The ancient painting market is a street. From the outside, it looks like an inconspicuous narrow alley. After walking in, you will find that there is something special. There are stalls and shops. In the stalls and shops, you can find everything from jade, stone, ancient coins, and rare ancient books. But these shopkeepers didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a living, sitting at the door of the shop slowly shaking the fan, very happy to take a break.
Tang Xiaomo is doing business. She stood at the entrance of the antique shop full of ancient charm, surrounded by a wooden frame inlaid with mahogany, and above her head was a door with gold characters on a black background. The colorful braids complement each other, making the other look particularly eye-catching.
In front of the square cabinet stood a man who bought paintings. He was in a suit and leather shoes, with a big belly. He looked like a rich man. He seemed to be wearing a wig to cover up his middle-aged baldness. Tang Xiaomo mysteriously took out a piece of work, and after unfolding it, the other party's eyes were straight.
The two stood in the shadow of an old tree, not far from Tang Xiaomo, and they were not easy to be discovered by her. Xie Lanshan squinted and didn't know the painting, so he approached Shen Liufei and asked, "Whose work is this?"
Shen Liufei glanced at the painting and said lightly: "Wu Changshuo's red plum picture, unfortunately it is imitation, and it is not very clever."
Xie Lanshan asked, "Where is not Gao Ming?"
Shen Liufei replied: "The plum blossoms he painted can almost resemble Wu Changshuo's. The brush strokes are smooth and complete in one go, but if you look at the branches in the lower right corner of this painting, there are obvious traces of changing ink back and forth."
The layman also joined in the fun, not to mention that he didn't notice it, but after a closer look, he did smear an extra stroke. Of course, the man who looked like a boss couldn't see it, he took out a bulging black bag, didn't use his mobile phone, just paid in cash, gave Tang Xiaomo a full five stacks of RMB, and asked her, "I want to give this painting to someone. , can't you see it's imitation?"
Tang Xiaomo clapped her chest, and began to count the money and check the banknotes.
"A fake painting, is this too much?" Xie Lanshan frowned slightly and asked Shen Liufei, "Mr. Shen won't stop me?"
"I'd like to be beaten and be punished. It's profiteers who send the paintings, and corrupt officials who take the paintings. Wouldn't it be great to let them each learn a lesson?" Shen Liufei glanced at Xie Lanshan, "Besides, I'm a painter, not a policeman, so I don't have this persuasion. obligations."
This is not wrong. Xie Lanshan followed Shen Liufei around several nearby shops, and found a boss who was in the imitation painting business to inquire about the situation. Know everything.
The man in Tang Xiaomo's shop took the red plum picture, as if he had taken some great treasure, and walked away with his head held high. The shop owner looked at his back and shrugged his shoulders, tsk tsk, "Wu Changshuo's authentic work should be seven figures if you don't say anything in the filming line. This guy must be trying to give people a flattery, but he is not willing to spend this money."
Xie Lanshan was very curious: "Is it a genuine or a fake, can't you identify it?"
"Gao Ming's fake works can be faked as real, but his picture is not good, so it's worth seven or eight hundred." The shop owner is also a connoisseur who can tell the truth from the fake at a glance, and slaps Shen Liufei, "Mr. Shen is Great painters also study painting and calligraphy collections, and they will understand at a glance.”
Shen Liufei explained Xie Lanshan's doubts: "Nowadays, there are basically two types of imitation paintings, one is to copy and imitate the gourd, and the other is to use high-tech printing technology to directly copy. The former is a test of the artist's skill, but there are One advantage is that you can paint works with the same style as the famous artist but with different content, without the comparison of the original works, it is difficult to be seen through.”
The shop owner nodded his head: "Yes, yes, for example, you imitate Qi Baishi or Wu Changshuo. They have many works, and there are many records in books that have been lost. The rice paper from the late Qing Dynasty is prepared here. Find a painter with a strong foundation who can give them to you. If you draw it on the spot and take it to an auction house, you may not be recognized.”
Shen Liufei continued: "The latter is more accurate, and it is difficult to see the difference without using a magnifying glass, but the premise is that you have to get the original work."
When Shen Liufei spoke, the shop owner nodded and winked meaningfully at Xie Lanshan. His overtone is that he can also find a way, whether it is stolen or counterfeit, he can help you sell it, and even send it to a foreign studio. Xie Lanshan heard that this place provided a one-stop service of counterfeiting, selling and selling counterfeit goods. No wonder Shen Liufei would bring him here to find clues. Now it seems that it is true.
Xie Lanshan still had questions and wanted to ask the store owner. She turned her head and saw Tang Xiaomo came out of her store. She may have been watching the store for others and was about to leave before closing time. Tang Xiaomo also saw Xie Lanshan from a distance, made an exaggerated expression of staring and opening her mouth, and then ran away.
Xie Lanshan grabbed a handful of candies from the fruit plate that the shop owner greeted the guests, and ran after him with his long legs.
Shen Liufei didn't need him to say hello, he also rushed out, blasted the motorcycle engine, and blocked it from the other end of Antique Street.
Tang Xiaomo ran as fast as a frightened rabbit, but the road ahead was blocked by Shen Liufei and his motorcycle, and Xie Lanshan, who was behind, had already caught up.
Xie Lanshan looked at Tang Xiaomo and pulled Tang Xiaomo lightly, but didn't pull her hard. After Tang Xiaomo broke free, he immediately repeated his old tricks and wanted to take off his clothes and shout indecent assault.
Xie Lanshan seemed to have known that the other party was going to sing this play. Before Tang Xiaomo could shout, he stretched his arms and showed his police card to passers-by: "The police handle the case and fight against pornography and illegality."
When passersby saw Tang Xiaomo's colorful hair and disheveled appearance, they were all incited by the stereotype, pouted and shook their heads, believed it, and left.
Tang Xiaomo was very angry: "You call me a lady?!"
Xie Lanshan had a serious expression and said to her, "I just want to ask you to go back and investigate, you must have read the news, "Luoshen Futu" was stolen, and the old collector who brought "Luoshen Futu" back to China also died. "
"If you have evidence to arrest me for stealing, then arrest me, but now people don't carry much cash with them, and they are only detained for 15 days at most," Tang Xiaomo still knew a little about the law. "I'll be out in fifteen days."
"Well," Xie Lanshan nodded, "the theft won't be sentenced for long, but possession of drugs and drug trafficking is different."
Tang Xiaomo was inexplicable: "What do you mean?"
Xie Lanshan pouted at her jacket pocket and smiled: "Look there."
Tang Xiaomo took out her pocket and found a colorful small bag of pills. She was stunned. When Xie Lanshan touched her just now, she unknowingly stuffed this thing into her pocket.
"This weight is about seven years in prison." Xie Lanshan shook his head, took out the handcuffs in his pocket and shook it, "You'd better come with me, or I can only handcuff you and go."
"The police aren't as cunning as you are." So far, she can only be obedient, Tang Xiaomo has no confidence in herself. After all, she does a lot of petty thievery on weekdays, and she is often in the nightclubs of major bars. It is no trivial matter to find a bag of drugs in her pocket.
"If you want to catch a fox, you have to be more like a fox than her." Xie Lanshan shook the handcuffs in his hand again, "Now I'm asking you, the last time you came to report the case, why did you say that "Luo Shen Fu Tu" was your friend It has not yet officially returned to China for exhibition.”
"I saw the picture on the Internet. There is a special imprint on the picture, which was left by me."
Shen Liufei also came over, he heard the conversation between Xie Lanshan and Tang Xiaomo, his face was slightly strange: "What's your friend's name?"
"You don't believe me when I said it. Last time you, Captain Tao, scolded me for reporting a false case and said that I would be detained next time."
"He's the head of a wooden fish. I'm a little more flexible than him. You can talk to me." Xie Lanshan tried to encourage the other party.
Tang Xiaomo hesitated for a while, and finally said, "My grandfather painted that painting of "Luoshen Fu". He used to work as an administrator under Zhang Wenli. He fell off a mountain and disappeared six years ago."
Xie Lanshan and Shen Liufei looked at each other. They were both surprised and incredulous. If what Tang Xiaomo said was true, there must be a lot of involvement behind this case, which is not as simple as they just analyzed.
"I've said everything I know," Tang Xiaomo handed the colorful package of pills in her pocket to Xie Lanshan, stomping her feet as if eager to get rid of the hot potato, "Quickly take your ecstasy pills away!"
Xie Lanshan stared at each other, his face innocent, as if he couldn't understand what she was saying. After about ten seconds of performance comparable to that of an actor, he suddenly laughed, poured out two pills from the bag, raised his hand and raised his head and let them fall into his mouth easily.
Then he widened his smile at the dumbfounded Tang Xiaomo and released electricity: "This is fruit candy."
"You... why are you like this?!" Tang Xiaomo was stunned, looking at Shen Liufei, who was obviously not on his side, and said incoherently, "He... why is he like this?!"
Shen Liufei didn't expect Xie Lanshan to have such a move. After a slight start, the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily. This kid is full of bad water, more slippery than a loach, and more cunning than a fox.
"What's wrong with me, what did I say?" Xie Lanshan was still sullen, educating the other party in a serious manner, "We public security officers are disciplined, how can we cheat and get caught?"
Tang Xiaomo followed Xie Lanshan to the Hanhai Municipal Bureau, and explained everything she knew. She said that her grandfather's name was Tang Zhaozhong, and he was also a painter. Unfortunately, he didn't get along well. He was often sprayed with blood by so-called critics. In the end, not a single painting could be sold. In Grandpa Tang's own words, in this era, cicadas are the most important, and the stakes are the least. The art circle, the cultural circle, the entertainment circle, and the circle circle are like this. People who are good at flattering, hype, and blending have become big winners and real craftsmen. But there was no food to eat.
Later, Tang Zhaozhong was forced to make a living, so he gave up his artistry and applied for a job as an art gallery administrator, and it was at that time that he met Zhang Wenli. At that time, Zhang Wenli was not the executive director of the Crane Art Museum, but the deputy director of the Provincial Academy of Fine Arts Art Museum. Tang Xiaomo said that Zhang Wenli was approachable and had a good relationship with Tang Zhaozhong. She could always see Zhang Wenli chatting with her grandfather when she came home from school.
After Tang Zhaozhong became the administrator of the Art Museum of the Provincial Academy of Fine Arts, he came into contact with a large number of outstanding calligraphy and painting works of his predecessors every day, and he changed from original to copying. , so that everyone can't tell the difference.
Tang Xiaomo said, "The red plum picture of Wu Changshuo you saw was drawn by my grandfather."
Shen Liufei was very polite and direct: "With all due respect, your grandfather's picture of red plum is quite different from the original."
Tang Xiaomo became anxious: "That's what he did on purpose! He was afraid that someone would use his copied paintings to disrupt the market. Every time he copied, he would deliberately reveal one or two mistakes to let others know that it was a fake painting and not the real thing."
Shen Liufei nodded slightly: "No wonder."
No wonder the plum blossom brush in the painting is vigorous and unrestrained, but when it comes to the branches, it seems like a different person. He thought for a while, and frowned slightly: "I seem to have heard your grandfather's name somewhere."
Tang Xiaomo knew that the other party lived in the United States, so she nodded blindly, "Did you have a friend from abroad who bought an oil painting copied by my grandfather? My grandfather also copied oil paintings occasionally. Well, he copied an "Occasionally" "Girl with a Pearl Earring", my face is mine, and I don't wear earrings, anyway, this obvious flaw was deliberately revealed by him."
It doesn't matter where I heard the name, Shen Liufei nodded slightly and continued: "The imitation of calligraphy and painting is roughly divided into four types: copy, copy, imitate, and make. Copy is to cover the original trace with thin paper to describe the painting; The original trace is placed in front of the table, and you can write or draw according to it; the imitation is simply imitating the brushwork structure of the original trace, and there may be no blueprint in front of you; After the museum, I started copying paintings and calligraphy by famous artists, which one is it?”
Xie Lanshan did not understand the way of counterfeiting Chinese paintings and calligraphy for thousands of years, and asked: "Master Tang can't make it. Is it a copy or an imitation? Does it make a difference?"
Shen Liufei said with certainty: "There is a difference. I'm asking you, when your grandfather imitated those famous paintings, did you have the originals in front of you?"
What happened more than ten years ago, when she was still young, Tang Xiaomo tried her best to recall it and exclaimed, "It seems that there is an original work! Once I went to my grandfather's study to play and saw a work on his desk. , he didn't know whether it was a copy or both, anyway, he was very angry when he saw me coming in, he pushed me out and locked the door."
Shen Liufei said lightly: "That's Zhang Wenli's job to ask your grandfather to take home the original relics of famous artists in the museum to copy. You go on."
Tang Xiaomo continued: "My grandfather was very happy at that time and laughed every day. My grandfather is a painting idiot. He really likes painting with his life. He can paint and be recognized for his paintings. It doesn’t matter if you earn money. It’s a pity that the good days don’t last long, and suddenly there was a fire in the Art Museum of the Academy of Fine Arts, and two people were burned to death.”
Tao Longyue interjected: "I have seen this news. It happened seven or eight years ago. It seems that the old electrical equipment in the museum has a short circuit, and the collection is all inflammable materials such as paintings and calligraphy, and it burns at once. , It is a pity that many famous calligraphy and paintings in the collection have been burned."
Tang Xiaomo nodded: "Zhang Wenli resigned for this matter, and my grandfather was also hit hard and locked himself in the house for a long time. One day I heard the two of them quarreling, and my grandfather was very excited and said, 'Two died already. I can't do this anymore!' After that, he went on a trip to relax and never came back. The police told me that he fell down a mountain.
Xie Lanshan pondered: "Zhang Wenli, who took the blame and resigned back then, changed his body and became a respected figure in the art circle. He is quite capable."
Shen Liufei looked at Tang Xiaomo: "Are you sure that the "Luo Shen Fu Tu" you saw on the Internet was drawn by your grandfather?"
Tang Xiaomo nodded heavily: "Sure. There is a smudge on the painting. I was ignorant at the time and accidentally splashed it on. My finger prints all landed on it. And I remember very clearly, before my grandfather fell down the mountain. In two days, only one-fifth of the painting was painted, and after his accident, the painting disappeared."
Xie Lanshan said alertly: "Could it be that Mr. Tang did not fall to his death, but was kidnapped somewhere and forced to finish painting this "Luo Shen Fu Tu", which is enough for Luan Town?"
Shen Liufei said: "If what Miss Tang said is true, then it is very possible. However, what she said is useless. The most important thing now is to get the painting back."
Tang Xiaomo completely confessed that she wandered around the places where tomb robbers and cultural relic dealers came and went all day, just to find out what happened back then, and she did know that recently someone wanted to take some treasures abroad. It was stolen from the museum.
Tao Longyue hurriedly asked, "Where does the cultural relics dealer live, and the police came to ask him to cooperate with the investigation. He can't help but tell me."
"You're stupid," Tang Xiaomo may be naturally incapable of dealing with Captain Tao, and she wanted to choke back when she heard him speak, "You came to the door and said you were a police officer, can they admit that you are a tomb robber?"
Tao Longyue responded quickly, and immediately said: "Then make up the investigation, and slap on the side."
"That's fine!" Tang Xiaomo's eyes lit up, and she shook her head with colorful braids, "I know the place that person frequents, a very secret club."
"That's easy! I pretend to be a buyer, go to the club to negotiate the price with him, and try to get it out of the way. He must know where the robbers are hiding." Tao Longyue slapped his thigh and looked at Tang Xiaomo with bright eyes. , "Little girl, where is the specific address of the club?"
"I won't tell you." Tang Xiaomo looked at Tao Longyue, and then at Xie Lanshan and Shen Liufei, "I said you wouldn't get in."
Xie Lanshan asked her, "Why?"
Tang Xiaomo said, "It's not that I don't cooperate, it's a women's club, only open to women, and those with a handle can't go in."
Tao Longyue reacted for a while before he suddenly realized: "The cultural relic dealer you just said was a woman?!"
Tang Xiaomo nodded as if pounding garlic: "Yes, not only a woman, but also a beautiful woman."
Ding Li, who has been listening all the time, can't sit still. This is a rare opportunity. She didn't come to be a police officer to write reports and check information all day long. What is the difference between this and sitting in an office building? She raised a hand high and asked Ying: "I'm a woman, it's the most suitable for me to go!"
Tao Longyue glanced at Ding Li, and shook his head quickly: "You can't, you haven't turned positive. You are still a civilian worker. Those dealers of cultural relics are too dangerous." Thinking about it, it was embarrassing. Ding Li was the only female police officer in the entire serious crime team.
"The door of the club didn't say 'men and dogs are not allowed'. You really want to go in, but there's a way." Tang Xiaomo's eyes went beyond Tao Longyue and stared directly at Xie Lanshan's face, "But the identity of the police is only a matter of fact. Don't think about it, you can only play PR."
Captain Tao felt that the masculine dignity of all the police was being challenged, and jumped up and shouted, "How can this be done!"
Originally, Ding Li was eager to try, and wanted to fight for herself. When she heard this, she immediately gloated at the misfortune and followed suit: "Why can't this be? What age is this? Do you understand that this is called equality? You men often go to bars and nightclubs to socialize. Women have money and leisure, and of course they can have fun for themselves, but they don’t have to do anything, dance, drink and drink.”
Tang Xiaomo is eloquent and articulate, and she speaks the truth one after another: "Look at the current film and television works on criminal investigation, men want to go undercover, and they pretend to be drug dealers and bandits. When the police are undercover, they pretend to be mistresses and young ladies. Both of you are serving the country, so you gentlemen are better than others?"
Xie Lanshan nodded in agreement and smiled: "This makes sense."
Tang Xiaomo pinched Tao Longyue's waist coldly, with a look of disgust: "Besides, it's not your turn. You are strong, but the lines are too thick and not beautiful." She stared at Shen Liufei and Xie Lanshan again, Sima Zhao's heart It's already obvious: "They're pretty much the same."
Xie Lanshan smiled. In order to avoid being driven to the shelves to solve the case with beauty, he had to speak quickly: "I have a proposal, it's not that men and women are unequal, it's that Ding Li can't play the domineering royal sister who can collect cultural relics with money. There is no one in our serious crime team. You can borrow it from the forensic team, I think forensic doctor Su is quite competent for this operation."