Fang Zhou looked at the young man on the stage. When he tore up the scroll, he felt like a drowning man who was suddenly pulled to the shore. Everything suddenly became beautiful.
At this moment, Fang Zhou suddenly understood the other party's intention. He stood up and looked at the stage, "You spent five million to buy a replica. The purpose is to make me feel better and cooperate with you?"
Zhang Xuan stretched out a finger, "There are two points in total. You are right about one point. I tore up this painting to make you feel better. I know how uncomfortable it is for a collector to be caught in the dilemma of authenticity. I want to use this method to exchange for an opportunity for us to cooperate."
Fang Zhou smiled, "You said there are two points. I am right about the first point. What about the second point?"
Zhang Xuan curled his lips, stared at Fang Zhou with a sharp gaze, "Who told you that this painting is fake?"
"What! You!" Fang Zhou showed a look of horror on his face.
Zhang Xuan walked off the stage and stood in front of Fang Zhou, "The painting in my hand is an authentic one, and the one in your house is also an authentic one."
"Hahaha, what a joke!" Song Tao, who was sitting not far from Fang Zhou, laughed out loud, "According to what you mean, Master Yan of the Tang Dynasty painted two winter plums, and both have been passed down to the present?"
Zhang Xuan glared at Song Tao, "Don't be so arrogant and make people laugh at your ignorance."
Song Tao was stunned by Zhang Xuan's words, and then his face was full of anger. He was a son-in-law of the Lin family, and he dared to say that to me?
"I'm ignorant? Okay, I want to hear you tell me how I'm ignorant. If you say both paintings are authentic, then you're not ignorant?"
"Xuan paper." Zhang Xuan raised the shredded paper in his hand. "Anyone who knows Chinese painting knows that Xuan paper is divided into three types: raw Xuan paper, cooked Xuan paper, and semi-cooked Xuan paper. There are also sandwiched Xuan paper, two-layered Xuan paper, and three-layered Xuan paper. If you soak the sandwiched Xuan paper in water and slowly separate it, you can split a piece of Xuan paper into two. Master Yan, a master painter in the Tang Dynasty, said that he could see through the back of the paper. Even if you split a piece of paper into two, the paintings he made with his brushstrokes can be clearly printed on the second layer of Xuan paper. So, both paintings are Authentic, Mr. Fang, if I'm not mistaken, the paper color of the winter plum painting in your home is seriously yellowed, but the ink color is a bit darker than this one, right? "
Fang Zhou thought for two seconds and nodded, "Indeed, the ink color of the winter plum painting in my home is much darker than this one."
"That's because the one in your home is a single layer, while this one is a sandwich."
"Pretending!" Song Tao snorted coldly, "There are so many famous paintings in the world, this is the first time I've heard of this statement!"
"So you are ignorant." Zhang Xuan looked at Song Tao with disdain. How could he not see that this man was a troublemaker.
"Bullshit! I think this is just an excuse you made for yourself! Mr. Fang, don't believe him!"
Fang Zhou's face was puzzled, and he didn't know whether he should believe this Zhang Xuan.
"Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang, you are really here, I hope I'm not too late!" A slightly old voice suddenly sounded.
Following the voice, the owner of the voice was an old man with gray hair.
"Master Sun?" Fang Zhou saw the old man and was quite surprised. "Master Sun, aren't you in the capital? Why did you come to Yinzhou?"
"Hey, it's all because of a painting. Do you still remember that winter plum painting? Three years ago, I appraised a painting and you bought it. Some time ago, I appraised it again. At that time, I thought that you were going to sell the painting, but after thinking carefully, that painting was a little different from the one you bought at the beginning, so I came here. I wonder if I can meet the buyer and explain it to him."
"What to explain?" Fang Zhou asked.
"To explain, there are two winter plum paintings in the world. The paper of the winter plum painting is Xuan paper, which can be split into two by water. The ancient Master Yan was so strong that the back of the paper was penetrated. When the Xuan paper was split into two, there were two winter plum paintings in the world, one with thick color and one with light color, but they are both authentic!" What Master Sun said was exactly the same as what Zhang Xuan said just now.
"This!" Fang Zhou opened his mouth and looked at Zhang Xuan.
"There is still a winter plum in the world, and it is unique in Mr. Fang's hands." Zhang Xuan loosened his clenched fist.
The pieces of winter plum slowly fell from Zhang Xuan's hands to the ground. As these pieces of paper fell, the smile on Fang Zhou's face became more and more obvious.
As for Song Tao, his face was so ugly, so ugly that he felt that he had become a clown again, a green leaf against the red flower.
"Hahaha, Mr. Zhang, I have to say that your approach really makes me feel much better. For a businessman like me who only looks at short-term gains, I can see the benefits without looking." Fang Zhou patted Zhang Xuan's shoulder with approval, and then looked at Sylvia Lin, "Mr. Lin, your husband has already shown me the short-term profits of this cooperation. Next, let's talk about long-term profits." Sylvia Lin's beautiful pupils showed a gleam of brilliance, "Thank you, Mr. Fang." "Why thank me? I can only say that you two are really amazing, amazing, hahaha!" Fang Zhou gave a thumbs up. Sylvia Lin was delighted. This joy was partly because she had reached a preliminary cooperation with Fang Zhou, and more because Zhang Xuan really solved this matter! After leaving the exhibition, Milan left first because he had something else to do. On the way home, only Zhang Xuan and Sylvia Lin were there. Sylvia Lin drove the car, and Zhang Xuan sat in the co-pilot. "How do you know these things about Chinese paintings?" Sylvia Lin glanced at Henry Zhang and continued driving.
"I..." Henry Zhang raised his phone and was about to speak.
"Don't tell me you checked it. There are not so many things on the Internet for you to check. And you can determine which one is the original based on the information you found on the Internet. How dare you take the initiative to buy it for 5 million and then tear it up?" Sylvia Lin raised her eyebrows.
"Hehe." Henry Zhang laughed dryly, "Boss Lin, you found it. It's not me who checked it. When I came here before, I accidentally heard that Master Sun mentioned that there are two winter plums in the world, and I wrote it down."
"So that's how it is." Sylvia nodded and looked at Henry Zhang approvingly, "It seems that your observation and memory are pretty good."
"Thank you, Mr. Lin, for the compliment." Henry Zhang nodded, feeling happy. No matter how well a man does things, he just wants to get the approval of his woman.
The car drove to Saishang Water Village. This was the first time that Sylvia Lin sent Henry Zhang home. After Henry Zhang got off the car, Sylvia Lin rushed to the company and began to formulate a cooperation plan with Fang Zhou.