"Impossible!"

Chang Yuan immediately denied: "No matter the age, details, or characteristics, they can be correct, and there can be no fake." ”

Of course, he understood what Jiang Lingyun meant.

To put it simply...

If Edward Drouot did not have a small sculpture during his lifetime, then after his death, he would not have such an extra one out of thin air.

"I can't see that the young man knows so much about this French master. ”

"However, the details and characteristics of the work are equivalent to the artist's 'fingerprints'..."

Chang Yuan shook his head slowly, and the words stopped.

Ultimately.

He didn't dare to say too much.

"Is it true or not, and what can it be?"

Liu Siyao was extremely proud: "The work of such a master of unsold auctions can be worth a fart of money!"

The others pondered for a moment, and also nodded secretly.

Although I don't like Liu Siyao to be in the limelight, the truth is indeed right. The people present are all rich people, imagine changing to yourself, and definitely will not invest in things that others don't want.

Zhu Fei's face was pale, and his hands drooped weakly.

"Miss Wen, I'm really sorry..."

"I don't blame you. ”

Wen Ruxuan frowned and sighed.

In her opinion, since Zhu Fei said so, this bronze statue is really worthless.

But...

"Ridiculous!"

Jiang Lingyun glanced at everyone present, and his cold face suddenly had a hint of disdain.

"I thought there were really any masters in the antique world of Su City, but I didn't think of it..."

"It's all rice buckets, too!"

The audience roared!

In an instant, rebuke and roar, one after another.

"Bastard!"

"Do you know what this place is?"

"Before the milk smell is dry, you dare to go wild at a good price, it's really arrogant!"

Jiang Lingyun didn't care at all.

He raised his head and looked proud, scanning the crowd from a bird's-eye look.

In your mouth, gently spit out a name.

"Mathurin M. Moreau..."

"I'm afraid of this name, you haven't even heard of it!"

Sure enough.

The scolding stopped in unison, and everyone looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion.

"Phew!"

Liu Siyao squinted at him and sneered: "Make up, then make up." ”

"Jiang Lingyun, in front of Professor Zhu and Benjamin, you actually made up a name?"

"You're really brainless!"

"You don't think anyone really believes what you say, do you?"

"Brain-dead!"

A stinking scolding caused the rich to nod their heads, and a kid who came out of nowhere didn't need to take anything to heart.

But.

"Mathurin M. Moreau, a national treasure master of art..."

Zhu Fei's eyes opened slightly!

"Representative works, such as tragic songs, textile women, scholars, etc., each of which has been collected by museums in various countries. ”

"It's not just local..."

"In the history of overseas art, they are all important figures!"

He looked at Jiang Lingyun repeatedly, extremely confused.

For ordinary people, it is very normal to know the names of a few overseas artists, and in the 18th and 19th centuries, it is already remarkable to have heard of a certain work.

This man was so young that he actually knew that Mathurin Moreau...

But others, however, are even more confused.

"What's wrong with that?"

Liu Siyao's voice was extremely harsh: "What's the point of suddenly mentioning this name for no reason?"

"Could it be that you know a lot?"

"Childish!"

glanced at Jiang Lingyun and Zhu Fei with disdain, and she looked at Benjamin again.

"Benjamin, you are French, you should know better than they do. ”

"Why don't you give them..."

The words are not finished.

She smiled and froze.

beside her.

Benjamin's face was ugly and stunned.

Cold sweat on my forehead!

"Mathurin M. Moreau is not only a famous European and American sculpture masterpiece. ”

Chang Yuan's voice sounded quietly.

"Still Edward Drouot's master. ”

"Just now, Mr. Zhu has already said..."

"Mathurin M. Moreau's work is not limited to large-scale sculptures. ”

What the!

These words fell into everyone's ears like a tsunami, like a raging storm.

Everyone's hearts are shocked!

Looking at the bronze statue in Jiang Lingyun's hand, an unrealistic idea came out uncontrollably.

"Could it be..."

Everyone turned their heads to each other, and the shock in their words could not be concealed at all.

"Not bad. ”

Jiang Lingyun bowed slightly.

"This bronze statue is not the work of Edward Drouot. ”

"It's from his teacher' Mathurin Moreau's Hand!"

As soon as this statement came out...

The entire appraisal room is immediately frying!

"This, this can't be..."

"If you look closely, it's Drouot's name engraved on the base. ”

"How could it be someone else's work?!"

The corners of Jiang Lingyun's mouth turned up slightly.

The smile was cold, and there was no doubt: "How can you sign your own name when you give something to others?"

Give...

This work was given to the disciple by the master?

Rumble!

Full of panic!

This statement is so bold that no one dares to admit it...

No one dares to question it!

The Su City literary and entertainment industry tends to be conservative in identification, and no one will speculate without real evidence.

As the capital of Jiangnan Province, Su City has seen too many cultural games at home and abroad, dazzling, difficult to distinguish between fiction and reality, who dares to make a conclusion?

Zhu Fei's heart was in turmoil.

Different from in China, foreigners give gifts, and most of them will attach a message card, and it is rare to sign the work.

Now.

Messages and the like, definitely not.

For a while, the director of the "Cultural Relics Appreciation" Department of Jiangnan University and an appraisal expert in the Jiangnan area had no way.

Jiang Lingyun smiled slightly.

He had expected this kind of scene.

Putting down the bronze statue, Jiang Lingyun took out his mobile phone.

A moment later.

"Wide-eyed..."

"See clearly!"

As he spoke, he turned the screen around.

"This is..."

Zhu Fei looked at it intently, and soon he was short of breath!

His breath trembled: "Mathurin · Moreau, the study given to Edward Drouot, was lost at the end of the last century..."

"Huh?"

"Professor Zhu, are you serious?!"

Hearing this, everyone immediately gathered over, craned their necks, and stared at the screen of their mobile phones.

Is that...

A photo of a newspaper, foreign news, the time is ten years ago.

Approximate content, is Mathurin · Moreau's work, the process of being collected by the Musée d'Orsay.

End.

It was the sentence that Zhu Fei just recited!

It is even written that it is a small sculpture, a Greek mythological theme, and the personal testimony of Edward Drouot's descendants.

"This..."

"How is this possible!"

Many people's pupils constricted and their breathing became stagnant.

The world in my eyes is spinning.

This bronze statue is really from Mathurin Moreau's Hand!

And the evidence is conclusive...

"You're a liar!"

Liu Siyao's eyes widened: "Can the pictures searched on the Internet be used as evidence?"

"This kind of picture can be produced in the thousands. ”

"Only fools believe it!"

Everyone was stunned!

But don't wait to think about it.

Chang Yuan has spoken leisurely: "It's true." ”

The others held their breath, all waiting for him to continue.

Tsunehara leaned on crutches and raised his head slightly.

"It was the French Soiratire, the newspaper with the largest circulation in France. ”

"If it were French, there would have been a collection. ”

After speaking.

He looked at Benjamin, clearly meant.

"Ahem..."

Benjamin looked panicked and sweated.

"I agree with you!"

"This newspaper is indeed the French Evening News, but the content is fake..."

The words are not finished.

"You're lying!"

Jiang Lingyun's eyes were like torches.

With a flick of a finger, the image on the screen quickly descended, replaced by a line of French captions.

"It's not a picture. ”

"It's the official website of the French Soiraties!"

He held up his phone so everyone could see it.

"Pictures can be faked..."

"There will be a mistake on the official website?"

Word by word, like a needle, pierced Benjamin's heart and lungs.

He was pale and sweaty...

The body can't stop shivering!