Seeing that Chen Xiu finally appeared, Gong Daoming breathed a sigh of relief and quickly waved to let Chen Xiu come over.

When Wang Jingyu saw Chen Xiu and Tang Yuanyuan appear together, Tang Yuanyuan held Chen Xiu's arm like a little woman. Jealousy, new and old hatreds surged into his heart.

"Damn it, I thought he was a little bodyguard. I was in the same group as Gong Daoming, and he also had a share in this auction house!

I donated 100 million yuan for charity for vain, and was scolded by the old man for one night.

This time I want to play so that your auction house can’t open in Shacheng!”

Wang Jingyu even shouted to many reporters: "Dear reporters, let's take a photo of that person, he is the boss behind the auction house! Give him a few more close-ups so that the people in Shacheng can see the true face of this liar!"

Two or thirty reporters flocked up and were even more in a mess. The flash flashed suddenly and made Chen Xiu a little unable to open his eyes. It was Gong Daoming who sent out the bodyguard to separate the reporters before coming over.

"Where is the painting?"

Since the other party was determined to make a fuss, Chen Xiu was too lazy to talk nonsense. As long as he identified the authenticity of the painting, everything would be broken.

"Let you show off! The three old masters in the auction house just now can't tell the truth or falsehood. You just think you can do it!"

Wang Jingyu sneered, waved his hand, and his assistant opened the painting bucket directly and spread the "Molan Tu" on the table.

As the name suggests, the "Molan Tu" paints an orchid. The picture is very simple. There is only one orchid floating in the vast background in the painting, and there is nothing else.

In the painting, there are only a few strokes of orchid leaves, two buds, one blooms and the other is in bud. Although the ink is not heavy, it outlines a cluster of elegant orchids with sparse flowers and simple leaves.

Of course, the inscription is inevitable. The author's signature is provided on both sides of the "Molan Tu". On the left is "This volume is written on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month of Bingwu," and a seal is also stamped with a written word "Sunanweng".

On the right side, there is a painting in the calligraphy writing a poem: "I have always bowed my head and asked Emperor Xi, who did you come to this place, and there was no nostrils in front of the painting, and the sky was filled with ancient fragrance."

This Su Nanweng is Zheng Sixiao's name.

When Chen Xiu saw the painting, he nodded first. Famous artists are famous masters. With just a few strokes, he expressed the noble character of orchids, wild and elegant, unafraid of wind and frost, lofty and arrogant, and no one is in love with flowers.

Of course, if this painting is like this, it is the most perfect, but the painting is covered with a bunch of messy seals, including "Jiaqing Imperial View Treasure", "Qianlong Imperial View Treasure", "Xuantong Imperial View Treasure" and "Imperial Study Room Treasure", and "Sanxitang Imperial Appraisal Seal" are stamped with one seal.

The originally elegant orchids were suddenly disturbed by these seals.

Chen Xiu directly greeted Qianlong and his son and the woman in the family of the last emperor.

The old man Qianlong likes to do limericks and waste calligraphy and paintings. He likes to stamp a seal first and then write a poem directly if he writes a masterpiece by famous artists.

But this emperor didn't know how impressed his poems were... down-to-earth, and his words were... hard to describe in one word.

This "Molan Tu" is even worse than other paintings that were destroyed by Emperor Qianlong. Lan Qianlong's son and his grandson also stamped a seal on it.

"Don't you nod, can you pretend to be a scholar? Is this painting true or false? Is it true or not? I'll give you an accurate statement!"

When Wang Jingyu saw Chen Xiu pretending to be realistic and looking at the painting, he couldn't help but urge him.

Chen Xiu ignored Wang Jingyu and looked at Gong Daoming: "What do the old man in the industry say?"

"I think this painting is real!"

Before Gong Daoming could speak, an old man in his sixties stood up behind him first, and Chen Xiu also recognized him as Ding Gong, a resident treasure appraiser hired by the auction house for a high salary. He has some attainments in calligraphy, painting and seals.

"Master Ding, how do you determine that this painting is really done?" Chen Xiu did not draw a conclusion first, but instead started asking for advice.

Ding Gong pointed to the "Jiaqing Imperial Treasure", "Qianlong Imperial Treasure", "Xuantong Imperial Treasure" on the painting, and "Imperial Study Room Treasure", and "Sanxitang Essence Seal" seals and said: "I have seen many seals stamped by Qianlong, and it is certain that this is definitely a real thing!"

Chen Xiu nodded subconsciously, Ding Gong was still a little skilled.

Wang Jingyu, who was standing beside him, felt ecstatic in his eyes: "This kid is going to be fooled!"

Unexpectedly, Chen Xiu did not give a conclusion directly, but looked at the other two appraisers and asked: "Master Sun, Master Zhao, what do you think?"

Sun and Zhao looked at each other, and finally Master Sun came out to serve as representatives and said, "Mr. Chen, we think this painting should be a copy of the Qing Dynasty!"

Chen Xiu smiled, without denying it, and asked, "What's the reason?"

"The ink color of this painting seems to be lighter, which looks less powerful than the ones she had in Song paintings. So both of us infer that later generations should copy the works of our predecessors!"

After Master Sun finished speaking, Master Zhao added: "There is also this ink."

"What's the problem with Me?"

"If I infer that, it should be that the copywriter lacks pen skills and has heavy pens on the original painting, so some places will make the ink color uneven!"

Chen Xiu also pointed, obviously agreeing with Master Zhao’s statement.

Wang Jingyu, who was standing beside him, became anxious and urged Chen Xiu, "You are the one who says it is true, and you are the one who says it is false. Is this painting true or false? Let me give you a conclusion whether it is true or not!

You are such a big auction house, if you can’t tell the authenticity of a painting, I think it won’t open tomorrow!”

While talking, the reporters cooperated very much and snapped wildly, and the shutter sounded "click".

"Chen Xiu, is this painting true or false?"

Seeing that Chen Xiu agreed to everything, Gong Daoming felt a little uneasy, thinking that this "Molan Tu" made Chen Xiu stump.

Chen Xiu did not answer Gong Daoming's question, but looked at Wang Jingyu and said playfully: "Mr. Wang, I donated 100 million last night, and I have no money now? I am so destined to sell paintings!"

"snort!"

After Chen Xiu lifted the scar and sprinkled salt, Wang Jingyu snorted coldly and said coldly: "You don't need to be used, I'll ask you whether to collect this painting or not!"

"Mr. Wang is so anxious? Are you really so short of money?"

Chen Xiu smiled and said, "Since Mr. Wang is so short of money, I can't bear to take out all the treasures for auction, so that it can be spread out to make the fourth young master of Shacheng be able to pay attention, right?

Let’s do this. Since the low price you put in the auction house is 3.5 million. If you are so short of money, I will give you 7 million and sell it to our auction house at a price. No outsiders think that your Wang family is so poor that you have to auction things."
Chapter completed!