At first, when everyone heard Lin Feng swearing that there was a signature on the painting, they all focused their attention on it and looked at it.

But when it came to the end, Lin Feng only pointed to a pattern that looked like a small turtle and said that this was a unique painting signature. The Zhao family and his son couldn't help laughing immediately, especially Zhao Zhongnan, who is a senior collector.

As an expert and connoisseur, when I heard Lin Feng's extremely amateur appraisal, I almost laughed out loud.

"You brat! Are you kidding us? This is just a turtle under the water. What's the picture? Don't tell me about the fish swimming above, the birds in the sky, and the green mountains in the distance.

These are all unique drawings! Do you know how to draw? Haha..."

Zhao Zhongnan was completely relieved now. He was almost fooled by Lin Feng's seemingly reasonable appearance just now. But after waiting for a long time, he actually said such a bullshit appraisal, which is really ridiculous.

Even Chen Luping and Qin Yanran looked at Lin Feng with embarrassment. Qin Yanran reminded Lin Feng in a low voice: "Lin Feng! The signatures and inscriptions of calligraphy and painting are all written in words. Where can I use a turtle?"

Chen Luping seemed to be afraid that Lin Feng would be laughed at and not come off the stage, so she hurriedly came to smooth things over, pointing to the steaming food that had been prepared on the table and shouted enthusiastically: "You can look at the paintings anytime, I think everyone should eat first! Otherwise, it won't be long."

The food is getting cold..."

As she said that, Chen Luping took great pains to push Lin Feng away and said, "Lin Feng, there is a pot of Yuzhu duck soup in the kitchen that is too hot. Please help Aunt Ping bring it over!"

Zhao Zhongnan, who was wily and scheming, certainly heard the implication of Chen Luping's words. He finally had the opportunity to make Lin Feng, a brat like Lin Feng, lose face. How could he let go of this good opportunity? He hurriedly said: "It's okay! It's okay! Anyway, this painting

I’ve finished reading it, Zhao Shuang, what did we say about the bet between us and Lin Feng just now?”

"Dad! Mr. Ye and Aunt Chen just testified. If this brat Lin Feng can't tell the origin of the painting and convincing evidence, he will stand at the door and be kicked hard by me."

Zhao Shuang could not wait happily, staring at Lin Feng with his eyes as if he wanted to eat someone.

"Lin Feng, what else do you have to say? As a man, you must be willing to admit defeat! With Mr. Ye and Lu Ping as witnesses, is it possible that you still want to lie?"

Zhao Zhongnan has reason to believe that after this incident, the arrogance and bragging nature of Lin Feng, a brat, was exposed. Even if Qin Yanran still liked Lin Feng and wanted to be with him, Mr. Ye and Chen Luping would not agree.

In this way, his son Zhao Shuang will have the opportunity to take advantage of the situation. By then, the huge inheritance of the old man of the Qin family will definitely be divided up.

But at this moment, Lin Feng still looked confident, pointing at the little turtle and saying, "Who said I lost? Do you think this is really a little turtle?"

"It's funny! Lin Feng, if the thing under the water isn't a turtle, how can it be a chicken? It's so ridiculous!" Zhao Shuang thought Lin Feng was making a last-ditch excuse and ridiculed him unceremoniously.

But at this moment, Mr. Ye, who had been silently observing the turtle pointed out by Lin Feng, suddenly shouted in surprise: "Turtle-shaped painting? Is it really a turtle-shaped painting? This painting may really be

It was written by Zhu Dazhi, a native of Bada Mountain."

"What? Grandma, what do you mean by that? Could it be that Lin Feng was really right?" Qin Yanran immediately asked in surprise.

"At first I was not sure who painted this painting. Even if Lin Feng pointed out that it was a painting by Bada Shanren, I was still not sure. I just thought it was a possibility. But when Lin Feng pointed out the turtle

When I was making the drawings, I suddenly remembered that a large number of Bada Shanren’s paintings had a similar little turtle. Even though it was clearly a painting of flowers and birds without a river, there was still such an out-of-place turtle.

The little turtle..."

Mr. Ye himself said with a shocked look on his face, "I remember that twenty years ago, one of my students, Zhou Wenqing, discovered this and specially wrote "Turtle-shaped Paintings in Badashanren Paintings" as his graduation thesis.

With."

"Zhou Wenqing? Teacher Ye is talking about Brother Zhou Wenqing, the current vice president of the Chinese painting and calligraphy circle? His research on late Ming Dynasty paintings is in the same vein as you, teacher."

Hearing Zhou Wenqing's name, Zhao Zhongnan was also startled, and his heart skipped a beat and he started to panic.

"Mom! So, Lin Feng really got it wrong?" Chen Luping also said with a look of surprise.

But Lin Feng didn't like to hear what she said. What does it mean to beat the truth? This is well-founded.

"It's unlikely that Lin Feng was blinded. Lin Feng, why don't you tell me yourself? How did you spot the turtle-shaped symbol? Also, what kind of secret does this turtle-shaped symbol hide? I

I think, since you dare to point it out so confidently, you must have some understanding, right?"

Mr. Ye, who has lived for most of his life and is well versed in worldly affairs, turned to Lin Feng and asked. In his words, there was no pretense of a leading expert in the painting world. Instead, he opened his eyes with a pair of knowledge-seeking eyes, full of expectation and wanted to learn from Lin Feng.

Know the answer here.

"Yes! Lin Feng, please tell me quickly, what's the secret of this little turtle? I want to know too!" Qin Yanran was looking at Lin Feng with expectation and admiration at this time. She also didn't expect it.

, Lin Feng's accomplishments in ancient calligraphy and painting were even inferior to his own grandmother.

"Look, everyone, this pattern looks like a little turtle on the surface, but in fact..."

Lin Feng smiled and looked at the Zhao father and son, whose faces were already gloomy and livid, and said cheerfully, "Actually, this is not a pattern, but words. If you tilt your head and take a look, this little turtle is actually made of

"March 19th" is a distortion of the characters "March 19th."

When Lin Feng came out like this, even the father and son of the Zhao family couldn't help but tilt their heads and look. They didn't know it, but it was just as Lin Feng said. This was a little turtle.

It is formed by deforming the characters of March 19th.

"Mom, look! It's exactly what Lin Feng said, it's March 19th. It's so magical! It turns out that this little turtle hides such a secret!"

After discovering this secret, Qin Yanran clapped her hands and shouted happily. Chen Luping couldn't help but look at Lin Feng in surprise, and finally looked at him squarely, making sure that Lin Feng really understood this aspect and was not pretending to understand.

The father and son of the Zhao family were shocked and completely dumbfounded. This time, it was not Lin Feng who was embarrassed, but them. Moreover, according to the bet, they would lose to Lin Feng even for this painting.
Chapter completed!