Ranguang Treasure Mirror

"A Picture of Rising the River During the Qingming Festival" by Zhang Zheduan, a painter of the Northern Song Dynasty, is now collected in the Palace Museum, with a total length of 528.7 cm and a width of 24.8 cm. It records the prosperous economic and social features of Tokyo in the Northern Song Dynasty.

So, when the auctioneer yelled out the fragments of "A Picture of Shanghe on the Qingming Festival", many people wanted to beat him up. Are you kidding me?

Zhou Xiru looked at the fragmented scroll and sighed softly.

"What's wrong?" Xu Zhijie asked in a low voice.

"No, this painting is very good. If it is complete, it is quite valuable for collection." Zhou Xiru smiled, "Unfortunately, a fragment of a scroll, if you look at it, it is still not a partial map of Hongqiao, but a restaurant. Partial view."

"Miss Zhou, do you still know ancient paintings?" Wei Xiangyu laughed.

"Mr. Wei, I am an art student myself, so I naturally know a little bit of painting." Zhou Xiru said with a smile.

"That's right, for a beautiful girl like you, she should learn art, and draw a picture if she has nothing to do, Qinggui!" Wei Xiangyu laughed.

When they were talking, people in the auction hall had already started to leave one after another.

A fragment of a facsimile, none of the bigwigs present was very interested. After all, coming to such an antique exchange meeting with a relationship is aimed at the real thing. I don't know who copied the copy in his hand.

Moreover, this auction hall is dilapidated, and it is summer again. Although mosquito coils are lit, the mosquito bites cannot be stopped. I will not condescend to come to such a place to find myself uncomfortable.

"Ah Ru, let's go too." Tonight, Xu Zhili had already let the mosquitoes bite him countless times, but when he saw Zhou Xiru walking around excitedly, he didn't have the nerve to speak.

This place is dilapidated, old and dirty. Mosquitoes bit him all night. He is going to go back and take a hot bath. He checked the Internet just now. He needs toilet water to deal with mosquitoes and relieve itching. He has already asked Zhao Si to get someone to buy it. .

"Wait." Zhou Xiru stood up and walked towards the auction stage.

"Hello!"

The auctioneer smiled and said, "Miss, do you want to see this painting?"

"En!" Zhou Xiru nodded, she had already put on her white gloves, and reached out to touch them directly.

This painting is also ink and color on silk, with an extremely delicate painting style, scattered perspective composition, and a harmonious and beautiful overall layout.

The system scans the appraisal result——the thing of the Northern Song Dynasty, the authentic product of Zhang Zheduan.

Zhou Xiru rubbed the cold sweat on his head. If this painting is genuine, then—what about the one in the Palace Museum?Although some people have always questioned that the painting in the Palace Museum may be a copy of the Southern Song Dynasty, there is no evidence and the age is similar, so it has always been collected and viewed as the real thing.

"Sir, how are you going to sell this painting?" Zhou Xiru asked.

"This...starts at 100 million euros!" The auctioneer smiled awkwardly.

Thinking about it, he still had the foresight. The owner of the antique exchange this time asked him to use this painting as the opening, and he argued hard!

He was very afraid that this painting would be used as an opening scene. He was beaten to death, and half of the distinguished guests ran away. Look, there are not many people present now.

"How about... 50?" The auctioneer felt guilty, and the girl in front of him looked like she wanted to beat him up.

"Sir, I'm an art student. Specifically, I'm an art student." Zhou Xiru said with a smile, "Look for yourself, everyone is almost gone. Do you still expect an auction?"

"If you're interested, girl, can you talk to me?" the auctioneer sighed.

"This painting is not bad, but everyone present knows that this is a copy, or a broken copy. If it is complete, it will naturally have a certain collection value. After all, it is a good painting." Zhou Xiru laughed.

"Yes!" The auctioneer nodded and said, "Miss, I actually don't understand."

"I'm not fooling you either. This copy is very likely to be a copy of the court of the Qing Dynasty. There is no way around it. There was an arty emperor in that era." Zhou Xiru said with a smile, "15, I will take it, I will go back and study the brushwork of this painting ?”

The auctioneer thought for a while and said, "Miss, wait a moment, let me call and ask?"

"Okay!" Zhou Xiru nodded.

The auctioneer went outside to make a phone call. After a short while, he turned back and said with a smile, "Miss, congratulations. Our boss said that since a beautiful girl wants it, let's pay according to your price."

"Okay!" Zhou Xiru smiled and paid 15. The auction assistant carefully rolled up the painting and put it in a special box for her.

Zhou Xiru was full of joy, hugged the painting, and greeted Xu Zhixuan, Zhuang Cheng and others.

"Miss Zhou, what's the mystery of that painting?" Wei Xiangyu followed up and asked in surprise.

Zhou Xiru glanced at him in surprise, and said with a smile, "Mr. Wei, how do you know that there is something mysterious about this painting?"

"Based on Ms. Zhou's appreciation of antiques, I think it's not a real boutique, and it won't catch your eye." Wei Xiangyu laughed, "Ms. Zhou, tell me."

"Mr. Wei, you can call me Aru." Zhou Xiru smiled.

"Okay then, I'll ask you to call you Aru." Wei Xiangyu smiled, "Today's first painting, you don't look good, do you?"

Zhou Xiru was stunned.

Looking at her expression, Wei Xiangyu knew that he guessed it right.

When he saw Tang Bohu's painting "Zhaojun's Exodus", Wei Xiangyu was determined to win, and he was willing to spend any money. As Zhou Xiru said, that beauty is really beautiful...

However, he didn't know why, after Zhou Xiru appraised it, he didn't like it?

He was a little confused at the time, why?

Later, the young man next to Zhou Xiru did not bid, so he inquired about it from the side. That handsome young man, with his noble appearance, turned out to be the young master of the Yinghuo Dynasty. In other words, he was not someone who could not afford to spend money.

Since he didn't even bid, he naturally gave up.

"I was not sure about that painting, so I gave up." Zhou Xiru said with a smile, "I always see that the brushwork is not right."

"Where is this one in your hand?" Wei Xiangyu asked with a smile.

"Mr. Wei also knows that part of the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" collected by the Palace Museum is missing?" Zhou Xiru laughed. "

Wei Xiangyu was stunned for a moment, and asked: "Is there such a thing?"

"Yeah!" Zhou Xiru nodded, and said, "The missing part can prove its identity from a famous family. If it is lost, it means that it may actually be a copy of the Southern Song Dynasty."

Wei Xiangyu couldn't hide the shock in his heart.

"Ah Ru, what do you mean?" Xu Zhixuan asked in confusion, "What is missing from the Palace Museum's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"?"