Wen Yiming continued: "Not only is the quality of the ink not high, I can also conclude that it should come from the south and the Yangtze River Basin!"

"Really or not?"

"Can you tell it all?"

“What is the evidence?”

Several people were shocked and looked at the young man in a hurry. What evidence is there to say so convincingly?

"There are two types of ink paste. The first type is pure red ink paste. It is made of fine powder of cinnabar and moxa silk, oil, etc. When floating, it is made of. Usually, tens of kilograms of cinnabar ore can only float one kilogram of red ink paste, so the price of red ink paste is usually higher than the second type of cinnabar ink paste."

"The ink is slightly red and yellow, like the color of ripe orange peel, which is very elegant. In addition to pure cinnabar and pure vermilion, different raw materials are added to cinnabar or vermilion, and their color, elasticity and toughness are also different, including Zhenquan, Guanming, Charm, Tongming, Yuanquan, etc.."

Wen Yiming said firmly: "By the smell, I can determine that the raw materials used in this ink are definitely not in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, at most, it is the Republic of China. Just imagine how a person in the middle of the Qing Dynasty could use things from later generations and Republic of China?"

"Wonderful!"

Ling Tiancheng suddenly applauded, took out a report, and handed it to Mr. Ding: "Look at it, this is the appraisal report just released, proving that Yiming is completely correct!"

The three old men quickly took the report and finished reading it quickly. They looked up at the young man in front of them, and immediately looked at him with admiration!

"The report has scientific identification of ink ingredients, and it is proved that the period is between 50 and 80 years, that is, between 1930 and 1950. It cannot reach the Qing Dynasty at all, so it is 100% high imitation!"

Ling Tiancheng glanced at Zheng Banqiao on the table and concluded: "Even if the brushwork is sophisticated and the charm is similar, it is still a high-quality imitation and fake product!"

He said this very easily. The thing did not belong to his own auction house, but to his opponent's goods. Now it proved to be a fake, Ling Tiancheng thought to himself: "Fatty, you are unlucky this time, and you actually sold it to Hu Jianmin? Let's see how you die!"

"Ah, since ancient times, heroes have been young!"

Mr. Ding put down the report, looked at Wen Yiming and sighed: "My friend Wen is indeed skilled, I admire him!"

Wen Yiming quickly said modestly: "I dare not, I dare not! The few of them are senior masters, but the younger ones just have some understanding of ink and know nothing about calligraphy. This time, the blind cat met a dead mouse, which is not worth mentioning!"

The three old men nodded frequently, and their impression of Wen Yiming was better. The identification results were already released, and the atmosphere became relaxed. Several people sat down and had tea and chatted.

Mr. Zhang held the book and exclaimed: "I have never seen such imitations of this level. If there were no flaws in the ink, it would have been enough to be true in my opinion!"

Mr. Hu agreed: "It is definitely from the hands of the masters of calligraphy! It may be copying ancient people, or it may be a game work. In short, his skills are so profound that even we old guys are fooled!"

Everyone agrees deeply that Fatty Fei is also a veteran expert. He dares to sell it to Hu Jianmin because he has been carefully considered and is sure of the authenticity of the book. Otherwise, who is Hu Jianmin? He can't afford to take advantage of the fat man!

In fact, as long as the news spreads, Fatty Fei will not be able to make it in the Zhongzhou antique circle! Antiques rely entirely on their eyesight. Customers spend a lot of money to buy your things for authenticity. Now even you are eye-catching. Millions of things are fake, and ghosts will believe you in the future!

"1940? Could it be..."

Mr. Ding didn't say anything, thoughtfully, suddenly stood up, took out a piece of information, and said in a deep voice: "I have a speculation that this volume of calligraphy is not simple!"

"Oh? What do you think?"

Ling Tiancheng straightened his body, and Mr. Ding was very good at his high level. Before the report came out, he was the only one who hesitated about Zheng Banqiao. But he couldn't tell the specific problem for the time being. Just based on his years of intuition, he judged something wrong!

This is enough to prove that the other party has a profound vision. In fact, it is difficult to identify theories. Various schools, countless theories, and many different opinions cannot explain the tricks clearly.

It can be said that it is simple and simple. The master relies on a kind of intuition! Mr. Wu Hufan, the master of appraisal, was known as Wu Yiyan in the circle!

The old man looked at calligraphy and paintings, and it was enough to see it!

His disciple Mr. Xu Bangda is the master of calligraphy and painting appraisal of the Forbidden City, and is known as Xu Sanchuang! When calligraphy and painting come to the front, open Sanchuang, and the real and fake are debated!

The master relies on the intuition that has been tempered by years of experience. If you can speak real things yourself, you can tell at a glance that this is the highest level of antique identification.

Only understand it, not speak it out!

Wen Yiming was also curious to look at Mr. Ding, hoping to know what inside information? The old man whispered two words: "Tan Jing!"

"What?"

"Is it Tan Jingfen?"

A sentence caused a thousand waves. Apart from Wen Yiming, the remaining few people were solemnly shocked. Ling Tiancheng stood up and exclaimed incredibly: "Old Ding, are you sure?"

"Nine out of ten!"

Mr. Ding picked up the hand scroll again and said seriously: "Zheng Banqiao is a master of calligraphy. He has set up his own business with a unique style. There are many people who copied it in later generations, including many famous artists."

"Wen Xiaoyou inferred from the ink that this work was from the Republic of China, and the period determined by the scientific report reminded me of a person, that is Tan Jing!"

"Yes, yes, it's Tan Fang! Only Tan Fang has such skills!"

"I agree, it's probably Tan Jing's imitation!"

Mr. Zhang and Mr. Hu suddenly realized and agreed. Ling Tiancheng nodded, looked at Wen Yiming's confused expression next to him, smiled and picked up the information on the table, handed it to him, "You can take a look at it yourself."

Wen Yiming opened the information, Tan Jing, whose name is He'an, and his name is Quzhai. His ancestors were one of the famous thirteen corporations in Guangzhou. He mainly engaged in overseas trade and operated for decades, becoming a famous rich man in Shanghai.

From 1939 to 1949, in just 10 years, Tan Jing grew from a new business expert to a collector of Shitan. He was comparable to old collectors such as Pang Laichen, Wu Hufan, and Zhang Heng, and collected many historical works.

There are three reasons: First, due to constant wars and social turmoil, collectors began to ship continuously for their livelihoods; second, Tan Jing's business was smooth and he was rich; third, he received great help from Mr. Zhang Heng in modern collections, and gained his eyes. Influenced by Zhang Heng, Tan Jing's collection also focused on calligraphy and paintings in the Song and Yuan dynasties.
Chapter completed!