C3696 How Could I Possibly be a Fake!
C3696 How Could I Possibly be a Fake!
"Not only did you use a fake to send someone away, you even want to find a lawyer to sue me?!"
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaofann couldn't help but sneer. He shook his finger at Soong Qingming, who was glaring at him, and said.
"Forget it, what you said before was not a lie. Needless to say, you've been fooled by others. You've been fooled by Great Wei De Auction House!"
At this point, Zhang Xiaofann smiled coldly. The meaning that he wanted to express could not be clearer!
After hearing what Zhang Xiaofann said, Soong Qingming's eyebrows furrowed even more. He frowned and said,
"Mr. Zhang, I admit that your Acupuncture Arts is indeed very profound. "But there's an expert in the art of painting. I think Sister Wanqing should have a better understanding of this antique calligraphy and painting!"
Soong Qingming looked at Su Wanqing beside him and said loudly.
"Sister Wanqing, please stand here and speak a word of justice for us all. Is the letter I am giving you today the real Nalan Hsingde's work or not?!"
Seeing Zhang Xiaofann's serious expression, Su Wanqing couldn't help but mutter to herself. At the same time, she focused her attention back on the "Remembering the Sense of the Southern River and the Double Lin Zen Courtyard" card in her hands …
"My heart is filled with grief, and I have a monk who has yet to die. The wind and the rain wear away life and death, like the old acquaintance only lonely, the situation is unable to wake up. Shake backward, blow clear that just listen. The leaves of the golden well floated in the dark. The first sound of the wind would cause the bell to ring again. It was a beautiful sight to behold.
These few lines of poetry, were indeed Nalan Hsingde's "Remembering the feelings of Jiangnan, Su Shuanglin and Zen Courtyard" words, absolutely not wrong.
In addition, this letter, every word of the priorities are properly grasped, a strong sense of rhythm, with ink dry and dense, like Tiancheng. It's exactly the same as Nalan Ruoruo's style of saying, "Although the brush is dry, it doesn't scatter."
Moreover, this "Remembering the Sensibility of Jiangnan Condominium" letter, every word was exactly what it should be, without any mistakes. The rhythm was extremely strong, using ink to dry and dense, it was completely like Tiancheng.
All of the above and Nalan Hsingde's style of "although dry pen but not scattered", not the slightest difference, no difference!
Su Wanqing, who was explaining her analysis and insights in an orderly manner, couldn't help but use this puzzled expression to look at Zhang Xiaofann. Seeing that the other person was silent, she couldn't help but continue speaking.
"In addition, it's worth mentioning that the material of the paper, or the graphite used to make the brush, is also important. Based on my humble opinion, these two are indeed from the Qing Dynasty's paper and ink, and are not counterfeit products created by modern methods of chemical synthesis."
"So, no matter how I look at it, I don't think that this' Remembering the Sense of the South and the South 'is a fake?!"
Su Wanqing gave her final conclusion after she had carefully thought it through in her heart.
"Pa …" "Pa …" "Pa …"
The moment Su Wanqing finished her sentence, she saw Soong Qingming take the lead to clap. He had a look of admiration on his face as he spoke.
"Sister Wanqing, you are the one who made the decision, of course this is Nalan Hsingde's real work, I have to carefully consider everything that I gave to sister Wanqing before taking it out, how could I possibly do something so mysterious?!"