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As for why the Holy Cemetery Cup has such a magical effect, neither Wang Guan nor Gao De can be said.

Unable to find out the reason, Gao Dequan simply said: "Let's go and ask Mr. Qian. Don't worry about whether it is principled or not, let me drink two more cups of fragrant tea..."

Such magical things are rare if you can drink the water without tea. Moreover, Gao Dequan could also expect that the thing would probably be taken to the capital by Wang Guan in a few days, so he took advantage of the fact that the building was close to the water and enjoy it first.

Not long after, my parents who were walking home and were amazed when they saw this Holy Tea Cup. Especially my mother, she didn't believe that the thing was the one before, and suspected that Wang Guan bought a new cup to deceive her in order to avoid the crime of wasting tea.

Wang Guan was both ridiculous and whispered. Fortunately, Gao Dequan was helping to explain, so his mother was half-believing and half-doubting.

However, after tasting the fragrant tea brewed from the Holy Tea Cup, my mother also felt it was very magical, and the mother, who had not liked to drink tea, held the cup and drank it carefully every day in the next few days.

A few days later, Master Liu had already cast a bell and notified Wang Guan to come and collect it.

Before he knew it, it had been a month, and time passed so quickly. Wang Guan sighed a little, so he packed his luggage and bid farewell to his parents. He was not in a hurry to get the clock, but went to the provincial capital to ask for the Red Cliffs before and after Su Dongpo.

The world is now in the hands of Mr. Tian, ​​which caused a sensation during the exhibition in Huangzhou. The exhibition period, which was originally only three days, was extended to seven days at once. It attracts tourists from all over the world to visit every day, and there are also experts, scholars, antiques and merchants. Many people think that the authenticity of this scroll is undoubtedly the original after careful research.

Of course, there were also a small number of people who were unconventional. They thought it was a fake, and listed some so-called evidence, and then fought against those who thought it was a genuine work. For a moment, the newspapers and magazines were filled with smoke and war.

After hearing about this situation, Wang Guan was not surprised and laughed it off. After all, when the news of Jiao Weiqin's appearance was announced, it caused a lot of controversy. Even now, some people still think Jiao Weiqin is fake.

Moreover, Wang Guan also thinks this is not a bad thing. After all, the more he argues, the more he becomes clearer. As long as it is not unreasonable, attracts attention and strives to gain the upper hand, he welcomes all doubts. Anyway, he doesn't need to take action, so naturally someone will refute it.

This is the case. With the debate of Chi Laotian and others, the controversy over the front and back Chibi long scrolls became less and less, especially after the exhibition, the doubts almost disappeared. Although there were sporadic sounds, no one paid attention to them. It is estimated that they would find it boring not long after, and they would naturally disappear. Everything was calm.

However, at the end of the exhibition, Mr. Tian encountered some trouble when he was taking the long scroll back according to Wang Guan's request. The museums in Huangzhou, including local government departments, all hoped that the things could be kept in Huangzhou, and even hoped to receive free donations. If they really didn't work, they could spend money to buy them...

Everything was expected by Wang Guan, so he escaped early and asked Mr. Tian to help clean up the mess.

By the way, Mr. Tian is not a vegetarian, and insists on taking away the things. Even Mr. Xing is useless to plead with him. Others have no choice but to watch Mr. Tian leave with his things.

It is said that after he came back, Mr. Tian hung the things at the Collectors Association for exhibition for a period of time, which also caused a small response. He took them home and admired them for about seven or eight days.

It was not until Wang Guan came to ask for it now that Mr. Tian reluctantly returned the things to the original owner.

"Old Tian, ​​don't be so frustrated." Wang Guan smiled and comforted: "I took the things over to him and looked at him at the request of Mr. Qian. I will bring the things back. If you want to watch things in the future, you can come to me at any time."

"You are a young man, you have no idea. You run around all year round, where can you find someone?" Mr. Tian despised him, but he felt much more relaxed.

Wang Guan also took the opportunity to say a few pleasing words, and then left with the things amid the laughter and scolding of Mr. Tian. Then after a while, he went straight to the home of Mr. Liu, the master of Master Liu in Hukou.

At this time, the Buddha bell had been cast and hung in the courtyard. Wang Guan looked carefully and saw that the huge Buddha bell was bronze in color. The brighter color on the surface should have been processed by special means, and it looked introverted and full of ancient and clumsy atmosphere, as if it was an antique that had been passed down for hundreds of years.

In addition, the bell body is completely as required and cast very simply, without any fancy patterns. It is just a circle of simple Sanskrit engraved on the edge of the bell lips. It is such a simple and unmodified Buddha bell, but it gives people a magnificent, solemn and thick feeling.

"Okay, that's great. The master took action, it's true that it's different." Wang Guan looked around for a moment, immediately gave a thumbs up and praised him.

"You're too rewarded." Old Master Liu waved his hand gently, with a look of satisfaction on his face, and then he smiled and said, "Zhicheng, knock on the bell, let him listen to the tone."

"Okay!"

When Liu Zhicheng heard this, he immediately rolled up his sleeves, held the bell and pestle that was thicker than his arm, and then pushed it hard. The bell and pestle immediately hit the Buddha bell, and a wide, loud and slightly crisp sound immediately sounded. Wang Guan stood far away and could clearly feel the long and long sound of the bell without any hoarseness and dullness, which showed that the tone was excellent.

Before this was finished, Liu Zhicheng continued to hit, and did not count deliberately. He just hit him regularly for two or three minutes, and the sounds sounded one after another, forming sound waves in series, endlessly.

Each of these series of sounds was so loud, and there was no noise at all during the period, and there was no harsh feeling. On the contrary, the wide and loud sounds intersected, making Wang Guan feel as if he was in an ancient temple in the deep mountains, and suddenly there was an ethereal and timeless feeling of pleasure.

The inspection was qualified and better than expected, proving that Mr. Qian did not recommend the wrong person. Mr. Liu's craftsmanship was absolutely unspeakable. Of course, Wang Guan would not look for bones in the egg, which was another admiration.

There is no need to repeat the following. After packing the goods, you will immediately find a special logistics company to help with the consignment. Then Wang Guan returned to the city and happened to catch the flight to Beijing.

Not long after, Wang Guan successfully arrived at the first airport and then drove to the mansion gate with a quick look.

"I'm back." Old Qian looked up, put down the book in his hand, and smiled: "I guess the time, you should be here at this time."

"I'm lucky, but I didn't encounter a delay in the plane." Wang Guan smiled. Thinking about the domestic traffic situation, this is really luck.

Mr. Qian smiled and waved, "I heard that you ran to Huangzhou during the period and made the situation so chaotic that it was uneasy. Has the culprit brought over?"

"Take it."

Wang Guan chuckled and said, "It's also my cleverness, otherwise I might not be able to bring things."

"Nonsense." Qian old man shook his head and said, "If you don't want your own things, you can still take them away? Now society is more open-minded, don't think too badly about people's hearts."

Wang Guan was timid, but he felt that it was not that he thought people's hearts were sinister, but that some people's behaviors made people beware of it. You should not have the intention to harm others, but you should not be without the intention to guard against others.

Of course, Wang Guan did not say these bad things, but took out the long scroll of the Red Cliff in his suitcase, spread it apart on the long table next to it, and then turned around and smiled, "Old Qian, the things are here, you can slowly appreciate them."

"Well, you really need to take a good look." Old Qian nodded and said, "It's not only me, but Yi Zhi also yelled to borrow it from you for viewing and studying for a while."

"Okay." Wang Guan smiled and said, "At that time, please help me copy one, and then hang it in Shiyi Pavilion as a signboard."

"This is a bad idea..." Old Qian shook his head gently, then smiled and said, "One is too few. How can you borrow such a precious thing easily? You need at least two or three."

"I understand." Wang Guan deeply agreed.

While talking and laughing, Mr. Qian also took out a row of magnifying glasses, calmed his mind and carefully watched the scroll. After focusing on for more than ten minutes, a smile of praise appeared on his face again, obviously it was confirmed that the thing was undoubtedly the original work.

A professional appraiser will never follow the crowd. You cannot say that it is real and think it will definitely not be fake. An appraiser without a opinion will never go further.

But being too independent is not enough, and this will easily lead to the correct opinions. Therefore, an excellent appraiser can grasp the balance between the two. Not only must he have his own opinions, but he must also fully refer to other people's opinions and finally successfully identify the authenticity of the things.

This is how Mr. Qian is now. Even if he believes in the appraisal of Mr. Tian and others, he still needs to comprehensively judge his own judgment to confirm that the long scroll of Chibi Fu is the original. To put it bluntly, this is also a process of self-learning and improving. For collectors, living until they are old and learning is definitely not empty talk.

The times are progressing. Not only is technology becoming increasingly updated every year, but even the methods of making fakes are constantly evolving. If you feel that your experience is rich enough to deal with all fake tricks, then it is not far from being a slap.

What Wang Guan admires most is Mr. Qian's perseverance that persists in learning every day. Not only Mr. Qian, but almost every big collector is like this, absorbing nutrients at all times to avoid being out of date.
Chapter completed!