Wang Jingyu was happy, "This kid was fooled! Okay, when I sell the painting to you and sign the contract, I will reveal that the painting is fake. I see how your auction will be held tomorrow!

If you can’t even identify a painting, how can you ensure that the auction items are genuine!”

"Okay! But I want a lawyer to witness the signing of the contract. The contract must be clearly stated. No matter whether the painting is true or false, it will never be returned after taking action!"

"Of course! This is the rule of our industry. If you get to the point, you will be worry-free. How can you return the goods? Mr. Gong, let the lawyers of the auction house draft the contract!"

"good!"

...

Both parties soon signed under the witness of lawyers and reporters, and Gong Daoming also handed over a promissory note of seven million to Wang Jingyu.

"Ha ha……"

Wang Jingyu laughed wildly with the bank note, and tears came out of his eyes.

"Mr. Wang, it's not that I'm short of money and this is the case. Just seven million people make you cry in the fourth young master of Shacheng!" Chen Xiu said with a chuckling.

"Laugh... Keep laughing, you won't be able to laugh soon!"

Wang Jingyu pointed to the "Molan Tu" on the desktop and said, "I'm sorry to tell you that this painting is a fake!"

As he spoke, Yangyangyang said proudly: "I'm really sorry, we signed the contract, I can't repay you this money!

However, as a friend, I would like to advise you to not open an auction house at your level of appraisal.

I was deceived by myself and then I took out the fakes I had been cheated out for auction.

Closed the auction house and it is also considered to be accumulating virtue!”

The two appraisers Sun and Zhao slapped their thighs in a hurry and murmured: "I just said it was a fake, but I don't believe it. Now, I'm fooled! This sign was smashed!"

Gong Daoming was also afraid that Chen Xiu would be out of sight. When he saw those reporters still taking photos, he was afraid that the newspaper would be published on the Internet without tomorrow.

"Chen Xiu, you go first. I will deal with these reporters. I will not let them ruin your reputation. At most, I will not open my branch in Sand City."

Chen Xiu was moved in his heart, knowing that Gong Daoming wanted to preserve his reputation, and he said with a smile: "Mr. Gong, hurry up! When did I get past the truth!"

He even shouted loudly: "Get the scalpel and come over with the pig's hair brush!"

Soon someone gave him a scalpel and a pig hair brush. Chen Xiu gently picked up the corner of "Molan Tu" and gently separated it with a scalpel, and even used a pig hair brush to clean it slowly.

"What is he going to do?"

Wang Jingyu raised his head and asked an old man behind him.

"Mr. Wang, people used to like to paint with rice paper, but rice paper is thinner and easy to wear. When making paper, there is no separate double-layer rice paper in the papermaking process, which is called clamping.

Now he wanted to divide rice paper into two pieces and divide a painting into two pieces! However, Mr. Wang could rest assured that the method of placing the propaganda was only popular after the Qing Dynasty.

This "Molan Tu" is a painting from the late Song Dynasty. If he could divide the painting into two, it would prove that this painting was a fake copy by the Qing people!"

Chen Xiu heard the man speak with great emotion, not only looked up at the old man behind Wang Jingyu, but also thought that a ignorant guy like Wang Jingyu would not think of such a way to mess with his auction house. How long will it take for this person to give him the idea to smash the situation?

"I don't know the old man's surname is a great man?"

The old man was not afraid of Chen Xiu's gaze, but stood up and said with a smile: "I'm not talented Cao Yin in Shacheng!"

"It turns out that it's Mr. Cao, who is a little young and has a good time. Unfortunately, he is a man of such age, but he is still talented but not virtuous. He is considered to be living in a dog!"

"snort!"

When Cao Yin heard Chen Xiu's ridicule, he snorted coldly.

Gong Daoming bowed his head and whispered in Chen Xiu's ear: "This Cao Yin is an expert in a treasure appraisal program on Shacheng local TV station. What a fucking criticism. After our auction house arrived in Shacheng, we did not hand him a post on worshiping the wharf. This guy held a grudge against us. He deliberately wanted to punish us with Wang Jingyu!"

"Don't be angry, I guarantee they won't laugh later!"

Chen Xiu quickly divided the paper into two and presented it to everyone, but it was different from before. The paper on the separated painting was as thin as silk, and the ink color was also dim and learned a lot.

"Haha... What else do you have to argue about this "Molan Tu" by the Song people drawn by the Jixuan method?..."

Cao Yin was about to laugh, and when he saw the piece of paper separated from the ground, he couldn't laugh. The painting below was also a "Mo Lan Tu", but the ink color and charm were ten times better than the one lifted above. Moreover, as the one lifted above was opened, the seals of Qianlong and his son and Emperor Xuantong were gone, leaving only a refreshing composition and a poem on the right.

"This...this is the original "Molan Tu"!"

Ding Gong, Sun, and Zhao, three appraisers pushed away the reporters in front of them and grabbed the clues in front of the painting. Cao Yin also grew up and stared at the "Molan Picture" below.

"That's right, I can guarantee that this is definitely the original "Molan Tu". I am 100% sure that this seal is Zheng Sixiao's seal!" Ding Gong said affirmatively.

Sun and Zhao also nodded and said affirmatively: "This style of painting, but the brush and ink are undoubtedly the original work of Zheng Sixiao!"

Chen Xiu even smiled and said to Cao Yin: "Expert Cao, what do you think!"

"This...this..."

"Expert Cao, now you don't think clearly in front of dozens of reporters. If you say it is a fake against your conscience, your reputation for decades will be ruined!"

Cao Yin burst out with cold sweat from his forehead. After thinking about it, he finally nodded and said, "That's right, it's the original!"

Wang Jingyu grabbed Cao Yin's collar and said sharply: "You old guy, I have collected 500,000 from me. Isn't it to guarantee me that this painting is 100% fake!"

"Mr. Wang, I...I..."

Cao Yin couldn't argue with his words. If he knew that the painting was the original, he wouldn't have taken it out for Wang Jingyu to fool Chen Xiu and the others. Without the trouble caused by Qianlong and his son, this "Mo Lan Tu" would be worth more than 20 million!

Could it be that I am idiot to give away tens of millions of people for 500,000!

"What's going on?" Cao Yin looked at Chen Xiu, very angry, his eyes full of confusion: "You can understand if you let me die!"

Chen Xiuyangyang said, "You have a right judgment. The above picture is indeed a fake."

"No... it is impossible. Whoever copied the painting can actually draw the same style and charm as Zheng Sixiao. Even if the shape is the same, it cannot be so in line with the original painting!"
Chapter completed!