"Yiran, it's not that I don't want to take care of your business, but your paintings are all fake. Quickly return the money to me!"
A middle-aged man stood in an antique shop. His trembling beard showed that the owner was very angry.
Standing in front of him was a lazy young man.
Gu Yiran took a sip of tea and said slowly,"Uncle Li, in the antique business, it's all about the eye. There's no such thing as sending it back, right?”
Uncle Li was speechless.
Uncle Li was a staff member of an auction house in the capital.
This time, he had brought some funds to buy some items for the auction.
Gu Yiran's shop had been in Panjiayuan for many years. When his father was still around, although the shop mainly sold some imitations, there were still some good things.
However, after his father left, Gu Yiran also tried to follow the things his father left behind and enter the antique world.
However, this line was very deep.
Gu Yiran, who had grown up in Panjiayuan and imitation goods, could distinguish some fakes. However, when he met a real counterfeit expert, his eyesight was not worth mentioning.
The good goods in the shop were bought one by one, and the goods that were replenished were all fake.
As time passed, there was only one treasure left in the Thousand Treasures Pavilion. The rest were all fakes.
Gu Yiran didn't plan to sell the remaining treasure.
Firstly, it was his father's favorite painting, and secondly, it was placed in the most eye-catching place in the shop every day.
The customers could see it as soon as they came in and mistakenly thought that there were many good things in this shop.
In fact, other than that painting, everything else was fake.
Uncle Li had fallen for this trick. After buying a painting of Tang Bohu at a high price, he was scolded by the appraiser of the auction house.
He spent so much money to buy such a fake!
"Yiran, you cheated me of 200,000 yuan. It's not 2,000 yuan or 20,000 yuan. The auction house won't let this go.”
Uncle Li tried his best to comfort her.
200,000 yuan was not a small amount anywhere. Gu Yiran was a meager person. If he insisted on taking this money, who knew what would happen?
Gu Yiran thought for a moment and said slowly,"Uncle Li, go back first and come back in a few days. I'll see if I can get you an authentic painting. If it really doesn't work,"
Gu Yiran's gaze fell on the center of the shop. There was an authentic painting of Tang Bohu protected by a glass cover.
To be honest, he didn't want to sell it, but he had no choice.
In life, money can make the world go round. Without money, even the heavens can't save you.
After experiencing so many bloody lessons, Gu Yiran knew that he was not suitable for this line of work, so he sold his father's favorite authentic work.
From now on, he would leave the capital and go to a small place to do business and spend the rest of his life.
Uncle Li's gaze also followed.
Seeing that Gu Yiran actually had the intention to sell that painting.
While he was shocked, there was also a trace of joy spreading in his heart.
He couldn't guarantee the other paintings in the shop, but that painting was definitely real!
When Gu Yiran's father was alive, countless collectors wanted to buy this painting.
It definitely couldn't be fake.
"Then it's settled!" Uncle Li didn't expect to benefit from this misfortune.
He bought a fake painting, but he received a promise that he would earn more.
After Uncle Li left, Gu Yiran stretched and swept the dust off the ground. She stood in front of her father's portrait and kowtowed a few times.
"Father, I'm unfilial. I'm really short of money and have no choice but to sell your favorite thing.”
"Don't worry, when I'm rich, I'll definitely think of a way to buy it back!”
After three bangs.
Gu Yiran also patted the dust off her knees and walked straight to the glass cabinet to take out the words inside.
The moment Gu Yiran's hand touched the painting.
He was stunned.
A panel appeared in front of him. It was a virtual screen, just like in science fiction movies.
"Analyzing the technique in the painting, current 1%"
"Current 5%"
"Currently 13%."
By the time Gu Yiran came back to her senses, the analysis was almost over.
"What is this?" Gu Yiran wondered if she had eaten too much chicken and was hallucinating.
He removed his hand from the painting.
The analysis process on the illusory screen in front of him stopped.
It was not fake.
There was really something very strange.
Gu Yiran was convinced. He touched the painting again and quickly continued the analysis process.
"Currently 97%."
"The analysis is complete. The host has obtained Tang Bohu's drawing skills!”
At this moment, Gu Yiran's vision turned black. It was as if she had traveled through time and saw many unbelievable scenes.
He saw a young man who had an extremely high talent in painting.
Even famous painters would fight to take him in as a disciple.
Under the guidance of the great painter, the young man's talent in painting and calligraphy grew day by day, and he gradually became arrogant.
In order to teach him a lesson, the great painter had personally drawn two windows on the wall. They were lifelike. If Gu Yiran had not witnessed all of this, she would have thought that there were two windows.
Seeing this, Gu Yiran understood.
What he saw and experienced was the story of the great ancient painter, Tang Bohu!
Tang Bohu was so arrogant and conceited when he was young.
Even after becoming the disciple of the great painter Shen Zhou, he did not change this.
In order to let him know that there was always someone better, Shen Zhou had specially drawn two windows for Tang Bohu to open.
In the end, Tang Bohu did not realize that the two windows were painted by Shen Zhou.
By the time he understood, he also understood his teacher's good intentions. From then on, he studied seriously and was no longer arrogant. He finally became a famous person of his generation.
At the same time, images flashed through Gu Yiran's mind.
Those were all Tang Bohu's experiences when he started learning painting from a young age.
At this moment, it was as if he had experienced these things as well. All of Tang Bohu's painting techniques were instilled into his mind.
After a long time, Gu Yiran's eyes gradually lit up.
The moment he opened his eyes, he looked around and realized that he was still in the modern world. He heaved a sigh of relief.
wait
Tang Bohu's drawing skills?
Gu Yiran was stunned for a moment. She realized that although nothing ridiculous had happened, what the system had said was true.
He had truly learned all of Tang Bohu's painting techniques!
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