Zhang Xinlin gritted his teeth and looked at Qi Mingyuan and said, "Don't be complacent, Song Lao, they haven't given an appraisal opinion yet, my pair may not be a fake!"

"Tut-tut!" Qi Mingyuan smiled strangely: "Boss Zhang really doesn't give up on the Yellow River, let me tell you the truth, the painting you bought for 13 million was painted by someone I spent a month looking for someone, and it is a 100% fake, haha!"

Zhang Xinlin had the urge to go back to Xiangjiang and ask the killer to come and kill Qi Mingyuan.

This bastard is simply so hateful, he will do anything to pit himself.

"Qi Mingyuan, if I lose face today, don't think about it!" Zhang Xinlin said to Qi Mingyuan in a cold voice, and he had already come up with countless ways to retaliate against Qi Mingyuan.

Qi Mingyuan raised his eyebrows and said: "Boss Zhang, the provocation of the weak is the most powerless, you still think about how to greet everyone's laughter when this fake is discovered......

Before he finished his words, he heard the group of old men exclaim: "This painting is real, my God, I am so lucky to be able to see the authentic work of Zhao Mengfu's "Fengqiao Night Parking" in my lifetime!"

"Whether it's coloring or architecture, it's obvious Zhao Mengfu's style, it's simply beautiful!"

"Judging from the old and new scrolls and the depth of paint, this painting has survived for at least 500 years, and this is definitely a rare ancient painting!"

Qi Mingyuan's brain buzzed, like a bomb exploded in his brain.

This...... How is this possible, that painting is obviously a fake made by someone he found, how can it be genuine?

At this moment, Zhang Xinlin's face is happy, and today he finally doesn't have to be ashamed, but can show his face well.

Song Lao smiled at Zhang Xinlin and said: "Boss Zhang, your "Fengqiao Night Parking" is a rare treasure, you can take this tasting to show it, let us feast our eyes, all the friends at the old man's congress have thanked you!"

Zhang Xinlin hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Old Song, you are serious, the so-called solitary music is not as good as the joy of all, this good painting should be taken out and shared with like-minded friends, no need to thank you!"

At this moment, Qi Mingyuan suddenly rushed to the front of the pear blossom wood table and said eagerly: "This painting must be fake, teachers, you ...... Are you mistaken?"

The experts and masters around the table all frowned and looked at Qi Mingyuan, with a slight anger on their faces.

They have spent most of their lives working with paintings, and they have achieved high achievements in painting and calligraphy appraisal.

If they are questioned to their face, saying that they have been hit in the eye, how can they not be angry?

"This friend, if it's just one person who says that this painting is real, then there is still a possibility of being wrong! But all of us think that this painting is real, do you mean that all thirteen of us are old fools?" Song Lao shouted angrily at Qi Mingyuan.

Qi Mingyuan was excited, and then he felt that he was a little impulsive, and he instantly put himself on the opposite side of these experts and masters, which was a very irrational behavior.

He stammered and explained, "No...... No, Old Song, you misunderstood, I'm ...... I just think it's such a precious painting......"

Halfway through the explanation, Qi Mingyuan suddenly saw something strange on this painting.

He immediately pointed his finger to the scroll and said, "Old Song, you see, the paint here is still wet and not yet dry!"

Song Lao and those experts froze for a moment, quickly leaned over the case, and used a magnifying glass to check the place that Qi Mingyuan was pointing at.

Sure enough, the paint in that place was indeed a little wet, as if it hadn't dried yet.

The main reason is that Chen Yang only uses ordinary pigments when painting, which is naturally relatively poor in terms of adhesion.

After all, the shopkeeper of Suzaku Bridge is a little old, a little old and dizzy, he has made the picture as old as possible, but there are still some slight flaws, and as a result, this flaw happened to be noticed by Qi Mingyuan.

"Zhao Mengfu's paintings have been handed down for 700 years, how can it be that the paint has not dried yet?" Song Lao said to himself with some doubts.

Qi Mingyuan immediately said: "Old Song, this proves that this painting must be a fake, someone imitated it, and the imitation time is not long!"

Zhang Xinlin looked at Chen Yang a little nervously, and sent a look to Chen Yang for help.

The reason why he brought Chen Yang, Lin Jianye and others over was to let Chen Yang help him deal with the situation when the matter was revealed.

Chen Yang saw Zhang Xinlin's plea for help, and after a little thought, he took a few steps forward and said loudly: "This "Fengqiao Night Park" was painted by me three hours ago, so the paint has not dried yet!"

When Zhang Xinlin, Lin Jianye, and Lin Shanshan heard this, they all fell into a state of confusion in an instant, and collectively turned their heads to look at Chen Yang.

"!!"

Lin Jianye, who has always been calm and introverted, couldn't help but come to a slot!

Lin Shanshan was even more wide-eyed!

They never expected that Chen Yang would admit that the painting was forged by himself, isn't this cheating Uncle Ao?

Song Lao and those experts also set their eyes on Chen Yang.

When they saw Chen Yang's appearance, their faces showed disdainful expressions.

Song Lao said directly: "Young man, what are you kidding, how old are you, how can you paint such a beautiful ancient painting?"

"It's just that young people want to be famous, we can all understand it, but you can't grandstand, it's not good!"

"We have already identified this painting, it is 100% painted by Zhao Mengfu, don't brag anymore, young man!"

These experts obviously did not believe that Chen Yang was the one who painted this painting, after all, Chen Yang looked too young.

Chen Yang shrugged his shoulders and said, "Then you say, why hasn't the paint on that painting dried yet?" You must have misidentified it, this painting was not painted by Zhao Mengfu, but by me!"

"Nonsense!" At that time, some experts were furious: "We are all experts in the field of calligraphy and painting appraisal, how can we make mistakes collectively? This painting must be Zhao Mengfu's!"

"Lao Wei is right, we can't make mistakes collectively! The place where the paint in this painting is not dry is in the Suzhou Creek, in fact, it is not that the paint is not dry, but that Zhao Mengfu used a special technique to make this place look wet!"

"That's right, it's just a special technique! There seems to be this place where the paint has not dried, but it just proves that this painting is 100% painted by Zhao Mengfu!"

In order to save their face, these experts all began to make up reasons to justify themselves.

Anyway, no matter what today, they have to prove that this painting is the authentic work of Zhao Mengfu.

Otherwise, if thirteen experts make mistakes in identification at the same time, it will be a big shame, and their reputation in the appraisal community will also be greatly affected, which will also indirectly lead to a decline in their economic income!

Therefore, no matter what circle of people, the older they are, the more shrewd they are, even if they say something wrong, they have to say that it is true, otherwise their reputation and status will definitely not be guaranteed!!

And Chen Yang deliberately said that he painted it himself, which was nothing more than to stimulate them.

No one would believe that such a young guy could paint such a picture!

[Come, recommend a ticket to take a walk!]