Chapter 1353
He doesn't care who the author of this painting is, no matter whether the person who painted this painting is as famous as Tang Yinda or not, as long as it is not painted by Tang Yin, this painting is worthless.
Because no one will pay for a painting of an unknown author, even if he paints really well.
"Professor Qin, it seems that you have to be disappointed..." Lin Tian squinted his eyes and looked at Qin Luo playfully: "This painting may not exceed 200 million."
200?
In this regard, Qin Luo could only smile lightly.
"I said, 200 million is just a fraction of this painting." After leaving this sentence, Qin Luo turned to look at Li Tai: "Old Li, I wonder if you have heard an allusion about Tang Yin."
An allusion to Tang Yin?
Li Tai frowned slightly. Tang Yin was suave and suave, and there were a lot of gossip. He didn't know which one Qin Luo was talking about.
"Which one is Professor Qin talking about?"
"Everyone knows that Tang Yin is brilliant, but few people know that his old age is quite miserable." Qin Luo said: "In Tang Bohu's later years, life was hard, weak and sick, and the only thing he could control was painting and calligraphy. The picture is the work when he was suffering from illness in his later years."
"It may even be his last pen!"
Absolutely...absolutely!
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.
Most of the participants in this auction are those who are interested in antique collections, and they know the meaning of the last pen.
This may be Tang Bohu's last painting.
If this is true, its value may have to double.
"It's empty talk, Professor Qin is really good at bragging." Lin Tian sneered.
"You want evidence?" Qin Luo glanced at him lightly.
"Of course." Lin Tian laughed jokingly.
"Then I'll give you the evidence!"
While speaking, Qin Luo walked to the painting table, and pointed his right hand to the faint red in the lower right corner of the scroll.
"Mr. Li just asked what this is, and now I will tell you the answer." Qin Luo said forcefully, "The red here is not paint, but blood!"
"If it doesn't work, you can scrape it off and send it for testing!"
"Hehe, what if it's blood? It doesn't mean that this is Tang Yin's last stroke." Lin Tian sneered and said, "Professor Qin, you are on the edge of your horn."
Horns?
Qin Luo sneered and said, "I know you don't believe it, but there is another evidence."
Putting on his gloves, Qin Luo yanked the scroll so that its back was facing up.
In the lower left corner, an ancient seven-character poem appeared in front of everyone.
"There is an end in the world, so it doesn't matter if you die and return to the underworld."
"Yangjiandifu is similar, only drifting to a foreign land."
Dying poem - Ziwei.
The handwriting is not good, even a little ugly, but between the lines, you can still feel the traces of struggling.
quiet!
Deathly quiet.
As soon as this poem came out, everyone's eyes widened.
If the mouthful of blood before could be explained, but what about the "dying poem" now?
Everyone knows that dying poems are only written before dying.
This painting is most likely Tang Yin's masterpiece!
"Why, Tang Yin wanted to write the poem on the back of the picture scroll, it doesn't suit his style at all." Lin Tian clenched his fist tightly and said through gritted teeth.
"No, you're wrong, this is Tang Yin's style." Before Qin Luo could speak, Li Tai had already answered.
"Elder Li!"
Li Tai smiled and shook his head.