"Uncle Zhang, this is an ancient painting, and the paper he used is oil-based cotton paper. Logically speaking, the ink of a painting that has been stored for more than ten years should have been completely absorbed, so it's impossible for it to emit an ink smell.”Ye Fan deliberately placed his hand on the painting and fanned it, letting the ink smell dissipate.
"So, this painting is fake? Li Luo showed it to me last year, and the year before that, it was confirmed to be authentic. How could this be?”Zhang Qunfu's expression was incredulous, but what Ye Fan said was indeed the truth. This scroll should not have such a thick ink smell.
Zhang Qingqing placed her hand on Zhang Qunfu's back and said softly,""Dad, don't be anxious. Maybe this painting is really damp?”
Zhang Qunfu waved his hand dispiritedly. His expression was also a little lonely. He knew that what Ye Fan said was true. He had originally ignored Mo Wei, but Ye Fan's reminder just now had the effect of waking him up from his dream.
"Uncle Li, if I'm not wrong, you've only had this painting for at most three years, right?”Ye Fan suddenly asked.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Qunfu subconsciously raised his head and said,"How did you know?"
He had collected this painting three years ago. Ever since he had gotten this painting, Zhang Qunfu had been playing with it all day long. He had made countless antique collectors envious. If it weren't for his title as the chief of the Cultural Relics Police Department, someone would have snatched it from him.
"Actually, it's not that Uncle Li couldn't tell that this painting was fake, but the other party's forgery technique was too realistic. When you first bought this painting, it should have been created by the forger. After all, this painting isn't the real thing, so the forger used a special method to make it very close to the real thing, to the point where it was passed off as the real thing.”
"If I'm not mistaken, the person who created this painting must have done it alone. Because of the time constraints, he only created a few copies and did not make any other changes after achieving a high imitation effect. That's why this painting has a incubation period. Once the incubation period is over, the smell of ink will be emitted.”Ye Fan pointed out the profundity.
Zhang Qunfu was also enlightened. No wonder he had never asked about the smell of ink before. He had only started to smell the faint smell of ink in recent months. At first, he thought it was because of the dampness.
"Actually, Uncle Zhang, you don't have to be depressed. Although the smell of ink on this painting is very strong now, it will fade in a few years. At that time, you might be able to earn a lot of money when you sell it to make up for your losses.”Ye Fan comforted her.
Hearing Ye Fan's comfort, Zhang Qunfu did not know whether to laugh or cry. In fact, he did not spend much money when he bought this painting back then.
As for what he had told Ye Fan just now, he had only asked for face by spending a large sum of money to sell it at the Auction House.
"Forget it. Who asked me to buy things from that person at a cheap price? Everyone knows that the things that person bought are most likely fake.”Zhang Qunfu comforted himself in his heart.
Anyway, Jiang Ziya was fishing, and whoever was willing to take the bait had been blinded by greed. Even if he was the leader of this game, he could not do anything to the person who bought her painting.
"Sigh, this person is old and dejected when he encounters something.”Zhang Qunfu quickly recovered from his disappointment and laughed at himself.
After chatting with Zhang Qunfu for a while, Ye Fan felt that there was nothing interesting, so he simply bade farewell and left.
Ye Fan had stayed in Lan Ning City for a long time. When he was at the cultural relics market, he rented a house nearby. He had not been back for nearly a week. He did not know how he was doing now.
As for the Huang Village, Ye Fan did not plan to go back. He had already handed the Nine Dragon Painted Phoenix to Cheng Qingyu for safekeeping. As for the ancient tombs, he had already told Li Luo in detail over the phone.
The area of the house Ye Fan rented was not big. It was only about 70 square meters in total. It had one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen, and one bathroom. It was enough for him to live alone.
After returning to his residence, Ye Fan tidied up his room and took out the belongings he had left behind here from under his bed. The so-called belongings were the treasures that Ye Fan had exchanged these days.
A teapot with a missing mouth and a broken lid, a small cauldron with a missing leg, a cracked jade bead... In short, none of Ye Fan's things were intact.
"Qingqing, what do you think of Ye Fan?”After Ye Fan left, Zhang Qunfu could not help but ask his daughter for her opinion.
Zhang Qingqing thought for a moment and said," My first impression was alright. When he saw me, he wasn't as lecherous as the others. Moreover, he said the same thing as Uncle Li. He was indeed a little too humble, as if he was hiding his strength.”
"Then what do you think of his appraisal ability?”Zhang Qunfu asked again.
Zhang Qingqing didn't think much about this question and said directly,""He really has some skill in appraising treasures. To be able to tell when you sold that painting of mountains and rivers, it seems that other than appraising treasures, he has also studied the counterfeit industry.”
"Right, Dad, how much did you spend on this painting?”When Zhang Qingqing talked about that painting, Ye Fan's appearance unconsciously appeared in her mind.
Hearing his daughter's question, Zhang Qunfu smiled bitterly.""How did I spend money? Isn't this my birthday? That person came uninvited and took this painting of mountains and rivers to exchange for my purple jade teapot.”
"At that time, I was blinded by greed, so I switched with him.”Zhang Qunfu sighed.""Actually, I should have thought about it a long time ago. How could the thing that flowed out from the gap between that person's fingers be the real thing?”
"That person?" Zhang Qingqing looked at her father in confusion.
Zhang Qunfu looked at his daughter and said,""The cultural relics industry specializes in counterfeit goods. Who else can do nothing to him?”
Zhang Qingqing playfully stuck out her tongue."Dad, it looks like you can only suffer in silence this time.”
Zhang Qunfu raised his hand and flicked his daughter's forehead lightly, saying,"Don't make fun of me. Are you free tomorrow? If you have time, ask Ye Fan out for a walk. You young people should interact more.”
"Dad, what are you talking about?" Zhang Qingqing said shyly. She could hear something unusual in Zhang Qunfu's words.
After Ye Fan tidied up his belongings, he carefully put them back under his bed. He had been away from home for a year. Now, all he had were these broken antiques and the 30,000 yuan on him.
"Looks like I have to think of a way to earn some money.”Ye Fan muttered to himself softly. He was not willing to be like this. If he still wanted to take back the brothel, money and power were indispensable.
Money and power were indispensable. However, with Ye Fan's methods, he would first earn enough capital and then start to exchange for antiques to earn the difference.
What made Ye Fan feel troubled now was power. He was just a poor kid without any background who wanted to be associated with the word power. It was very difficult.
"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll sleep first.”Ye Fan pulled the blanket over his body.
"Do you still remember what you said back then?”In his sleep, Ye Fan dreamed of his father again.
"Dad, I remember. I remember everything. I want to take back the brothel and ruin that bastard Jin Daya's reputation.”
"As expected of my son.”
" Xiao Fan, remember that you've only just learned the [Wisdom Eye]. You still have a long way to go before you can master it. Tomorrow, you'll sell your teapot with a missing spout. Remember, remember…"
"Dad, don't go, don't go." Looking at his father's slowly fading figure, Ye Fan cried out in surprise and jumped up from the bed.
Looking at the familiar room, Ye Fan sighed and rubbed his head." Dad, why is this? The first time I dreamed of you, you told me about the Wisdom Eye. This time, you asked me to sell the teapot. Are you alive or are you already…"
After sorting out his thoughts, Ye Fan took out his phone to look at the time and muttered to himself,"Let's go out and buy some food first."
It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when he returned from Zhang Qunfu's place. After taking a nap, he looked at the time and saw that it was time for dinner.
After changing his clothes, Ye Fan went downstairs, thinking about what to eat tonight.
"Ye Fan."
"Someone called me?" Ye Fan had just walked out of the neighborhood when he heard someone calling him. The voice sounded very familiar.
He turned around and saw Su Bingyan running towards him.
Ye Fan, where have you been recently? I went to the antique street and couldn't find you? When Su Bingyan saw Ye Fan, she was obviously very happy.
"Looking for me?" Ye Fan pointed at his nose and asked.
Su Bingyan's face turned red as she hurriedly said,""No, no, I just went to the antique street for an inspection and didn't see you. I thought you left Lanning City.”
Ye Fan chuckled and walked side by side with Su Bingyan."I went to the countryside for a walk two days ago. I felt that it was boring, so I came back.”
"Ye Fan, have you eaten?" Su Bingyan seemed to have asked casually, but from the redness of her ears, it was obvious that she did not ask casually.
Ye Fan rubbed his already starving stomach and said,"I haven't eaten yet. Have you eaten? Why don't we go eat together?"
"I didn't eat either." Su Bingyan smiled sweetly.
Ye Fan and Su Bingyan came to the small restaurant where they had eaten last time and casually ordered a few side dishes and two main dishes. Of course, during the meal, antiques were an indispensable topic for them.
"Ye Fan, did you find anything good in the countryside these few days?”
" I didn't find anything good in the countryside, but when I returned to Lan Ning City at noon, I saw an ancient painting that could pass off as real." Ye Fan deliberately hid the fact that he went to Huang Jia Village.
"Oh, an ancient painting that looks like it's real?" Su Bingyan replied. Is it a painting by that famous artist?"
"Of the Eight Families of Jinling, Gao Cen's Landscape Map is a pity it's fake.”When Ye Fan said this, his tone was a little disappointed."Do you know a lot about the Eight Families of Jinling?”When Ye Fan mentioned the eight families of Jinling, he saw that Su Bingyan's expression had changed a little, so he asked.
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