Chapter 321

Although he didn't believe it in his heart, it seemed that what he heard was not "Tang Yin's painting of Wan fan", but another paragraph, which directly froze Zhao Liang, who was originally prepared to enjoy the privilege of the winner.

"Brother ye, can you say it again? I have some ears. I haven't heard it clearly."

After Zhao Liang was stunned, he opened his mouth and said to Ye mo.

Ye Mo was a little silent, then looked at Zhao Liang's eyes like an old wolf, and said in a flat tone.

"The most valuable work of this treasure appraisal meeting is the painting brought by Mr. Tang and the" mountain stone painting "painted by Zhu Da, a man from the eight mountains."

"No! Yes!"

Zhao Liang waved his big hand and didn't accept the so-called reality at all. He spent a lot of effort and money to get this painting of Tang Yin with the word "mention" in order to win no matter what he bet on today. He didn't come here to witness the victory of others!

"Brother ye, your assessment may lack some heat. Master wuqingzi, what's your inference?"

Zhao Liang stuck his neck and didn't admit his fate. He turned to look at wuqingzi, hoping that wuqingzi could give him a "fair" judgment.

Wuqingzi sighed and said faintly.

"Mr. Zhao, my conclusion is consistent with that of Ye Xiaoyou. The painting of Wan fan in your hand is not more valuable than the painting of mountains and stones by Mr. Tang."

Wuqingzi explained aloud.

This time, Zhao Liang was also speechless. You said that a younger generation's conclusion was inaccurate, OK, reasonable and reasonable. Change people, and then wuqingzi repeated the conclusion again. What can I do at this time?

Question wuqingzi?

Crazy?

Zhao Liang's face suddenly became the same as Ji Yuantang at the moment. The other party was still in the shadow of bankruptcy. Their faces were as ugly as eating a dead child, especially Zhao Liang's face. He opened an off-site gambling game and lost money.

Wuqingzi seemed to see that Zhao Liang was not calm at the moment. He turned to Ye Mo and said, "Ye Xiaoyou, please explain and tell Mr. Zhao why."

"Yes."

Ye Mo nodded, glanced briefly, and found that he had become the focus of the whole audience again. Even Gao Leng's old man Tang looked over without leaving a trace. For this comparison, several people were very curious.

"The reason why the painting of Wan fan with inscription is not as valuable as the painting of mountains and stones is not because of cultural refinement, but because... The painting is fake."

Ye Mo's words don't startle the dead. His mouth is a strong material.

Sure enough, after ye Mo finished, the audience was silent. Even the always cold old man Tang's face showed a look of amazement. As for Zhao Liang, the expression on his face was almost frozen, and then turned into a strange expression, as if he had heard the funniest funny words in the world. His voice asked with a changed tone.

"Brother ye, you can eat at random, but you can't talk at random. In order to get this painting, the old man, I found several experts to check it and spent tens of millions. If you mean that cultural refinement determines the market value, I will recognize that this painting is inferior to brother Tang. But is this fake painting a little hasty?"

As soon as Zhao Liang's words came out, even Qi Hongtai, who has always been against him, felt that there was a certain reason. After all, for people of their level, drilling, that is to say, the possibility of buying fake goods was very small, because for people of their status, it was a very humiliating thing, and they would appear to know nothing, like a cannon.

Taking out a fake is undoubtedly announcing in the circle that they have no taste and eyesight at all. This is a very cheap thing, so they often find different people to identify the authenticity before they take it out. Therefore, ye Mo says it is false, and the expressions of several old people are so strange.

"A fake is a fake. The reason why I can't see it is because the counterfeiter is too skilled. However, in order to prevent his paintings from being taken to do some illegal things, the elder still left behind, so I can see it."

At the end of the sentence, ye Mo no longer explained superfluously and made an exaggerated move. In front of everyone, he pulled out a silver needle from his sleeve, then raised his hand and stabbed it obliquely into the white space on the painting of Wan fan.

"What are you doing!"

The girl surnamed Zhao stood up excitedly, her eyebrows turned upside down and said angrily.

Ye Mo's action is undoubtedly destroying the painting. For the old paintings, any damage will undoubtedly degrade their value. If ye Mo stabs them, the painting will be destroyed. Even after being repaired by experts, it will depreciate.

"Stop it! Can you afford to pay for it?"

Ye Mo's head didn't return, but continued to move on his hand and said, "if it's true, I'll compensate you ten times."

Zhao Liang shivered and watched Ye Mo destroy the painting, but he held back his action and waited for the following.

Wuqingzi also watched Ye Mo's action with great interest. He didn't expect Ye Mo to make such a move.

After ye Mo stabbed into the silver needle, he closed his eyes and felt it carefully. Then his fingers moved quickly, shaking like a sewing machine, and pricked a circle along the left space on the right. Then his fingers gently pinched and "sawed" a layer of paper like an interlayer with a silver needle.

After the paper was taken away, the exposed place where it was sawn off was not coarse paper scraps, but a smooth interlayer with an almost invisible steel seal on it, which was the word "industry".

"What?! how is that possible!"

"My God! There is such a floor!"

"This... This is..."

……

When the steel seal leaked, everyone was surprised. Only wuqingzi was not surprised. With a sigh, there was a little melancholy in his look.

"I think the existence of this mark should be enough to explain the problem. This painting is not painted by Tang Yin, but copied by a contemporary master. The word" industry "is left by the master in order to prevent his painting from being used for illegal transactions, just like Guan Gong's" broken face "in Facebook, and the master's name is Qing Yezi."

Ye Mo gently puts the paper aside, puts away the silver needle and says slowly.

"In the past, I have seen another work of the elder Qing Yezi. It imitates Dong Qichang's words. The words should be made in his later years. It can be said that it imitates Dong Qichang's words to the point of confusing the false with the true. Even a famous treasure collector in Central China Province gave an eye and almost mistook them."