He Lin's sudden move not only stunned Ma Yuliang, but even everyone present was shocked.

"What is this He family kid doing, and he still can't stop Ma Lao from bidding?"

"Just with the He Tong Baojian of his He family, which is about to collapse, and the little thing in his kid's stomach, isn't this the hell getting an axe at the class gate?"

"That's it, hey, Young Master He, what are you doing here!"

The people sitting in the back row were talking about it, and many of them scolded He Lin with the sarcastic title of 'Young Master He'.

Even the auction manager on the stage suddenly moved his gaze to He Lin in the first row.

"Xiao He, what are you doing here?"

Ma Yuliang's face was full of puzzlement at this moment, and he said: "Do you know the collection value of that painting? Shen Zhou's works are not measured by money. ”

He Lin took a deep breath and said, "Professor Ma, Master Shen Zhou's authentic work is indeed a priceless treasure, but it ......"

As he spoke, he glanced at the stage again: "However, I think something is wrong with this painting. ”

Something is wrong?

What the?!

What is this kid talking about!!

He Lin's words were like a pebble thrown into the surface of a calm lake, instantly stirring up layers of waves.

For a while, the auction hall exploded!

"What, there's something wrong with this finale painting?"

"Do you believe that kid's words? You don't know who he is, his father only struck eyes a few days ago!

"Hey, He Dashao, do you have a stone in your eyes, and you are still talking nonsense at the Pixiu auction venue?"

Everyone's ridicule was like a sharp knife, piercing He Lin's heart!

Pain!

Hate!

He Lin gritted his teeth at the moment, but he didn't say a word.

He knew that it would be useless for him to refute any more, because he didn't have the ability to refute right now.

But he stared at Ma Yuliang with burning eyes, and did not flinch in the slightest.

Although he can't refute everyone now, he can at least stick to his attitude!

Seeing He Lin's expression, even Qingle on one side was stunned, and a strange light flowed in his eyebrows.

Xiaoyu's brother still insists so much in the face of everyone's ridicule and abuse, what is it for?

Just a momentary mood?

"Xiao He, are you sure there is something wrong with this painting?" Ma Yuliang was also shocked at this moment.

Although he didn't look at the painting closely, at first glance, the "Empty Mountain and New Rain" on the stage is indeed Shen Zhou's authentic handiwork.

"I can't say, but I always felt that there was something wrong with the painting. He Lin thought for a while and said.

"Why do you think that?" Ma Yuliang asked again.

"Intuition. He Lin only replied with two words succinctly this time.

Ma Yuliang's brows furrowed deeper for a while.

Gut feeling?!

That's it??

"Hahaha......!"

Before Ma Yuliang could speak, a piercing laugh rang out from behind He Lin.

Ma Yuliang turned his head to look, and the laughter was made by a middle-aged fat man in a gray coat.

He also knew the fat man, and he was a calligraphy and painting obsessive in the antique circle of Guishi, named Zhu Songlin.

Zhu Songlin sat in the second row of bidding seats behind He Lin, and he naturally heard what He Lin said just now: "It's really interesting, He family boy, can you tell me what intuition is?"

"Lao Zhu, I've been in the circle for so many years, I've heard of judging things based on book knowledge, and I've heard about breaking things based on experience, and this is the first time I've heard to break things with intuition!"

As soon as Zhu Songlin's words came out, everyone behind him continued to laugh, and even the stern young man who called 8.5 million just now couldn't help laughing.

As he spoke, Zhu Songlin's big belly straightened, and he leaned back: "Ma Lao, you can't keep up with this price, don't call me!"

Ma Yuliang looked at He Lin, still with a firm expression.

He lowered his head and muttered for a moment, and finally smiled bitterly twice and made a gesture of please: "Boss Zhu, please." ”

Zhu Songlin glanced at He Lin with disdain, and the corners of his mouth grinned: "Ma Lao has conceded!"

After speaking, Zhu Songlin's fat hand moved: "9 million!"

The finale auction continues.

......

Sure enough, as Ma Yuliang expected, the young man who shouted 8.5 million stopped shouting after two more rounds.

In the end, Zhu Songlin overwhelmed the audience with a high price of 10 million.

The auction manager counted down: "10 million once!"

"10 million twice!"

Zhu Songlin's fat face was full of smug smiles at the moment, and he didn't forget to say to Ma Yuliang sourly: "Haha Ma Lao, if I succeed in taking this "New Rain Picture of the Empty Mountain" this time, you are welcome to come and enjoy it whenever you want to!"

Ma Yuliang squeezed out a smile on his face, but did not speak.

"10 million three ......"

"Wait!"

Just as the auction manager was about to make a final decision, a magnetic voice rang out from behind the crowd.

Zhu Songlin's fat face twitched, and he hurriedly turned his head to look: "At this time, there are still people who want to rob me of the painting!"

Everyone present also brushed back in unison.

I saw a woman in a red evening dress appear in the stands at some point, and it was this woman who spoke just now.

Everyone was shocked when they saw the woman's face, why did the president of the Pixiu Auction House come at this time?

The woman in the red dress is a well-known strong woman in the antique circle in the eastern district of Gui City, Liu Furong, the president of Pixiu Auction House!

Facing everyone's surprised expressions, Liu Furong had a smile on her face: "Giggles...... Don't be nervous, I'm just here to see how the auction is going. ”

After saying that, she twisted her plump and bewitching water snake waist and walked towards the auction table, and the sound of her high heels stepping on the floor tiles was particularly crisp.

Liu Furong came to the stage and said to everyone with a professional smile: "When I was watching from the stands just now, I seemed to hear that someone had doubts about Shen Zhou's painting in the finale of this auction, right?"

As she spoke, she glanced in He Lin's direction, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Hey Boss Liu, who doesn't know that your Pixiu auction house has a reputation outside the world, who dares to question it!"

"It's just, just a muddy boy who doesn't know anything is talking nonsense, you don't have to worry about it at all!"

For a while, many people in the audience flattered Liu Furong.

I have to say that although Liu Furong is over 30 years old, she still has an outstanding demeanor, not only does not look old at all, but has a more mature charm than young women, and many bosses in the circle are fans of her pomegranate skirt.

"Yes, yes, Boss Liu!"

Zhu Songlin also licked his face and smiled at Liu Furong: "Just now it was completely this He family kid's nonsense, I will take this painting immediately, you don't need to stop!"

"Hey, Boss Zhu can't say that. ”

Liu Furong covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes flowing: "Our Pixiu Auction House has the ability to beat other auction houses in the eastern district of Gui City, relying on reputation, since there are customers who question it, even if it is one, then we must figure things out!"

As she spoke, Liu Furong's eyes swept Ma Yuliang again: "Ma Lao, do you say this is the truth?"