The heavens set sail from the courtyard

Li Cheng, whose courtesy name was Xianxi and whose nickname was Yingqiu, was from Chang'an, Jingzhao.A painter from the Five Dynasties and early Song Dynasty, he is known as one of the "Three Great Masters of the Northern Song Dynasty" together with Dong Yuan and Fan Kuan.

As one of the most famous painters in the Song Dynasty, Li Cheng's paintings are priceless. One of his landscape paintings is the treasure of the Shaanxi Museum and a genuine national treasure.

The country prohibits the sale of national treasures, which can only be used for collection. If the paintings in Old Man Liu's hands were genuine, no one would dare to buy them anywhere.

Old man Liu seemed to know this, so he took the painting to the "Treasure Treasure Pavilion".

Although state regulations do not allow the sale of national treasures, as long as there is a market and someone wants to buy it, there is always a way to sell it.

The boss behind Zhenji Treasure Pavilion is very powerful. I heard that he started his business by selling antiques in the 80s and has a group of wealthy buyers.

Old man Liu's family was once rich, but later declined, so he left a landscape painting by Li Cheng as a family heirloom.

Recently, Old Man Liu's wife was diagnosed with gastric cancer and was in urgent need of medical expenses, so he had no choice but to bring the family heirloom to the Treasure Pavilion.

Unfortunately, after appraisal in the store, the painting in Old Man Liu's hand was fake, which made him quite discouraged.

"My wife has suffered with me all his life and has never had a good day. Now he has stomach cancer. What should I do?" Old Liu cried in the shop while holding the fake painting.

"I told you, we can't accept this fake painting. Even if we do, the maximum charge is 1000 yuan." The clerk said coldly, regardless of Old Man Liu's cries.

"My painting can't be fake! It has been passed down from generation to generation in our family, how could it be fake?" Old Man Liu still doesn't believe that the paintings that have been preserved in his family for generations are actually fake.

"Perhaps your ancestors were deceived from the beginning." The clerk shook his head and said: "Old man Liu, let me tell you the truth! Your painting is a good imitation. Except for the flaws on the paper, it is actually quite good. imitation painting.

If you really want to sell it, I will give you three thousand! "

Old man Liu's eyes widened. What use would 3000 yuan have for his wife's illness?

Wang Gang kept watching with cold eyes and asked the clerk: "Is the appraiser in your store really accurate? Is this painting true or false?"

The clerk's expression changed and he said, "Didn't you just say that this paper is from after the Qing Dynasty? How could a painting from the Song Dynasty use paper from the Qing Dynasty!"

Wang Gang saw something and said to the clerk: "You don't want this painting, I want it!"

The clerk was shocked and could no longer remain calm.

"This guest, please be on a first-come, first-served basis when shopping!"

Wang Gang felt more stable and said to Old Man Liu: "I don't know what comes first, I only know that the one with the highest price gets it."

"Mr. Liu, I like your painting very much. Can you sell it for 5 yuan?"

Old Man Liu was overjoyed. He stood up and asked uncertainly: "Do you really want to buy my painting?"

Tong Wenjie couldn't stand it anymore, so she pulled Wang Gang aside and reminded her in a low voice: "Are you crazy, spending 5 yuan to buy a fake painting?"

Wang Gang glanced at the sweating clerk and said, "This painting is a very good imitation. I like it very much. 5 yuan is not expensive."

Tong Wenjie said anxiously: "You are stupid! You buy it knowing it is fake."

Wang Gang glanced at the clerk coldly and said, "A thousand dollars can't buy a good thing."

The clerk was a little anxious at this time, so he picked up his cell phone and made a call.

Wang Gang was not in a hurry. He took Old Liu to the rest area of ​​the store and slowly talked about buying paintings.

"Old sir, although this painting of yours is not authentic, it is a very good imitation. The person who painted it is also a master. I like it very much. If you sell it to me for 5 yuan, you will not suffer any loss."

Old Man Liu said with concern: "When my great-grandfather bought this painting, he used two large yellow croakers."

Wang Gang smiled and said, "I spent fifty thousand to buy you a fake painting, and my wife even had objections."

Tong Wenjie's face was very dark at this time, but she gave her husband face outside and did not have an attack.

Wang Gang and Old Man Liu chatted for a while, and then a man in his early fifties walked into the store.

When the clerk saw the man come in, he ran over and whispered something in his ear.

"Boss, that's the person who wants to buy Old Man Liu's paintings."

The man looked at Wang Gang calmly, and then walked over slowly.

"Hello, guest, I am the owner of this store, and my surname is Ma. Are you the one who wants to buy that fake painting?"

"Boss Ma." Wang Gang said, neither humble nor overbearing: "You are also interested in this fake painting."

Wang Gang focused on the pronunciation of the word "false".

"Why would I be interested in a fake painting? I just want to remind you that a fake is a fake. You must not buy it back to fool people who don't know how to do it." Boss Ma said with a smile.

Wang Gang smiled and said: "It's really hard to tell whether this is true or false!"

Boss Ma's smile froze, and he quickly recovered and said to Old Liu: "Old Liu, I want to remind you that selling fake paintings is illegal."

"It's illegal to sell a fake when it's real. If both the buyer and the seller know it's fake, it's not illegal." Wang Gang said proudly.

Boss Ma's face turned dark.

At this time, Fang Yifan and Lin Lei'er were still confused, but Tong Wenjie had a thoughtful look on her face.

Old Liu hugged the painting tightly, looking at Boss Ma for a while, and then at Wang Gang, completely lost in thought.No matter how stupid he was, he realized at this time that his paintings should be worth some money.

"Do you want to buy my paintings or not?" Old Man Liu said to Wang Gang and Boss Ma.

"One hundred thousand, no more." Wang Gang immediately quoted the price.

"For the sake of getting acquainted, I'll pay 15." Boss Ma said solemnly.

Old Man Liu calmed down and raised two fingers, which soon became three.

"30, not even a cent less."

Wang Gang and Boss Ma hesitated at the same time.

When Old Man Liu saw that the two of them were silent at the same time, he became panicked again.

After a long time, Boss Ma breathed a sigh of relief and said something ambiguous to Wang Gang.

“The risk of 30 yuan is too great, so I’ll let it go.”

Wang Gang looked at Tong Wenjie and thought about it for a while: "20, is that okay?"

These words were spoken not only to Tong Wenjie but also to Old Man Liu.

Tong Wenjie frowned, thought for a few seconds, and nodded slightly.

Wang Gang looked at Old Man Liu again and said, "The most I can offer is 20."

Old man Liu held the painting and looked at Boss Ma again.

"Can you give me more?"

Boss Ma smiled and said: "A gentleman does not take away people's love."

Old man Liu lowered his head and sighed: "20, just 20!"

Wang Gang showed a smile on his face and said: "I will go to the bank to withdraw money immediately. We will hand over the money with one hand and the painting with the other."

Old Man Liu agreed and put the painting back into the box.

Wang Gang asked Tong Wenjie to wait in the store while he went to the bank to withdraw 20 in cash.

Old Liu's hands were shaking when he took the money and handed the painting to Wang Gang.

"Tell me the truth, is this painting true or false?" Old Man Liu said unwillingly.

"The painting is fake. You should have checked it with other appraisal agencies!"

Old Man Liu let go of the painting, nodded silently, and asked puzzledly: "You spent 20 yuan to buy a fake painting. What is it about?"

Wang Gang glanced at Boss Ma beside him and said, "I just like it."

Old man Liu gave up and left the store with 20 yuan.

After everyone left, Boss Ma said to Wang Gang: "I hope you won't suffer a loss in this transaction."

Wang Gang smiled confidently and said: "If you suffer a loss, you will suffer a loss! It's just 20."

Boss Ma laughed and said: "What a courage. This is my business card. If you really make money, I have channels."

"I don't plan to sell." Wang Gang pushed away Boss Ma's business card.

"Then can we exchange phone numbers? We can communicate again when we have the opportunity."

This time Wang Gang did not refuse.

Tong Wenjie and the two younger ones were filled with questions as they watched Wang Gang and Boss Ma play riddles.
Wang Gang left the Treasure Pavilion with the painting and returned home with his wife and children.

As soon as she got home, Tong Wenjie couldn't help but ask: "Is this painting true or false?"

Wang Gang asked the two children to clean up the dining table and make room for paintings.

"The painting is indeed fake, but it's hard to say whether it's real or not!" Wang Gang pretended to be mysterious.

Tong Wenjie said anxiously: "What on earth do you mean? The more I listen, the more confused I become."

Wang Gang laid the painting flat on the dining table and said: "In ancient times, there was a technique called double-xuan method, which is a piece of paper divided into two layers."

"I know that a movie was released some time ago about counterfeit banknotes, and the double propaganda method was mentioned in it. It seems that the rice paper used for drawing is relatively thick, and two identical authentic paintings can be separated from it." Fang Yifan showed off. road.

"Yes, the double propaganda method is a well-known method of counterfeiting. However, after the country was in turmoil at the end of the Qing Dynasty, some collectors, in order to preserve the good things of their ancestors and prevent them from being lost overseas, got inspiration from the double propaganda method and put a layer of fake ones on top of the real paintings. Painting, confusing the real with the fake.”

Tong Wenjie reacted and exclaimed: "You mean there is something real underneath this fake painting?"

Wang Gang said solemnly: "It's hard to say. Nowadays, some people specifically use this method to deceive knowledgeable people. So it's hard to say whether there is a real painting underneath the fake painting, so that boss Ma just didn't want to take the risk."

Fang Yifan smiled and said: "It's like opening a blind box! No one will know whether the fake painting is real or not unless the fake painting is uncovered."