"I'm afraid this painting is also yours, and this person is also hired by you!" Zhang Qiliang looked at Fang Qingping coldly and said.

"Hahaha! Sure enough, you can't hide anything from you, Brother Zhang. Fang Qingping smiled lightly: "But if you can't identify this painting, what qualifications do you say you have to be the president of the Donghai Antique Association." ”

"Aren't you kidnapping morally?" Zhang Ling'er said dissatisfiedly on the side.

"Moral kidnapping?" Fang Qingping sneered and glanced at Zhang Ling'er.

"Your grandfather is the nominal first person in the East China Sea antique industry, he wants to be the chairman of this position, if he can't even pass my level, who in the East China Sea will obey him?"

Zhang Ling'er was suddenly dumbfounded.

Zhang Qiliang did not speak out to refute Fang Qingping's remarks.

There is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts.

This rule also applies in the antique world, if he Zhang Qiliang really wants to sit in the position of president of the East China Sea Ancient Literature Association, he must withstand all kinds of tests.

It's just that because of his reputation, no one usually dares to trouble him.

The Fang family is one of the few antique families in the East China Sea that can be compared with the Zhang family, so it is not surprising that he did not come to Zhang Qiliang in the morning.

"Brother Fang, don't be like a child, I accept this condition of yours. Zhang Qiliang said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Fang Qingping's eyes suddenly showed a hint of joy.

"Hahaha, worthy of Master Zhang, I hope you can do what you say!"

Zhang Qiliang did not speak, but continued to pick up the instrument and test the painting.

"Oh, how can my father be so confused, this old man is obviously playing a trick on him!" Zhang Yulin on the side shook his head and sighed.

As time passed slowly, a slight sweat gradually rose on Zhang Qiliang's head.

He has not yet identified the painting.

Seeing this scene, the smug look in Fang Qingping's eyes on the side became even stronger.

"Grandpa, what's going on today, why did it take so long to identify this painting. Zhang Ling'er looked at Zhang Qiliang and said with a worried face.

"Normally, does the old man identify things quickly?" Yao Qian asked rhetorically on the side.

Zhang Ling'er glanced at Yao Qian and said: "Grandpa usually appraises this kind of picture scroll, and it can be done within a few minutes, but it took more than ten minutes today to identify it, there must be something strange in it!"

Something is wrong?

Is there really anything unusual about this painting?

With the attitude of giving it a try, Yao Qian turned on the perspective function of the perspective eye.

With the opening of the perspective function, a surprising scene appeared in Yao Qian's eyes.

There is actually a painting in the middle of this painting.

Moreover, the pattern on this painting is almost the same as the pattern on the surface, but the scene on the other painting is more vivid, and the words in the painting are also full of an uninhibited look.

This is?

Seeing this, Yao Qian was instantly stunned.

What is this operation?

And on the back of the paper outside, Yao Qian also found a few large characters.

Song, Zhang Qinghe was recruited in the second year of Huizong.

This painting on the outside is actually a temporary recruitment, and it seems that it was still a temporary recruitment by an unknown painter in the Song Dynasty.

No wonder Zhang Qiliang couldn't identify it.

The painting is a fake painting by reason, but at the same time it is also an antique.

Calligraphy and painting have a characteristic from ancient times to the present. That is, the calligraphy and paintings of celebrities are countless times more expensive than those of non-celebrities.

Although this painting is also a painting from the Song Dynasty, he is a painting by Tang Bohu.

The reason why Zhang Qiliang couldn't identify it was that he probably identified the painting according to the standards of Tang Bohu's paintings, so he didn't realize that it was an ancient sample at all.

This Fang Qingping probably also deliberately took advantage of this weakness to find fault.

As for the painting inside, it must be the real thing.

Thinking of this, the corners of Yao Qian's mouth couldn't help but curl slightly.

He had already figured out how to deal with this group of people.

Zhang Qiliang's appraisal continued, he frowned, holding the instrument and carefully appraising it over and over again.

Seeing Zhang Qiliang, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, Fang Qingping spoke: "Hahaha, don't be reluctant if Brother Zhang can't identify it, do you want me to tell you the origin of this painting?"

Zhang Qiliang did not reply.

As one of the most famous appraisal experts in China, he has not missed a single shot over the years.

Is he going to make a mistake here today, and let this old guy take away the position that originally belonged to him as the president of the Antique Association?

This result is unacceptable to him.

"Brother Zhang really can't identify it, forget it, as long as you give me the president of the Treasure Treasure Protection Association, I swear I will never disclose what happened here today. Fang Qingping saw that Zhang Qiliang was silent, and still mocked on the side.

"Hurry up, old man, I don't want to stay here for a night!" Fang Zhiwen on the side said impatiently.

"You guy is so rude, can you not disturb my grandfather!" Zhang Ling'er said angrily.

"Zhang Ling'er, persuade your grandfather, tell him not to be reckless anymore, and obediently give up the position to my grandfather. Fang Zhiwen not only ignored Zhang Ling'er's words, but instead ridiculed him even more.

"Can you be quiet, you're noisy with me. ”

Suddenly, a deep voice came to mind, interrupting Fang Zhiwen's words.

Hearing this, Fang Zhiwen couldn't help but look at Yao Qian on the side.

"What the hell is the fool out of here, who the fuck do you dare to point fingers at me?" Looking at Yao Qian's unfamiliar face, Fang Zhiwen mocked mercilessly.

"Didn't your parents teach you to speak humanly?" Yao Qian glanced at Fang Zhiwen coldly, with undisguised disgust in his tone.

"Ouch, fuck, how dare you be so arrogant?" Fang Zhiwen raised his eyebrows, and then walked over to Yao Qian.

Where did Fang Zhiwen suffer from this kind of anger since he was a child?

"What do you want to do? Do you still want to beat someone?" Seeing this, Zhang Yulin on the side hurriedly stopped Fang Zhiwen in the middle of the road.

"Dad, you get out of the way! Where is this guy Ling Tian's opponent, a hundred of him together is estimated to be not enough for Ling Tian to fight with one hand. ”

Zhang Ling'er said.

She had seen Yao Qian make a move, and those bandits with guns couldn't take any advantage in front of Yao Qian.

This guy who has been raised since he was a child is definitely not Yao Qian's opponent.

Hearing this, Fang Zhiwen suddenly exploded.

What is called a hundred, he is not enough to fight with one hand, this guy is not enough.

Who is this looking down on?

The evil fire in Fang Zhiping's heart came up.

As soon as he pushed Zhang Yulin away, he rushed towards Yao Qian.