"Fake?"

The auctioneer was so angry that he sneered: "Lin Xiao, don't talk nonsense. This is Mr. Van Gogh's exercise when he was in school. What do you know?"

"That's it! Stop sensationalism, it's so funny!"

"What kind of painting do you know?"

"It's really..."

The burst of ridicule did not make Lin Xiao unhappy. He smiled strangely and pointed at Jiang Yu and said, "Do you dare to make a bet?"

"Betting? What does it mean?" Jiang Yu glared at Lin Xiao coldly and unconsciously raised his chest. He didn't want to be compared by Lin Xiao in front of Nangong Jin.

"If the painting is real, you can make the conditions. If the painting is fake, you kneel down in public and kowtow three times to me, and swear that you will never harass my wife. Do you dare?"

Jiang Yu was so angry that he asked me to kneel down and kowtow? Go to be your dream of spring and autumn, but he thought again that if he didn't use such a good opportunity, he would definitely regret it in the future, so he grinned: "Okay! Lin Xiao! I bet with you that I only have one condition. If you lose, leave Nangong Jin immediately and disappear in front of her forever!"

"Okay!" Lin Xiao agreed without hesitation.

Nangong Jin was slightly stunned and held back what he wanted to say. She was very conflicted in her heart. On the one hand, she really didn't like Lin Xiao to divorce him, but on the other hand, she felt unbearable and a little angry. Why do you take our marriage as a bet and squander at will?

"This is what you said!" Jiang Yu was overjoyed. He didn't expect happiness to come too suddenly. Lin Xiao, who is stupid, must be so funny, that he made such a promise.

Tang Shihu's level of treasure appraisal is among the best in China, and the error rate of the treasures he identified is only one in ten thousand.

Let’s talk about famous paintings like Van Gogh, Tang Lion and Hu are more serious and cautious, and they can’t read them wrong no matter what.

"Hmph!" Tang Shihu snorted indignation and said quietly, "The arrogant and arrogant boy is simply nonsense!"

Lin Xiao had a mysterious confidence. He learned ancient and modern times from his master since he was a child. He was very knowledgeable about martial arts and knowledge. He could see a problem at a glance when he saw mere paintings.

"You don't believe it, right?" Faced with a series of doubtful eyes, Lin Xiao stood up slowly, walked to the auction table, and walked around in front of the painting, "Then I will prove it to you!"

Tang Shihu stood up suddenly, strode to the front, and said coldly: "Little boy! I hope you don't speak nonsense. Whether this painting is true or false is not something you can appreciate at all. If you accidentally break the painting, can you afford it?"

"Master Tang, right?" Lin Xiao smiled, made a mysterious look, and said with a shaking head, "This canvas is very different from the age of Van Gogh in terms of material and color, and is at least a hundred years away. If it is said to be the original work, how can I explain this matter?"

Tang Shihu was stunned for a moment. He did have doubts about the canvas, but after careful consideration, he found that it was just an illusion. Although this canvas was rare in the era of Van Gogh, it was not without them.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Lin Xiao took the initiative to step forward, pointed to a small blue spot at the bottom of the canvas, and said quietly: "If the material of the canvas did exist at that time, then... Master Tang, look again!"

Tang Shihu subconsciously leaned over, and after carefully distinguishing it, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth and said disapprovingly: "It's just a piece of ink, what's the fuss about?"

"Haha..." Lin Xiao shook his head, "If there is a chemical expert on the scene, you can come up and take a look. This ink trace is not an ordinary ink trace."

"Huh?" The auctioneer was suddenly stunned. He studied chemical engineering in college, and after graduating from a master's degree, he had been working in a chemical factory. He only changed careers recently. He couldn't help but be curious and looked at Moji carefully. He was stunned for a few seconds later.

This ink mark is placed on the canvas, and ordinary people will not pay attention to it. It is so shallow that it can hardly be seen by the naked eye. It can only be seen when you observe it very carefully.

And even if you see the moji, you won’t take it seriously. It’s really inconspicuous and has no value worth studying.

However, the auctioneer's expression was extremely solemn. After a few minutes of careful observation, he took a deep breath, looked at Lin Xiao incredibly, and said in a deep voice: "This ink trace... has been left in modern times, no more than twenty years at most!"

"That doesn't mean anything!" Tang Shihu sneered, "It is likely that the other owners of this painting were accidentally left on the canvas. Does this count as fake?"

"Of course not count!" Lin Xiao was not panicked at all. He picked up a magnifying glass from the auction table and handed it to Tang Shihu. "Master Tang can look up along the traces at the end of the ink trace, and naturally understand what I mean."

Tang Shihu, who was half-believing and half-doubted, hesitated to take the magnifying glass, and according to Lin Xiao's wishes, he moved upward along the end of the ink trace. He was calm at first, but later on, the shock in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

It doesn't matter, it almost scared him to death.

"This, this is impossible!"

As Tang Shihu screamed, everyone's expressions became nervous.

"What's going on? Why didn't I find out? This anti-counterfeiting technique is a common technique for modern imitation masters. How could it appear on this canvas?"

Tang Shihu, whose eyes were dull, kept trembling, and he couldn't believe what he saw.

Because of an inadvertent, Tang Shihu gave up the study of the ink mark. His attention has always been on the painting itself, so he omitted the details of the edges and corners.

The ink mark was not left unintentionally, but a trace deliberately left by the imitator in order to prevent being deceived by his own paintings later. From shallow to deep, there are five to eight places, and through a special invisible painting method, the entire scroll was spread throughout.

Therefore, as long as people who understand this line and trace through the ink traces, they will find that these ink traces from shallow to deep are run through the lines of a very shallow scroll itself.

"Actually, this painting is imitated, but these people are afraid that they will be deceived and will leave anti-counterfeiting signs on their paintings. Although they are so slight that they can be ignored, how can they hide it in front of Master Tang?" Lin Xiao slapped a big and small flattery, but it made Tang Shihu's face red.

Lin Xiao's words were simply a slap in the face. If Tang Shihu really had great skills, he would not have regarded a fake as a genuine one.

"Master Tang! What's going on? This painting..." the manager walked over with a worried look on his face and asked anxiously.

Hurry!

"Oh!" Tang Shihu angrily put the painting into a ball and said hatefully, "This painting is fake. Even if it is realistic, it is fake!"

hiss……

The audience made a sound of gasping in the air.

Is Van Gogh's painting fake?

Many people felt a little glad, but fortunately they didn't continue to take pictures, otherwise they would have bought a fake painting for hundreds of millions of dollars, which would have been a huge loss.

"Master Tang! Tell me clearly! You can't harm me!" Jiang Yu ran out screaming and stared at Tang Shihu incredibly.

Tang Shihu sighed to the sky, his reputation today was ruined, but he was not the kind of person who was unvirtuous. Since he had confirmed the authenticity, there was nothing to hide. He said in a deep voice: "The painting is fake, a fake, worth up to one million!"

Dingdengdeng...

Jiang Yuru was struck by lightning, her eyes widened, and her legs almost fell down when she felt weak.
Chapter completed!