Chen Yang said with a smile: "Don't worry, Uncle Zhang, my painting skills, coupled with the old-fashioned craftsmanship of the boss of Zhuque Bridge, even if the top calligraphy and painting masters in the country come over, they will not recognize it as an imitation!"

Chen Yang's self-confidence infected Zhang Xinlin, which eased Zhang Xinlin's nervousness a little.

At this time, Lin Jianye said softly: "Boss Zhang, I think something is wrong, that Qi Mingyuan seems to be very sure that your painting is a fake!"

Zhang Xinlin was stunned for a moment: "Yes, why is that old boy so sure?"

Lin Jianye frowned and said: "I think you may have been tricked by Qi Mingyuan, your original "Fengqiao Night Park Map" was not done by Qi Mingyuan to find someone to make it, that's why he is so sure that you are taking a fake!"

Zhang Xinlin is also a smart person, and as soon as his mind turned, he knew that what Lin Jianye said was very likely.

"Damn, it must be this old boy who is yin to me!" Zhang Xinlin said hatefully.

Lin Jianye patted Zhang Xinlin's shoulder and said, "It's okay, fortunately, your original painting has been torn up, and now this one was painted by Chen Yang for you, and it can definitely be fake!"

You have a little more confidence, don't draw without problems, you yourself have problems first!"

Zhang Xinlin nodded, adjusted his mentality, and then walked into Gaoyang Building with Lin Jianye and others.

Gaoyang Building is also an antique building, which is designed by the modern architectural design master Fang Mu, the appearance draws on Yueyang Building, but the interior design is a combination of Chinese and Western, modern and ancient, very distinctive.

The calligraphy and painting appreciation conference is on the third floor of Gaoyang Building, a whole floor of venues.

In the middle of the venue, there are two long tables with red wine, tea, and various Chinese and Western pastries.

The venue is surrounded by various easels and painting tables.

The easel is for Western oil paintings, while the painting table is for ancient Chinese paintings.

After Zhang Xinlin and the others arrived on the third floor, many easels and painting tables had already been placed with paintings, and a group of well-dressed people were scattered in front of these paintings to admire.

An old man in a black Tang costume walked up to Zhang Xinlin, stretched out his hand to shake Zhang Xinlin, and then said with a smile: "Boss Zhang, you're a little late!"

Zhang Xinlin said: "There is a bit of traffic jam on the road, so I came a little late, please forgive me Song Lao!"

This old man is the owner of Gaoyang Building, and he is also one of the initiators of the calligraphy and painting appreciation meeting, and his status in the Yashi circle is very high.

Song Lao didn't blame Zhang Xinlin, he just made a joke.

"It's okay, the tasting will officially start at seven o'clock, have you brought your paintings?" asked Zhang Xinlin with a smile.

Zhang Xinlin stretched out his hand to take the painting box from the assistant's hand, and said: "I have already brought, Zhao Mengfu's "Fengqiao Night Park" in the Song Dynasty!"

Song Lao said with some excitement: "Is it really a painting of Zhao Mengfu, a native of Songxue Dao?"

Zhang Xinlin stubbornly said: "Yes, it's absolutely true!"

"Okay, well, I've arranged the main seat due south for you, you can put the painting on it quickly, I'll call those old guys over to taste it, and feast your eyes on it!"

After finishing speaking, Song Lao left in a hurry, thinking that he should have come to find his group of old buddies.

The welcome lady wearing a red high-slit cheongsam bent down to Zhang Xinlin and bowed: "Mr. Zhang, I will take you to your booth, please come with me!"

Zhang Xinlin nodded, followed behind the welcome lady, and arrived directly south of the exhibition hall.

I saw a pear blossom wood square table about one meter high, two meters long, and half a meter wide placed in front of the window due south.

The other painting tables are all ordinary mahogany, and this one is made of pear blossom wood.

This means that on this table is the most valuable painting in the audience!

This specification is a bit too high, Zhang Xinlin's heart became more and more worried, and he asked Chen Yang again: "Mr. Chen, can you guarantee that those experts can't see through the authenticity of this ancient painting?"

Chen Yang smiled bitterly: "Uncle Zhang, you have asked me more than a dozen times, I dare to guarantee that absolutely no one can recognize the authenticity of this painting, you can rest assured!"

Zhang Xinlin can't rest assured at all, the shadow of being ridiculed for taking out a fake last time is still hanging in his heart.

If it is seen that he is holding a fake painting this time, then he will not be able to stay in the Yashi circle, and he can only go back to Xiangjiang to be a local tyrant who spends a lot of money!

But now, there is no way to back down.

Zhang Xinlin gritted his teeth and opened the painting box, and spread the "Fengqiao Night Park" on the table of Lihuamu.

The big names and experts who came to participate in the calligraphy and painting appreciation also knew what this pear blossom wood table represented.

When they saw the paintings on the pear wood table, they immediately gathered around.

After a brief look, the crowd immediately exploded.

"This is a Songxue Dao person, is this a painting of Zhao Mengfu in the Song Dynasty?"

"Looking at the style, it does look like Zhao Mengfu's style!"

"There are not many paintings of Zhao Mengfu that exist at present, and the price of each pair is more than 50 million, which is indeed worthy of the pear blossom wooden table!"

"Is this painting real? Zhao Mengfu's painting is rare!"

The crowd was talking, mostly in amazement, and some were doubting the authenticity of the painting!

At this time, Song Lao spoke up behind the crowd and said, "Everyone, let us go in and appreciate this painting with a group of old guys!"

Song Lao's prestige was very high, and as soon as he spoke, the crowd of onlookers immediately moved out of the way and let Song Lao and the others walk in.

The group of people who followed Song Lao were all experts and masters in the field of calligraphy and painting, with an average age of over sixty years old, rich experience, and very poisonous eyesight.

They gathered around the long table, and all took out magnifying glasses and began to carefully observe this "Fengqiao Night Park Map"!

Zhang Xinlin's heart suddenly pinched, and he secretly prayed that these experts and masters would be dazzled and would not be able to see the authenticity of this painting.

As a result, before he could finish praying, Qi Mingyuan squeezed to his side and said with a smile: "Boss Zhang looks a little nervous, are you afraid that Old Song and they will see that you are a fake?"

Zhang Xinlin frowned, his eyes were not good, and he said coldly: "Boss Qi, you can eat more, you can't talk nonsense, I bought this painting at a great price, how can it be a fake!"

Qi Mingyuan smiled and said, "Is thirteen million a lot of money? Has Boss Zhang become so shabby now?"

Zhang Xinlin's eyes widened, and he grabbed Qi Mingyuan's collar and said, "The price of buying a painting is only known to me and the seller, how can you know?

Qi Mingyuan pushed Zhang Xinlin away, tidied up his clothes, and said with a sneer: "Boss Zhang, it's not me who sets you up, it's you who are too stupid!"

Last time you brought a fake, this time you brought another fake, you just wait to be laughed at for the rest of your life, haha!"