Chapter 6 Chapter Six

As soon as Kadokura came back from Kyushu, I went with him to City I in County F.This is because Mencang ran around Kyushu for four or five days, and finally found out the forger of Zhutian's work. His name is Jiuju Fengyue. Now we are going to City I in County F to find him. "This wine sentence, Fengyue, is thirty-six years old. He has a wife and a child who is studying in middle school. He graduated from a painting school in Kyoto." Mencang is instilling in me some preliminary knowledge about this wine sentence Fengyue. "City I is a coal mining area about ten miles away from City F. Fengyue lives there and earns a living by teaching Japanese painting. He is good at all kinds of ladies, flowers, and Chinese paintings. In this coal mine There are two big companies in the district, and the staff and housewives who live in the dormitory sometimes go to him to learn painting, but the number is not large. Therefore, they still have to make a living by making some fake paintings."

"Where did the antique dealer ask him to paint these fakes?" I asked. "It's from City E. There's only one antique dealer with him. And this antique dealer is too timid, so it's a bit unpleasant. However, for us, this is a good thing. He has such a hand If the skill is known to the antique dealers in Tokyo or Osaka, it will be a big deal.” "Then what did he say when you told him our intention?" "He thought about it. He said, yes, he is willing to do it." Mencang said, looking very proud. "He said that he has always wanted to go to Tokyo once, so he is willing to paint anything. He also said that from the perspective of painting, painting this kind of painting is also a good exercise, so I hope we must make this painting Give him something to do."

I nod.That's a good thing.As far as I know, all of the great painters who are famous today were fake paintings when they were young.People who paint such fakes always try to hide their names as much as possible.However, works like this can often be seen. "I said to him, no matter what, I will accompany my husband and say it again. He seems to want to develop into forgery under the guidance of my husband." "Developing in the direction of counterfeiting", this sentence sounds a bit awkward, but it is not surprising that it comes out of Mencang's mouth. Departing from Tokyo, after more than 20 hours of shaking in the express train, I finally arrived in I City.In the middle of the street, there are tracks for coal trucks passing by, which is indeed a coal mining area.Standing anywhere, you can see a triangular coal mountain piled high.

In a small old house by the river, I saw Jiuju Fengyue for the first time: Maybe it was because of too much soot, the narrow river seemed so turbid, and the soil on the bank was also affected. Bright black.There are some not too high hills on the opposite bank, and there are some white detailed houses adjacent to those gray coal mine buildings and facilities. According to Mencang, that was the residence of the coal mine workers. Jiuju Fengyue was tall and thin, with deep-set eye sockets and a high bridge of nose, but.The pair of eyes are very big, and when he smiles, the noses will meet together.

"I'm sorry that Mr. saw such an ugly thing." As Feng Yue said, he brushed back his long dry hair.His cheeks were sunken inwards, and the roots of Hu Ci were blue-gray. Maybe it's because of the relationship between selling and teaching paintings, and I also know some things about the world.Behind his seat, there are many painting props scattered in a careless manner. Fengyue's wife has a round face and looks very gentle.She took out the beer and put it on the dining table tremblingly.Her expression was timid.He was probably estimating: the visitor from Tokyo had a relationship with her husband's life, and I don't know how the fate will change in the future.Children who are in middle school are not at home.

Mencang had already discussed the matter with him first, so I asked Feng Yue to show his work to have a look. The painting is not very good, but in the lines and brushwork, it can be seen that there are some skills of.However, these works have neither personality nor novelty, and the composition is also poor.In short, in this kind of rural area, Fengyue might be regarded as a great expert, but once he came to the central government, he was no painter, and no one would take him seriously.He also showed me his sketchbook, but it was as ordinary as the watercolors he painted on Shaoxing. "Is there anything to copy?"

When Feng Yue heard what I said, he took four or five scrolls from the shelf. Spreading out these scrolls, I can fully understand Feng Yue's quality.The so-called copied works, if sold, are also fakes.Although Feng Yue's own paintings are useless, they are completely different in terms of copying, which is simply very wonderful.Whether it's Xuezhou ① Tietang or Daya, the ones he copied are indeed the same as the bamboo field that Mencang showed me, and the results are all excellent.There is also a copy of Korin's work, but it is completely unremarkable, and it is far worse than the above-mentioned works.It can be seen from this that Nanhua is the most suitable for him.The original works he copied were all Miiseshu, the collotype editions in art magazines of Japanese painters of the 15th century (1420-1506), which are familiar to everyone.

Kadokura stared at the paintings from the sidelines.Constant "um, um," He smacked his lips and squinted at me from time to time.There was hope in his eyes, as if urging my decision. "In order to copy the calligraphy of Huazan, I really put in a lot of effort." Feng Yue's words carried some boastful tone.It is said that in order to imitate Zhutian or Daya's calligraphy habits, he spent countless days looking at those colographs and practicing.As said, the things he imitated cannot be seen even by a considerable connoisseur. In this way, it seems that there is no problem——I thought to myself.A kind of hope also expanded in my heart. However, this kind of hope is like the muddy water in the river I saw just now, showing a dark and turbid color.

Immediately, he and Feng Yue made a decision to invite them to Tokyo, and Mencang then began to discuss with him, arranging for him a house and living expenses and other issues. "For the time being, I will go alone, and the family will stay here because the child's school is also having problems. " Feng Yue said so.I also agree.When he said this, it reminded me: Feng Yue must also prepare a way out.When he collapses, there must be a pre-prepared place to accommodate him.Regarding this point, neither Mencang nor Fengyue themselves knew. As usual, Mencang shook his bald head with only a few strands left at the back, trying his best to publicize Feng Yue for me: as long as there is this gentleman's guidance.Your technology must be able to reach the modern first-class level.The amount of income in the future is by no means what you can imagine.We also saw that it was a pity for you to stay in this kind of country, so we came all the way from Tokyo.Since this gentleman is with you, then you can concentrate on your studies until you become famous. All the troublesome things will be taken care of by me alone. You don’t need to worry about this, just work hard. La. "Men Cang said this enthusiastically, and his gaze was looking at Feng Yue and me. Naturally, some elements of flattery were appropriately mixed in his words.

"Please advise me a lot." As Feng Yue said, he bowed his head to salute me, a happy smile appeared on that long face.When he smiled like this, the skin on the bridge of the thin nose wrinkled together again, and the thin lips were crooked, making people feel old-fashioned. We made an appointment with him right now, but when we find the house, we will inform him immediately. After this agreement, we said goodbye and left. Feng Yue's wife was also sent outside the door, and the uneasy expression on that round face had not disappeared.The scorching sun turned her face into a white paper, and those small eyes stared intently behind me.If there is really someone who instinctively saw through my true intentions, then this person is probably Feng Yue's haggard wife.

"Is Feng Yue a nice person?" Kadokura asked me so hastily as soon as he got on the train.This wine sentence Fengyue sent us all the way to the train station, standing tall on the platform and waving to us.His posture has some high-spirited look. "Well, but you have to cultivate it." I answered like this in my mouth, but my eyes were looking at the big river outside the car window, and the cows were wandering on the summer grass on the embankment.My words are also intended to suppress Kadokura's expectations to a certain extent. "But, what are you going to ask Feng Xiu to paint?" Kadokura stared at me intently and said. "You can't let him draw too much of this and that. Yutang and the like look very good. If you only paint Yutang, there is hope for success." I said while thinking. "Yudang? Urakami Yutang ①?" Mencang's eyes immediately glowed, and his voice became louder. ① Urakami Yudo, a Japanese painter in the late Edo period (1745-1820). "That's great. When you think of Yutang, you have a good vision. If it's Zhutian or Daya, there are already too many, and Yutang is still rare in the market." The so-called market in Mencang refers to the trading of second- and third-rate antique dealers. Many fakes of famous craftsmen from ancient and modern times come from here. "If it's Yutang, the value will be great. Ordinary ones can be sold for five or six hundred thousand, and good ones can be sold for four to five million miles. Mr. has a really good vision." Kadokura praised me repeatedly, as if he was so happy, as if he had really got the money in his imagination. "But, Mencang-kun," I said, "do you know who are the most enthusiastic about collecting Yutang's works?" "This one, it's probably Hashima or Tamuro." Mencang immediately mentioned the names of these two people.Hamashima is a rising chaebol who now runs a private railway company, and Tamuro is a second-generation chaebol who inherited the sugar and cement business.The young Tamuromonobei loves ancient art the most. In H Onsen, where his villa is located, there is an art gallery dedicated to collecting these collections. Both Hashima and Tamuro are actually looking for collections. Fighting openly and secretly. "Yes, that's right. My target is these two Yutang enthusiasts. If you get things into the hands of people who don't know what to do, it will easily arouse suspicion." I say so. "However, Saigudou Ashimi was also someone who came in and out of Tamuro's house, and Tamuro had collected some suspicious things in the past. He still trusts Ashimi very much. So, Kadokura-kun, we must This is the reason why Shengjian was brought in to participate in this matter.” To be clear, what I actually mean is that no matter what he says about a scoundrel like Mencang, people won't believe him.If things are not passed through the hands of orthodox antique dealers, that is, if they are not taken out through better roads, our plan will not be realized.These words had already been discussed with Men Cang, but now seeing his overly complacent appearance, I made a special remark. "Got it, since it's such a thing, of course Ashimi must be involved." Kadokura nodded frankly. "In Tianshi's art gallery, it would be interesting to hang a piece of Fengyue's work majestically." Kadokura said, looking really happy in his heart. Yes, this is really interesting.However, my plan does not stop here. If it is only for this point, then there is no need to invite people like Fengyue from Kyushu to Tokyo to train him to be the first-class fake painting writer in Japan. I have no such enthusiasm. I myself will have no future in the future.Fifty years old is five or six years too early, and I know that it is impossible to have a bright future in this world.One person was buried for life just because he was hated by a powerful person; another person was able to inherit the throne of authority because he slavishly flattered this powerful person, pretending to put on a great airs .I just want to attack this kind of unreasonableness.It is necessary to adopt some convenient means to point out the real and fake products of human beings and judge the value. Back in Tokyo, Mencang said that he was going to look for a house to hide Fengyue immediately, and that he would take care of Fengyue and his family's life for a certain period of time. He thought it was his investment , so happy.My travel expenses this time are all borne by him. "After Caigutang joins our plan, how will the future benefits be distributed?" Mencang asked me. "I'm afraid I have to give him 50% of the profit. Otherwise, I won't be able to push him away." I say. "Of the remaining 50%, one-third belongs to you, and two-thirds to me. Fengyue's expenses should be divided between three people." Kadokura showed a thoughtful look.However, he also knew that the paintings could not be sold based on his skill alone, so he had no choice but to agree with me.It was certain from his thoughtful expression that he had calculated all aspects of the account. As soon as I broke up with Mencang, I turned around and walked to Minzi's house. It took four days to go to Kyushu. During these four days, whether there will be any changes such as moving, I have this question in my heart. hunch. The train arrived in the morning, so it was still in the morning when I arrived at Minzi's apartment, which should be the time when she slept most soundly.However, when I walked through the cement hall and stood in front of the room, I found that the pink curtain behind the glass door was gone, and the frosted glass on the door gave people a dark and cold feeling. , indicating that the room is empty. I went around to the front door of the apartment and knocked on the window of the caretaker's room, and a woman in her fifties poked her head out. "She moved somewhere two days ago." This woman is talking about people's affairs. "It is said that the store where she works has also changed. We don't know where she moved to." The woman, the administrator's wife, blinked suspiciously into my face.In her eyes, a skinny old man with gray hair and wrinkled face, who seems to be about sixty, might be a big fool. This hot place with a lazy atmosphere, anxious and willing to close your eyes for a while, has already fled to nowhere with the people. Now that I think about it, this is really my place.However, there is a lot of sympathy here, but there is no adhesion as imagined. I walked out of that apartment and came to the street again. Unknowingly, my thoughts also left that place and turned to another direction. Those people in the world who are enthusiastic about "career" probably feel the same way. That's it.