Chapter 32

An authentic painting?

Was this a joke?

If it were not for Jiang Meng’s comment, no one would think of it as an authentic painting.

However, when Jiang Meng said that it was an authentic painting worth 100 million dollars, everyone was shocked.

If a painting could be sold for 100 million, why would it be hung here?

“F*ck, this girl’s acting is so good. She says it as if she really means it.”

“To hang 100 million dollars here, does the program team think we’re fools?”

“If you don’t know, then ask. What exactly is The Last Doomsday?”

“Amazing. The program team has planned everything out, but isn’t this too much?”

“If this is real, then I’ll eat sh*t on the live broadcast.”

When the audience in the live broadcast room heard Jiang Meng’s claim, they began to mock her.

They loved it when something was worth tens of thousands of dollars, yet when a painting that was worth hundreds of millions of dollars was put in front of them, no one wanted to believe it.

Meanwhile, in the room, Alice’s eyes were wide with disbelief.

“An authentic painting? It can’t be.”

Alice could vaguely remember that when Thomson brought back this painting, it was put in a delivery box that he and her shared. If it was an authentic painting, why would it be handled so carelessly?

At this moment, Jiang Meng took out a magnifying glass and carefully inspected the painting.

“It should be an authentic painting. This is Van Gogh’s painting style. The entire painting reflects a man’s compassion and suffering. The colors are more unrestrained and bold.”

“This painting’s paper uses a triple lamination method, which can protect the quality of the painting. Although the painting paper is a little yellow, it was created in that era.”

“Most importantly, look at the sun. Van Gogh usually doesn’t do shadows, but because he was crazy about perfecting the color, the shadows in this part are very intense. Normal counterfeits don’t have this flaw.”

“There is an 80% chance that this painting is the authentic The Last Doomsday.”

Jiang Meng’s words confused many people. However, the other professional judges understood what she meant.

Dai Meng, in particular, went up to take a look, and it was just as Jiang Meng said.

…

In an old shop in Chinatown, New York, an 80-year-old man was about to leave.

Suddenly, he heard a sound coming from inside the shop.

“There is an 80% chance that this painting is the authentic The Last Doomsday.”

When the old man heard this, he stopped in his tracks.

He was puzzled. “The Last Doomsday? The authentic one? Are you kidding me? Isn’t an influential family overseas keeping that thing?”

Then, the old man walked into the shop and saw the shop assistant watching a live broadcast of something during work hours.

“Oh, boss, you’re here. I didn’t mean to watch this.”

Upon seeing the old man’s arrival, the shop assistant immediately retracted his hand and wanted to turn off his phone.

After all, he was caught playing with his phone at work, hence panicking was normal.

“Wait, give me your phone.” The old man hurriedly stopped him.

The shop assistant was a little flustered, but he handed the phone over.

The old man picked up the phone and saw a few people surrounding a huge oil painting on the screen.

“It really is The Last Doomsday…”

The old man’s interest piqued, and he stared at the oil painting on the screen, sizing it up.

“Boss, are you also interested in this show?”

The shop assistant could not help but ask when he saw that the old man’s eyes were fixed on the live broadcast.

The old man did not answer. Instead, he continued to observe the painting.

As soon as he saw a small mark on the lower right corner of the painting, he was shocked. It was a mark that very few people knew about.

“Little Nan, what show is this? I want to contact the person who’s in charge of this show,” the old man said excitedly to his shop assistant.

“Do You Know Your Value?” The shop assistant, Little Nan, quickly said.

“What?” The old man was very close to picking up his walking stick and slapping the boy.

What did he mean by do you know your value?

As the President of the Chinese Antiques Association of New York, why would he not know his value?

“Boss, you’ve misunderstood. The name of this show is ‘Do You Know Your Value?'”

It took Little Nan quite a while to explain it to the old man.

He also told the old man that he could make a comment in the live broadcast room at any time. However, if he wanted to make a comment more noticeable, he had to be a member.

“Do it! Get me the emperor membership and tell the program team that I want to buy this painting for 100 million dollars,” the old man said.

“Really… really? This painting doesn’t look authentic.”

The shop assistant, Little Nan, said hesitantly.

However, the old man hit Little Nan with his walking stick. “Do you know, or do I know?”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

…

“Welcome Jiang Muyun, New York’s Smoke Cloud Pavilion’s President to the live broadcast room as an emperor member.”

“Jiang Muyun: I’m willing to spend 100 million to buy this painting. If you accept, I will directly transfer the money.”

Jiang Muyun’s comment pinged up in the live broadcast room’s comment section.

The viewers in the live broadcast room were instantly shocked.

“Jiang Muyun? I know this person. He has appeared on the news several times. Apparently, he’s the president of the Chinese Antique Association.”

“F*ck, this painting can’t be real, right? Someone actually wants to buy it for 100 million?”

“Authentic? I don’t believe it. This is definitely the program team’s script.”

“This program team does have some power. They had Gates before and now Jiang Muyun? They can pull any strings to get what they want.”

“By the way… Jiang Muyun doesn’t have a company that’s going to be listed, right?”

“Amazing. This Thomson is lucky. Someone really wants to buy this painting.”

“I don’t believe it! It’s all fake!”

…

The live broadcast room exploded with comments.

No one dared to believe that the painting was authentic.

At the same time, in Thomson’s house, the host had also seen the comments in the live broadcast room. He walked up to the other judges and said, “This should be an authentic painting. There’s an old man named Jiang Muyun in New York who is willing to pay 100 million for it.”

“What?”

Dai Meng’s hands, which were in the middle of observing the oil painting, trembled slightly. He could not believe what he just heard.

Ordinary people might not know about Jiang Muyun, but he was very reputable and respected in the antique world.

Unless the old man was wrong, he would never propose to buy it for 100 million dollars.

At this moment, Dai Meng’s forehead was covered in sweat.