More than ten pairs of eyes are staring at the bamboo and stone painting by Ye Tianlong.
Wang Jiacai also looked at the painting in Ye Tianlong's hands. They had watched it for more than half an hour before Lu Fengshou and ye Tianlong arrived.
They are already familiar with Wang Jiacai's bamboo and stone painting, which stone is round or sharp, and which bamboo is carved forward and backward into their hearts.
Therefore, when they saw the paintings in Ye Tianlong's hands, they were shocked and shocked.
Ye Tianlong's paintings as like Wang's paintings are as like as two peas. They are not even deviant in details. It seems to be duplicated by photocopiers.
It's incredible.
that change, as like as two peas, Lu Fengshou and Lu Mi Mi feel very wonderful, and are even more curious. Are the two paintings exactly the same?
"How is that possible?"
After watching it for almost a minute, Wang Jiacai sat up straight and said, "do you copy my bamboo and stone painting?"
Ye Tianlong laughed: "Mr. Wang, you didn't even look at the painting in your hand. When did you copy it for me?"
Lu Fengshou also said faintly: "yes, Lao Wang, Tianlong didn't even look at it. How do you know what your painting looks like?"
"And even if he copied it, it's a normal thing. It's just practice. What he drew can't be more real than the real one?"
He took a look at the Wang family's wealth and thought they were a little fussy.
Wang Jiacai and others are right when they think that they are genuine. What's the point of being copied? The real is the real, the fake is the fake.
"Mr. Lu, you're right. No matter how well I draw, it can't be authentic. Cultural relics are cultural relics."
Ye Tianlong began to stab: "the problem is, Mr. Wang is blind, bought a fake, then I draw, hit him in the face."
Wang Jiacai's face changed dramatically, and he roared: "what do you mean? Dare you say I bought a fake? "
Ye Tianlong smile pondering response: "yes, your hand is a fake."
"I'm not afraid to tell you that the painting in Mr. Wang's hand was painted by me on the antique street a year ago and sold for 500 yuan."
He laughed a little at the original picture that Wang Jiacai gradually opened: "when I saw the picture just now, when I saw the brush, I knew it was my work."
"That's why I can make a complete copy just by looking at it, because they all have a common father."
Ye Tianlong pointed to himself.
"No way, no way. I'm the real one!"
Wang Jiacai seemed to have been bitten by a dog. He almost jumped up and yelled, "I bought this genuine product for 500000 yuan."
Ye Tianlong's eyes twinkled with light: "it's true or not. Just open it and compare it yourself."
"Look at the images, look at the strokes, look at the signatures, and even overlap them in the same proportion."
Ye Tianlong's voice is very peaceful: "you will find out the answer."
Wang as like as two peas, Ye Tianlong opened his eyes. Then he opened the original picture and compared with Ye Tianlong. He found that the two pictures were almost the same, and the details remained unchanged.
It made him cool for a moment.
The rest of the old people in Chinese clothes studied it and found that after 90% of the two paintings were infinitely close, their faces also showed a touch of regret.
The two paintings are so similar that there is no other explanation except that they are both written by Ye Tianlong.
If the painting in Wang Jiacai's hand is true, how can ye Tianlong draw it without looking at it, and the details are almost 100% close to each other?
Is Ye Tianlong a God? Naturally, there is no God in this world, so Wang Jiacai's paintings should be fakes.
Lu youmi and uncle Mi look forward and marvel at the two paintings. They are not experts. They feel the same when they look at the two paintings on the table.
Uncle Mi worships Ye Tianlong more and more. Any painting can confuse the true with the false. He deserves to be a descendant of the clan.
Lu youmi also believes that ye Tianlong's protection of himself is a human price.
The corners of Wang Jiacai's mouth were constantly affected, and his face was very gloomy. He was not distressed by 500000 yuan, but the fork that had just been installed was punctured.
Ye Tianlong has always been a pain to beat a water dog. He said with a soft smile, "Mr. Wang, I'm so sorry. I'll draw it at random, but you'll take it as an authentic work."
"Five hundred dollars will cost you half a million."
"If I had known that you respected me so much and regarded me as Zheng Banqiao, I would have painted" bamboo and stone pictures "for you every day. Ten pictures a day were like playing."
Ye Tianlong said: "how about starting to be your painter today? I'll take you 50000 yuan for one, OK? Are you interested? "
"As you can see now, Mr. Wang's so-called unique vision is actually real blindness."
Ye Tianlong said a pun: "you should not treat waste as treasure like Mr. Wang, or you will regret it."
More than a dozen old people in Chinese clothes are looking at Wang Jiacai and Lu Fengshou. Their original team has begun to waver.When Lu Fengshou squints at the painting on the table, Lu youmi and uncle Mi smile brightly. They feel that ye Tianlong breathes out.
Wang Jiacai's face was ugly. He didn't respond to Ye Tianlong. He looked at the two paintings again and finally swept them angrily.
He sweeps the two paintings to the ground, losing face. At the same time, he is more and more hostile to Ye Tianlong, feeling that this boy has damaged his authority.
He just set up a unique vision, ye Tianlong was instantly hit blind.
Later, Wang Jiacai leaned back to his chair and looked at Lu Fengshou with a sneer:
"Lao Lu, I haven't seen you for a few days. When is there such a big boy around me?"
"It seems that the Lu family is not as desperate as we think," he said
"Mr. Wang, you are so grown-up. Pay attention to your quality, OK? What's the point of littering paper? "
Without waiting for Lu Fengshou to respond to Wang Jiacai, ye Tianlong rolled up all the painting papers on the ground and looked very dissatisfied:
"if you don't want them, I'll take them away, so as not to harm the blind people like you."
Wang Jiacai's thinking was disturbed, and he was also taught a lesson. He was angry in an instant. He patted the table and roared, "here you are, go away."
Ye Tianlong quickly took out the original picture of bamboo and stone and hid it.
"Dad, it's this kid who beat me and left me on the train. He almost killed me on the way."
At this time, Wang jiukang rushed over with a group of men and women in Chinese clothes, staring at Ye Tianlong and Lu youmi, gritting their teeth and yelling:
"today, I want to get justice back."
Wang Jiacai light smile: "jiukang, what do you want?"
"I want Lu youmi to kneel down with him, slap himself ten times, beg me, cry me, and let me forgive," Wang jiukang roared
Wang Jiacai took off his glasses and wiped them. Then he looked at Lu Fengshou and said:
"brother, show some sincerity..."