"Opinions are not ......"

Luo Wanbai smiled far-fetchedly, and reached out to pull her hair behind her ears to hide the embarrassment that she didn't know anything.

"It's better to let everyone see, everyone who is doing it must be much better than me, and I can't say anything about it."

Her brain turned quickly, and she faced Nan Qiao's question and threw it directly to everyone.

As he spoke, Luo Wanbai opened the box and planned to take out the painting and unfold it.

She did this, firstly, to divert Nan Qiao's problem, and secondly, to make Old Man Cheng pay attention to her.

If she can marry Cheng Jun, she will also be Mrs. Cheng from now on.

She paid a lot of money for Cheng Lao's birthday banquet this time, and if she didn't attract attention just now, she wouldn't mind coming again.

Cheng Jun frowned, looking at Luo Wanbai's stupid woman's actions, it was not good, but after all, it was too late to stop people.

Following Luo Wanbai's meaning, the two waiters directly held both sides of the painting and opened it to show the content.

"Eighty-Seven Immortal Scrolls", as the name suggests, depicts eighty-seven immortals traveling in a procession, and its scene is grand, and the posture is rich and beautiful.

Looking at the ink lines of the above characters' sleeve streamers, clothing wrinkles, flag tassels, etc., the staggered whirls seemed to form a harmonious beauty, and everyone exclaimed, and no one noticed that Cheng Lao's expression was a little unhappy for a while.

Everyone's reaction slightly soothed Luo Wanbai's embarrassment just now, she picked up the confidence she had just now, and looked at Nan Qiao.

Watching the painting being slowly unfolded, Nan Qiao hooked her lips.

It's stupider than you think.

"This painting looks really good."

Nan Qiao frowned in distress, one hand wrapped around his waist and the other hand was against his chin, making an expression that he wanted to say something but didn't speak, and seemed to be calmed by Luo Wanbai's movements.

Seeing people like this, Luo Wanbai thought that the other party was secretly annoyed that she didn't decisively take this painting at the beginning, but now the limelight has been robbed by her, and immediately raised her eyebrows, and said to Nan Qiao understandingly.

"It's rare to see a painting saint's work, if you have anything to say, it's better to speak now."

Seeing Nan Qiao's expression as if he was deflated, Luo Wanbai felt that he was not wronged by the 20 million he spent, and he was very relieved to see the person's expression now.

What about the daughter of the Murong family? Didn't the thing fall into your own hands?

Hearing Luo Wanbai say what he wanted, Nan Qiao immediately got off the donkey down the slope and opened his mouth in confusion.

"Although I can see that this painting is not shallow, how can I look at it...... Like a fake? ”

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall fell silent, as if the pins were clearly audible.

Luo Wanbai looked at Nan Qiao in disbelief, he didn't expect that people would say this, they wanted to slander themselves.

"Fake?!"

"That sounds like a bit ......."

"No, this is Old Man Cheng's birthday banquet, who dares to fake?"

"It's not certain, antiques are nine times out of ten."

As soon as he heard Nan Qiao's words, the crowd exploded instantly.

Luo Wanbai's face was even more embarrassed, looking at Nan Qiao's eyes like fire, and his strange persistence seemed to be able to burn people through.

"In front of everyone, you can't talk nonsense."

In just a few words, she clenched her back molars and squeezed them out, and the smile on her face disappeared, replaced by a stern attitude.

"I'm not talking nonsense."

Nan Qiao still had that smiling expression, as if he didn't realize how powerful his words were.

She left her position, walked towards Luo Wanbai's position, and finally stood in front of the painting.

"Wu Daozi's painting structure is precise and gorgeous, and this painting has also done it."

"But the grandeur of his composition is something that is difficult for others to imitate," Nan Qiao pointed to a corner of the painting, "Eighty-seven immortals can hardly paint the essence of each person even if they imitate, and this place obviously destroys the harmonious beauty of the whole." ”

Unintentionally, everyone's eyes followed the direction pointed by Nan Qiao.

I had only seen it before, so no one noticed this, but under Nan Qiao's special reminder, almost everyone saw the shortcomings of the painting.

Moreover, Wu Daozi's painting lines are round and vigorous, vigorous and rhythmic, bright and vigorous. However, many of the twists and turns in this have a sense of sharpness and slaughter, which can be seen that they are not genuine. ”

"What's more, Wu Daozi's portrayal of the characters' expressions is even more detailed, among which the solemnity of the emperor, the majesty of the gods and the innocence of the golden boy and jade girl are repeatedly out of shape."

"Eighty-seven immortals, it should have been the six gods who would open the way and the golden boy and jade girl twenty-four, but after counting it, there was only one girl missing."

"This painting represents the highest level of white painting in ancient China, how can there be so many mistakes?"

Nan Qiao pointed out the key, looked at Luo Wanbai, who was speechless for a while, and saw the chagrin and hatred in the other party's eyes.

"It seems that Miss Luo's 20 million - I'm afraid that she is willing to be deceived."

Luo Wanbai's hand under the table was clenched tightly, and his carefully cared for nails sank into the flesh without realizing it.

She must have been jealous that she was in the limelight, so she deliberately smeared herself in front of the old man!

The two have now become the focus of the banquet, and Luo Wanbai knows that he must not make a fool of himself at this time, even if he hates Nan Qiao in his heart, he can't do it at this time.

She frowned and looked at Nan Qiao with a confused expression.

"It's not going to be a fake."

"Miss Nan said this about me, isn't it because I bought this painting in front of you at the time?"

Luo Wanbai was embarrassed, and looked at Nan Qiao at a loss, as if she had done something wrong and was a little annoyed and sorry.

"I loved Bao very much at the time, thinking that it would be great to use this painting as a birthday gift for Cheng Lao, so I paid for it, but I didn't expect Miss Nan to be so unhappy."

Her words were full of apologies, but they changed their flavor in the ears of others.

Listening to people's meaning, it seems that Nan Qiao made things difficult because he didn't get this painting.

"She is the daughter of the Murong family, if you like something, you still have a share of it?"

In the midst of everyone's suspicion, Qin Shao's flamboyant voice was fully revealed.

What he said is naturally good, Nan Qiao is the eldest lady of Shengjing Group, and Luo Wanbai is a daughter of the little Luo family, the two are already very different in terms of identity, how can it be Luo Wanbai's turn to get what Nan Qiao wants first?

Luo Wanbai's smile was a bit far-fetched, but he still opened his mouth to explain.

"I just passed by and saw Miss Nan bargaining with that person, and I really liked it, so I bought it at a high price."

The daughter of the Murong family bargained?

As everyone knows, when everyone heard Luo Wanbai's explanation, they didn't believe much in the other party's thoughts, and they directly leaned towards Nan Qiao's side.

What does Nan Qiao want with his current identity that is not a matter of words?

Luo Wan said in the vernacular, only to realize that he was doing this had the opposite effect, and even if he regretted it in his heart, it was too late.

"I knew at the time that the man was a liar, but he was just interested in making people suffer."

Nan Qiao tilted his head, clasped his hands in front of his chest, looked at Luo Wanbai, and innocently wanted Luo Wanbai to beat someone.

"But I didn't think that Miss Luo came out halfway and bought this painting at a price twice as high as mine."

"It's just that I didn't know that Miss Luo was actually used as a birthday gift, if I knew, I would definitely remind you."

That's fine.

After all, Nan Qiao's purpose at that time was not on that painting, and at a glance, he knew that most of the stalls were imitation fakes, so he just ordered one casually, who knew that Luo Wanbai bought that painting as if it were a treasure.

"You ......"

Luo Wan's white anger froze, a pair of phoenix eyes widened, and her eyes were about to burst into flames when she looked at Nan Qiao.

At this time, if she couldn't see that Nan Qiao was deliberate at that time, she would be the number one fool in the world!

(End of chapter)