"Wait, let me take another look, I seem to have overlooked a detail just now?" said Malikin abruptly.

What's the situation?

Seeing the actions of the surname Ma, Xu Qiang knew that there must be something to be bored.

The one surnamed Ma had already come up, and even took out a folding magnifying glass from his pocket to carefully examine the part of the seal.

If someone who doesn't know what he's appraising sees him looking at a painting so seriously, he will definitely think he's a pervert.

"I'm sorry, I may have been wrong just now, I'm not sure that this painting is Tang Bohu's real handiwork!" Putting away the magnifying glass, Ma Lijin looked at Xu Qiang with a smile.

He overturned the conclusion just now and did not admit that it was Tang Bohu's true work.

Xu Qiangdun frowned, what else can he do?

How cheeky is this?

In fact, everyone present could see that the surname Ma was talking nonsense with his eyes open, and the purpose was very simple, and everyone understood what was going on.

The problem is that when it comes to antique identification, among all the people present, only Xu Qiang and surnamed Ma are professional, and Du Zhiqiang can barely know a little.

However, these three people are all parties, and in the absence of a third party as a referee, as long as the death of the surname Ma is not recognized as genuine, no one can do anything about him?

It was precisely when he saw this that he deliberately said that he couldn't see it, he was very sure that as long as he didn't admit that it was Tang Bohu's true work, Xu Qiang's words alone would not be enough to decide who would lose and who would win.

"I really underestimated the thickness of your skin!" Xu Qiang sneered.

"It's not right for you to say that, I just can't be sure if Tang Bohu's words are true or false!" Malikin didn't feel embarrassed at all.

even showed a provocative look, looking very proud.

"Sorry, I'm in the wrong place...... "At this moment, I suddenly heard a voice from the direction of the staircase, and it turned out that there was a man in his 50s who had mistakenly broken into this floor.

Reminded by the waiter, the man turned around and was about to leave.

"Uncle Zhao......" Han Xuefei suddenly spoke.

"Xuefei, why are you here?" Hearing Han Xuefei's shout, the man turned his head and looked at Han Xuefei who came over with some surprise.

"It's me and some classmates at the party, I didn't expect to meet you, Uncle Zhao!"

"Coincidentally, I was also having a party with some people from the association, but I didn't expect to go to the wrong floor......"

"Uncle Zhao, let me introduce you, this is my husband Xu Qiang, this is Uncle Zhao, the vice president of the Bingcheng Antiques Association, is the Taishan Beidou of the Bingcheng antique world, especially good at the identification of calligraphy and painting!" Han Xuefei introduced Xu Qiang and more than 50 men to each other.

"Hello President Zhao!" Xu Qiang hurriedly stretched out his hand.

"I treat Xue Fei as my niece, since you are Xue Fei's husband, just call me Uncle Zhao with him!" Vice President Zhao said with a smile.

"Hello Uncle Zhao!" Ma Lijin also walked over.

As a person in the Ice City antique community, of course, he is no longer familiar with the Ice City Antique Association, and he is also a member of the Antique Association.

And some of them are one of the vice presidents.

"It turned out to be Lijin, but I didn't expect you to be there!" Vice President Zhao said with a smile.

As the vice president of the Antique Association, he certainly knows the rising star of the Bingcheng antique industry and the leader of the younger generation in the Bingcheng antique industry.

"Uncle Zhao, we just unveiled a painting, and the lower layer is a painting of Tang Bohu, but I don't know if it's true or not, please Uncle Zhao, please help me palm!" Han Xuefei finally said his purpose.

When she saw President Zhao appear just now, she immediately thought of an idea.

When it comes to antique authentication, Malikin is a connoisseur.

However, compared to Chairman Zhao, there is still a big distance, and neither his ability nor prestige is comparable to Chairman Zhao.

If Chairman Zhao helps with the identification, Ma Lijin will not be able to deny it.

"President Zhao is busy with affairs, I don't think there is any need to delay President Zhao's time......" Ma Lijin's eyelids jumped, just now when he saw President Zhao and Han Xuefei went to say hello, he realized that something was wrong.

Now that he had a bad prediction, Han Xuefei really invited Chairman Zhao to appraise it.

He knows Chairman Zhao's appraisal ability too well, and he is much stronger than him.

What he can see, Chairman Zhao can't fail to see.

"Is it Tang Bohu's painting?" Chairman Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes, it's just that it's not sure whether it's true or not!" Xu Qiang responded with a smile.

Xu Qiang laughed, and Malijin couldn't laugh anymore.

Because he just said not to delay time, Chairman Zhao acted as if he hadn't heard it, and obviously he couldn't stop Chairman Zhao from going to the appraisal.

However, he could only dissuade with traces, and it was impossible to forcibly stop it, so he could only follow President Zhao with a bitter face and come all the way to Tang Bohu's painting.

As soon as he arrived at the table, Chairman Zhao showed an obsessive look.

"Looking at the style of painting, it is completely in line with Tang Bohu's style...... Chairman Zhao commented while reading, his mouth full of beautiful words.

Soon, I read it from beginning to end, and also reviewed it from beginning to end, but I didn't say anything worthy of scrutiny, all of which were praises.

"Uncle Zhao, do you mean that Tang Bohu is the real handiwork?" asked Han Xuefei with a smile.

"Obviously, it is a genuine work, and it is a work of Tang Bohu at his peak, plus it is very well preserved, among all the authentic works of Tang Bohu that have been circulated, its value can at least rank among the top three!" Chairman Zhao didn't know about the bet between Xu Qiang and Ma Lijin, and he had no scruples about commenting on it.

It's the real thing!

Everyone immediately began to discuss, just now they suspected that Malikin was lying, but no one could refute Malikin's point of view, after all, everyone is a layman, and Malikin is an insider.

Now it is different, and the conclusion of Vice President Zhao of the Antique Association is naturally more credible and convincing than that of Malikin.

Moreover, most of the people present knew Vice President Zhao.

After all, he is the vice president of the Antique Association, and he often participates in some public activities, and he is also a public figure in Bingcheng.

"Vice President Zhao, how much is this painting worth?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"At the end of last year, there was an auction of Tang Bohu's authentic work in Bingcheng, its artistic level was comparable to this one, but the preservation was slightly worse, and the final transaction price was more than 100 million, and this painting should be more expensive!"

Everyone gasped, it was too valuable!

Although before Vice President Zhao, when Xu Qiang and Ma Lijin made a bet, they also said that it was worth more than 100 million, but it was not as shocking as what Vice President Zhao said.

"Lijin, is this painting yours? did you identify it?" After answering the price, Vice President Zhao turned his head to look at Ma Lijin next to him.

As the vice president of the Antique Association, he is very familiar with the people in the antique circle of Bingcheng, especially the one with outstanding ability.

Of the people present, in his opinion, only Malikin was capable of this.

Rumble!

Malikin's face turned red when he faced it.

Isn't that a slap in the face?

The painting is indeed his, but with a time limit, before, it used to be his, and now he has sold it to Xu Qiang for a dollar.

And it wasn't identified by him, in fact, he was eye-catching, he bought it as an imitation of Zheng Banqiao's ancient painting in the Republic of China, and it was Xu Qiang who found another painting underneath.

"Uncle Zhao, the painting used to be from Ma Lijin, but it was later bought by Xu Qiang at a low price, and then I found out that the painting had strange ......" Han Xuefei said as she brought over the bamboo painting imitating Zheng Banqiao that she had just picked up.

The two paintings are placed side by side on the table and are identical in size.

"It's not easy to see this kind of method of hiding a painting in a painting, even if I can't necessarily see it, how do you see it?" Chairman Zhao put Ma Lijin aside and asked Xu Qiang with interest.

Damn it!

Abandoned by Vice President Zhao, Ma Lijin's face suddenly became gloomy.

It's damn Xu Qiang again!

He couldn't wait to rush up and kick Xu Qiang away with one kick.

"Actually, I don't know about antiques at all, and I don't know how to identify antiques, I can find that there are two paintings, because the lower left corner of this painting is separated, I thought it was broken, but after a closer look, I found that something was wrong, it was two paintings pasted together......" Xu Qiang explained with a smile.

The reason is very far-fetched, so that the corners of Ma Lijin's mouth next to him twitched.

Lie!

The one surnamed Xu is lying!

But he found that he could only curse Xu Qiang in his heart, because even if he knew that Xu Qiang was lying and made up a ridiculous reason, he couldn't expose it at all.

Because now that the two paintings have been separated, there is no way to verify the need to get it, what is the state of the lower left corner?

"You don't know about antique appraisal?" Xu Qiang's answer surprised Vice President Zhao.

In his opinion, the person who can see through this kind of clever means of hiding paintings in paintings must be a person with very strong antique identification ability, or even no less ability than him.

But Xu Qiang told him that it was a coincidence, a person who didn't know how to identify antiques at all, but missed an ancient painting worth hundreds of millions.

This is a golden pie falling from the sky, right?

"I don't understand, I don't understand at all!" Xu Qiang nodded and said very seriously.

He has a certain ability to appreciate artworks, but appreciation is not appraisal, appreciation is the evaluation of artistic value, and appraisal is the judgment of authenticity.

"He's really an antique layman!" said Malikin's fists clenched, perhaps too hard, and his knuckles turned white.

Xu Qiang once said before that he didn't understand antique identification.

He thought at the time that Xu Qiang was lying and humiliating him.

But now Xu Qiang solemnly said in front of Vice President Zhao that he didn't understand the identification of antiques, and the possibility of lying was extremely small, after all, Vice President Zhao's identity was not ordinary.

In this way, he was even more humiliated.

As one of the leaders of the younger generation in the antique industry in Bingcheng, he actually lost to a person who didn't understand antiques at all, so what kind of face did he continue to mix in the antique circle?

"It's bad, now Vice President Zhao has identified Tang Bohu's authentic work, that is, I lost, and the surname Xu must be shouted thirty times after a while, and there are no beads in my eyes......" Annoyed, Ma Lijin thought of one more thing.

At this time, Han Xuefei sent out an invitation and invited Vice President Zhao to stay.

"Excuse me, this is a gathering of you young people, what am I doing with an old man?" Vice President Zhao refused with a smile.

He is now sixty years old, and Han Xuefei's classmates who were present at the party were all under the age of thirty, and the age gap was not ordinarily large.

It is difficult to have a common language unless there is a technical issue to be discussed.

Soon, Vice President Zhao was sent away by everyone.

"Now I'm sure I've won, Malijin, shouldn't you, hey, where is Malijin?"

But halfway through his sentence, he found that his goal was gone.

When Vice President Zhao was sent just now, Ma Lijin was still in the crowd, and in just a few minutes, the surname Ma disappeared.