The size of this 1 million black painting is very small, and if I follow the normal washing process, I can finish the work in five minutes, but I don't care about it, I keep washing it.

The secretary driver of the coal generation brought me boiling water bottles and mineral water, so that I could continue to advance in the great cause of washing paintings.

"Hey. There you have it."

"White, white......

"Out of the water, out of the water. So much water ......"

A group of onlookers shouted in vain, attracting countless people.

My surroundings have been surrounded by three layers of water inside and three layers outside, and even the coal generation has been crowded around me by the surging crowd and clinging to me.

After more than ten minutes of continuous pouring hot water, the entire black painting was soaked with warm water of 80 degrees.

The various oil stains, stains, and smoke stains that are smeared and adsorbed on the black paintings naturally fall off under the action of hot water, turning into wisps of sewage seeping out.

Every time a cup of hot water is poured, a yellow, red, and black imprint will be washed out in the black painting.

"Huh."

"Huh?"

"Washed out."

"There's a poke, hey. Hey, gourd-shaped."

"There's a poke again. square."

"This tree is well drawn......

"And what is this word? Qianlong?"

"I used to read Du Fu's poems, and I sighed for a thousand years......

"That's a good word......

"What's so strange about this paper? Not even a single fold ......."

"It looks very new, this paper is fake."

The onlookers were gossiping, donkeys, horses, mouths, mountain sparrows, and sparrows were talking, and the voices were getting louder and louder, attracting more onlookers.

Countless people squeezed their heads and grabbed their heads and squeezed in, and the scene gradually got out of control.

At this moment, a middle-aged man stared fiercely at the date washed out on the black painting, his eyes were locked leisurely, his eyes bulged, and his hands on the table were bulging.

Then, the middle-aged man took a deep look at me, and immediately turned around and squeezed out of the crowd.

"What are you doing? I don't want to identify it, do I? You want the experts to wait for you, right?"

"If you don't want to identify, the door is over there, go out quickly."

The middle-aged man in the crowd cursed and shouted, "There is still an hour before the expert gets off work. If you haven't finished reading it, don't come tomorrow."

was yelled at by the middle-aged man like this, and the onlookers and Tibetan friends suddenly dispersed.

The middle-aged man glanced at me from afar, walked briskly outside, and then closed the entrance to forbid Tibetan friends outside.

As the steady stream of Tibetan friends in the hall were driven out of the exit, the entire hall was left with me and the coal generation.

Needless to say, the middle-aged man cleared the scene first, and then closed the door and beat the dog.

By this time, my drawings were almost washed.

The scout head dog has been discovered by me, and the next step is to make a big move.

The new brushes I bought brushed back and forth on the black paintings, and the layers of black water, sewage, dirty water, and yellow water were ruthlessly crushed by the brushes, holding the greatest resentment towards me, and I was reluctant and helpless to escape, dripping to the ground.

Sizzle!

There was the sound of coal generation pumping cold air next to it.

The big head of the coal generation was clubbed on my arm, staring at the black painting without blinking.

"Assistant Child...... This painting has turned white."

"God."

"It's a real board."

I raised my hand to instruct the Yimei generation not to reveal my identity, tossed the brush aside, and quickly pressed a stack of rice paper against the black painting.

Seeing that the scout head dog had left and had not yet appeared, I deliberately delayed for several minutes, until I caught a glimpse of a few pairs of black leather shoes, and then I picked up the rice paper in a hurry.

Next, I deliberately used the roughest technique to grab the rice paper and dust it on the painting.

In less than two minutes, the three pairs of black leather shoes and fur shoes arrived in front of me from three directions, southeast, south, and south.

At this time, I was wearing a mask and carrying a snow hat

I'm not afraid that someone will recognize me, and my hands continue to be upside down.

"What unit are you from? What are you doing here to wash your paintings?"

"Look at yourselves, and see what the earth has become of you. Why don't you get it clean for me."

"Say you. I'm still here, go to the first floor to find a cleaner and get a mop. Otherwise, you will be fined."

The scout head dog reappeared, spitting at me.

Obviously, there is a mop in the bathroom on this floor, and the scout head dog asked me to go to the first floor, which is to divert the tiger from the mountain.

As long as I go to the first floor, I never get a chance to come up again.

There is only one generation left to be left to their disposal.

I raised my head slightly, and said easily, "I'll do it later." What are you anxious about?"

The scout-headed dog crept forward to push me.

It was as if it had been rehearsed many times beforehand, and in the next second, an old man jumped out and sang red-faced, softly speaking to stop the scout dog.

"Lei Gong doesn't beat people. Let this master finish it first. I'll just let the cleaner clean it up later."

As soon as the red-faced old man A finished speaking, another red-faced old man B also chimed in: "It's not a big deal, you go down first."

The scout head dog pointed at me and scolded me a few times, and immediately flashed to the side after singing his play, ready to appear again.

When the scene of the scout head dog ended, another white-faced old man said to himself: "What is this drawing? Imitation is not like imitation, and new is not like new. Lin Lao, come and see ......."

Receiving the signal from the white-faced old man, Redface A and Redface B approached me slowly with their hands behind their backs.

At this time, I was still tirelessly dusting off the black paintings, with one purpose, to disrupt the other party's sight and make the other party unable to eat hot tofu.

My hands are fast and heavy. Red-faced A and B are a little too old to look at.

However, for them, it only takes a few glances at the painting that has been washed out, and they can basically know whether it is wrong or wrong.

Are you kidding.

The three old men on the other side of the table, one is Lin Hongbin, a world-famous master of calligraphy and painting appraisal in the old museum, and the other is Chen Huan, a master of Rong Bao Zhai.

The white-faced old man was left, and he came from a bigger place.

The royal expert of the Wenbo anti-smuggling team, Luo Ji.

Luo Ji, who was mad at me at the headquarters of the anti-smuggling team last time, didn't pay attention to me at all, and the glasses that I had put on early kept blinking with my dusting hand, but the eyes behind the glasses were fixed on the old painting that had been cleaned.

This is a picture of Humber.