"Old Ye, can you see this painting?" Ye Mo cast a consultation look at Ye Weidong.

Ye Weidong smiled faintly, and he said to Ye Mo: "Don't call me Old Ye, you can call me Uncle Ye. You are my savior. Of course you can see this painting."

Ye Mo nodded. The reason why he was interested in this painting was because his spiritual consciousness just now realized that there was not much historical vicissitudes in this painting, which means that Ye Mo suspected that the painting was a fake.

The spiritual consciousness of a practitioner is a very keen thing, and he can feel the breath of time passing. The breath of time passing on ordinary antiques cannot be faked at all.

Ye Weidong called the butler. The butler in a tuxedo looked polite. After wearing white gloves with both hands, he carefully pulled the painting out of the tube and slowly unfolded it on the table.

"Ye Mo, it's not that I'm stingy. This painting is too precious, so you can only see it, not touch it." Ye Weidong looked at Ye Mo apologetically and said.

Ye Mo nodded and said that he knew. He came to the picture and looked carefully and found that the painting was indeed extraordinary, because the technique of painting this painting and the feeling of ethereality really make people intoxicated.

These few strokes outline a feeling of high mountains and far away waters, and indifferent and clear ambitions. The artistic conception revealed by this painting is indeed intoxicating.

"It's not bad. Even a layman who doesn't understand art thinks that this painting has a timeless artistic conception, and it's worth savoring the wonderful feeling that comes out of it, which is really hard to say." Ye Mo praised.

Hearing Ye Mo's praise, Ye Weidong smiled very satisfied. He laughed and said, "Ye Mo, you have great eyesight. If you don't talk about the value of this painting, it would be amazing just to talk about his artistic value. Moreover, the owner of this painting was originally a famous painter, and it has been at least eight hundred years since then."

Seeing Ye Weidong liked this painting so much, Ye Mo felt that it would not make much sense to tell the truth.

After all, for people like Ye Weidong, money is no longer very important. He likes an object from the bottom of his heart. No matter whether the painting is true or false, it has no meaning to Ye Weidong.

Just as Ye Mo was about to bury this secret in his heart, Ye Weidong's next words made Ye Mo hesitate again.

"Although I like this painting very much, I don't plan to stay by my side. I plan to give it to someone who is very important to me." Ye Weidong said.

The person Ye Weidong was going to send the painting must be a person of high status. If a fake was sent over and was discovered by someone, it would be almost a catastrophic blow to Ye Weidong. That's why Ye Mo hesitated from the bottom of his heart whether to tell the secret that the painting was fake.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Mo still pointed indirectly and said to Ye Weidong: "Uncle Ye, have you seen this painting with an expert?"

Ye Weidong was originally a human-like figure, and any subtle expression of Ye Mo could not escape his eyes. So when he didn't ask this question overnight, Ye Weidong almost immediately realized that Ye Mo was doubting the authenticity of the painting.

He shook his head immediately and said with a confident look on his face: "Don't worry, this painting is definitely true. It was sold to me by a friend who has lived a life."
Chapter completed!