super golden hand

Chapter 1106 The Real Qingming Festival
The price of 1000 and [-] million quickly appeared on the screen.

Mr. Gao held the cup nervously. With his financial resources, it would be no problem to add directly to 2000 million, but the auction is not a pure competition of financial resources.

Of course it would be best to get it at a lower price. I only know that those who hit people with high prices are winners, and they will be laughed at when they go back.

1000 two million, temporarily fixed there, Grand began to speak again.

His words were very provocative, within a few seconds, the number on the big screen changed again, this time it was 1000 to 50 million.

Mr. Gao had a bit of disappointment on his face, but he didn't stop, and immediately added another 20 euros.

On the screen, the latest price has been 20, and 30 has been added up until it stops at 580 million.

580 million, this price was finally fixed on it, and finally became the transaction price.

"Mr. Gao, congratulations!"

Mr. Mao was the first to congratulate. This price was directly increased by 480 million from 100 million by Mr. Gao, otherwise we don’t know when we will have to compete again.

"thanks, thanks!"

Mr. Gao laughed and touched the sweat on his forehead. Those who have never participated in the bidding pressure of the big auction would never imagine it. Even if Mr. Gao is always a billionaire, he would be sweating nervously.

Each price increase is 30 million. This is in euros, and it is 300 million in RMB.

A price increase of several million each time is rare in China.

The painting was finally taken down, and Mr. Gao's heart was completely relieved. This big auction was not in vain for him, but this painting made him extremely satisfied.

In China, such paintings are not necessarily available for purchase.

The auction was still going on, and the assistant next to Ge Lang came over with a very long scroll, followed by a long push chair. Seeing this scene, Dean Huang, Lin Lang and the others immediately sat up straight body.

Such a long push chair must display a very long painting, which is rare.

There was a faint feeling in the hearts of the two of them.

Li Yang also sat up straight, and the faces of the three of them were serious, which made Bai Ming, who was about to speak, shut his mouth and looked at them in surprise.

The three of them were all so cautious, and it was the first time I saw them at this big auction, which made Bai Ming swallow back what he wanted to say unnaturally.

Pushing the cart to Ge Lang's side, Ge Lang smiled slightly, and slowly began to say: "The following is a great work, a great work that truly shocked the world. with..."

Following his words, the assistant on the side slowly unfolded the painting.

And Bai Ming, Mr. Gao, Mr. Mao and Mr. Cai all opened their mouths wide and stared blankly at the big screen.

Especially Bai Ming, who shook his head vigorously and looked at Dean Huang.

He wondered if he had heard it wrong, "Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival", isn't this painting hidden in the Forbidden City, why did it appear here?

Could it be that the Forbidden City is too poor to start selling words.

Seeing that Dean Huang's expression was always serious, he turned his head around stiffly. Of course it is impossible for the Forbidden City to steal paintings, and he just thought about it.

At this moment, a close-up of the painting of the long cart has begun to appear on the screen.

The picture scroll unfolded, and a landscape was displayed in front of everyone. Dean Huang's brows twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything, just quietly watching the picture change.

The painting is very long, the assistant unfolded it slowly, and the camera followed. Grand didn't speak at all at this time. He seemed to have been notified in advance, allowing everyone to appreciate the painting slowly.

Behind the mountains and rivers, there is a creek. There is a caravan of camels beside the creek, which looks like the outskirts of the city. These caravans are driving into the city.

Further ahead, there are several small farmyards, which are neatly distributed among a forest, and some trees in the forest have bird nests, which look extremely real.

There is also a wheat threshing field next to the woods, where several stone mills are idle, and there is a sheepfold not far away, and there seems to be chickens and ducks' nests beside the sheepfold.

Just looking at these, it is a quiet pastoral scenery, which is extremely beautiful.

And all those who saw this seemed to have returned to this peaceful land hundreds of years ago.

The picture continued to unfold, and the road suddenly became lively. A procession to greet the bride was slowly moving forward, and the bridegroom officer in the procession was riding a tall horse, looking around beamingly.

He seemed to be saying that today is his day of great joy, and everyone is invited to eat candy.

Seeing this scene, many people had unnatural smiles on their faces, as if infected by his joy.

The painting is still flipping, and then a sedan chair appears, followed by a person carrying fish, which was brought by the natal family, wishing the son-in-law a prosperous year.

The welcoming team walked into the street market, and it became more lively in the back. People from the teahouses and shops on both sides of the street looked at this side one after another, and they all had a sense of envy.

Even the juggler who was performing next to him was staring blankly at the wedding party, wondering what he was thinking there.

The picture has just been displayed here, and this is only a small part of the painting, but it has already stunned everyone.

Grand seemed to feel that the time was slowing down. He nodded slightly to the assistant next to him, and the assistant opened the screen suddenly faster. Dean Huang sat up from the sofa and stared at the screen in a daze.

This painting is very long, if you don't pay attention when you open it, it will easily cause damage.

"Grandpa Huang!"

Dean Huang's actions startled Wang Jiajia who was next to him. He had an illness yesterday, so Wang Jiajia couldn't care less about looking at the screen and looked at him nervously.

"I'm fine!"

Dean Huang swallowed his saliva with difficulty, Lin Lang glanced at him, then turned his head and continued to look at the big screen.

Lin Lang already understood in his heart that Moratti hadn't lied to him, and that this painting might really be real, just by looking at Dean Huang's performance.

Li Yang was still sitting there without moving.

The painting is still unfolding, but before that, he has already seen everything in the painting. He had already activated his special ability when he brought the painting over.

Under the three-dimensional picture, Li Yang could see more clearly and intuitively.

With the long painting silk, everything in the painting is shown in the three-dimensional picture. Before the painting is completely unfolded, he has already seen everything clearly.

The landscape at the beginning, the small seal of Shuanglong after the painting, and the unique thin gold font of Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty, especially the five big characters of "Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival", are particularly conspicuous.

The aperture of the whole painting, as well as the silk copy, are all in line with the Northern Song Dynasty in terms of time.

The most important thing is the simple and natural sense brought by the painting itself. In the three-dimensional picture, this sense is even stronger. Li Yang even feels that he has come to the Song Dynasty and Bianjing.

He seemed to be in this bustling capital city.

This painting, without looking at Dean Huang's expression, Li Yang already understood everything, this is the real one.

The picture unfolded very quickly, and after a while, the whole painting was unfolded. Mr. Mao, Mr. Cai, and Bai Ming also stood up, while Mr. Gao had already walked to the big screen and was staring blankly at it. all of these.

"Why are there only Li Dongyang's inscriptions and postscripts, and the rest are gone? Lu Feichi, where is Jiaqing's seal?"

Teacher Cai suddenly called out. He has been to the Forbidden City and seen the painting in the Forbidden City. This painting has many similarities with that painting, but there are also many differences.

First of all, this painting is complete, with the landscape at the beginning, the small seal of Shuanglong and the signature of Song Huizong at the back.

The difference is that after Li Dongyang, the inscriptions and seals of those later collectors disappeared. Yan Song, Jiaqing and others all disappeared from this painting.

"Without these, is this a fake?"

Mr. Gao came back again, said something in astonishment, and after he finished speaking, he stood there again.

No one answered his words, Bai Ming, Mr. Mao and Teacher Cai all turned their heads to look at Dean Huang, whether this painting is a fake, the most authoritative and convincing one is Dean Huang.

In fact, in terms of painting and calligraphy, Mr. Fang and Mr. Xu in China are the authorities. However, Dean Huang's achievements in calligraphy and painting are not bad, even if they are not as good as them, they are not far behind.

Here, Dean Huang is their authority, especially "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" is the treasure of the Forbidden City.

"It's not a fake, this is the real copy!"

Dean Huang didn't speak, but Lin Lang turned his head and said something slowly. The eyes of several people were all focused on him in an instant.

"Yan Song's postscript and Jiaqing's seal are gone, because the one in the Forbidden City is a fake that Yan Song got, and the real one was hidden until today, when it really showed up!"

Lin Lang said again slowly, "Bai Ming, Mr. Mao and the others' eyes widened, but there was a sense of amazement on their faces.

According to legend, in the third year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty, "A Picture of Shanghe During the Qingming Festival" was handed down to Lu Wan.

Lu Wan and his wife liked this painting very much. Even after Lu Wan passed away, his wife hid the painting tightly, and even her own son was not allowed to see it.

Lu Wan's wife had a nephew who knew the existence of this painting, so she flattered her and pleaded repeatedly. In the end, Lu Wan's wife had no choice but to allow him to look at it in her attic, but he was not allowed to bring pen and ink, let alone Tell outsiders.

The lady's nephew is a talented person. After seeing it a few times, he actually memorized the painting completely.

And also copied a very similar painting.

Later, when Yan Song found out about this, he managed to get the painting. According to unofficial rumors, what Yan Song got at that time should be the real painting, but looking at it now, what Yan Song got was still a fake.

It's just that these are unofficial histories, and it is said that the painting was sold by Lu Wan's son short of money, and then Yan Song got it, but no matter what kind of rumors, the painting has been in Yan Song's hands.

Then Yan Song left an inscription on the painting.

Many people know this rumor, including Bai Ming and Mr. Mao. If this painting is really the real one as Lin Lang said, then what Yan Song got must be a fake.

That can also explain why Yan Song and subsequent inscriptions and seals are gone.

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The third update, the time is a little later, but it is finally updated, Xiaoyu is going to bed, and tomorrow is Sunday, just to sleep late.

(End of this chapter)