it's true or not, the white jade is the gold of the palace. I like this painting, and besides, I'm not short of money."

Lu Fei said so

, Ma Guohui is not easy to stop.

However, Ma Guohui was not happy in his heart, thinking that even if you are smart and rich, you can't just make it up.

A high imitation of "Mo Mei Tu" is not worth half a million even if it dies!

Lu Fei said to the young man.

"Brother, I'll give you five hundred thousand, will you sell it?"

"Is this true?"

"These old guys all say they are high imitations!" said the young man.

"I like it, just tell me whether to sell it or not."

"Deal!" the young man said simply.

"Lao Meng, take this buddy to sign a contract and transfer money, just as he said, 500,000!"

Although Meng Xianguo had some doubts in his heart, he thought about Baolan Fei's aggressive nature and he made up his mind. He took the young man into the store to sign the contract, while Lu Fei chatted with Ma Guohui and Lu Liang outside.

A few minutes later, the young man walked out excitedly, thanked Lu Fei, put his arms around his girlfriend's waist and walked away.

"Two leaders, let's go in and have tea."

"The fine Yuqian Longjing hasn't been opened yet, and it's waiting for distinguished guests like you."

Ma Guohui and Lu Liang looked at each other and said with a smile.

"I'm still a little uncomfortable with your sudden politeness. Let's go!"

When Lu Fei turned around, the shop owners behind him sneered and sneered.

"snort!"

“You buy it even though you know it’s a high imitation, you idiot!”

"Hey, Jubao Pavilion doesn't have Lu Tianlin in charge. It won't take long for this prodigal to ruin everything!"

"Haha, Lu Fei has blackmailed Tianbao Auction House for more than 6 billion. Even if he loses for three lifetimes, he will never be defeated. You will stop worrying about it."

"That's right, it makes people stupid to have too much money!"

"Hahaha"