Vol 10 Chapter 1353: Tang Yin Juebi

He does not care who the author of this painting is, whether the person who painted this painting is famous or not, as long as it is not painted by Tang Yin, the painting is worthless.
Because no one pays for a painting of which the author is uncertain, even if he painted really well.
"Professor Qin, it seems that you have to be disappointed..." Lin Tian squinted his eyes and looked at Qin Luo with a playful look: "This painting may not exceed 2 million."
2 million?
In response, Qin Luo could only smile faintly.
"I said that 2 million is just a fraction of this painting." After leaving this sentence, Qin Luo turned to look at Li Tai: "Lao Li, I wonder if you have heard an allusion about Tang Yin."
Tang Yin's allusion?
Li Tai frowned slightly, Tang Yin diverted suave, and there was a lot of lace news. He didn't know which Qin Luo was talking about.
"Which one did Professor Qin say?"
"Everyone knows that Tang Yin is talented, but few people know that his old age was quite miserable." Qin Luo said: "Tang Bohu's life in his later years was difficult and frail. The only thing he could control was the creation of calligraphy and painting. The picture is his work during his later years of illness."
"It might even be his masterpiece!"
Absolutely...extremely pen!
When this remark came out, the audience was shocked.
Most of the participants in this auction are people who are interested in antique collections, and they know the meaning of outstanding writing.
This may be Tang Bohu's last painting.
If this is true, its value may have to be doubled.
"There is no proof, Professor Qin can really brag." Lin Tian sneered.
"Do you want evidence?" Qin Luo glanced at him lightly.
"Of course." Lin Tian laughed playfully.
"Then I will give you proof!"
While talking, Qin Luo walked to the drawing table and pointed his right hand to the faint red in the lower right corner of the scroll.
"Lao Li just asked what this is, now I'll tell you the answer." Qin Luo sonorously said: "The red here is not paint, but blood!"
"If it doesn't work, you can scrape it off and send it to the laboratory!"
"Haha, even if it's bloody, how can it be? This doesn't mean that this is Tang Yin's masterpiece." Lin Tian sneered and said, "Professor Qin, you've gotten into the corner."
Horny?
Qin Luo sneered and said, "I know you don't believe it, but there is another proof."
Qin Luo put on his gloves and jerked the scroll so that the back was facing upwards.
In the lower left corner, a seven-character ancient poem appeared in front of everyone.
"It doesn't matter if you are out in the sun, and you die in the underworld."
"Yangjian Difu has similarities, only when drifting in a foreign land."
Dying Poem-Zi Wei.
The writing is not good, and even a bit ugly, but from the lines between the lines, you can still feel the traces of struggling.
Quiet!
Deathly quiet.
Everyone's eyes widened when this poem came out.
If the blood before it can be explained, what about this "dying poem" now?
Everyone knows that dying poems will only be written before they are about to die.
In all likelihood, this painting is Tang Yin's outstanding work!
"Why, Tang Yin wants to write the poem on the back of the picture scroll, this is not in line with his style at all." Lin Tian clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
"No, you are wrong, this is Tang Yin's style." Before Qin Luo could speak, Li Tai had already answered first.
"Old Li!"
Li Tai smiled and shook his head.