Just when Bai Lulu wanted to ridicule, Jiang Yi said, "...it's a fake painting."

"you!"

Bai Lulu's smile froze, and she felt embarrassed and annoyed in her heart.

"Haha, are you sure? If you get the first one wrong appraisal, you will lose directly."

"This painting was painted by a Song Dynasty master more than 800 years ago. It has an appraisal document. Someone once paid 50 million to buy it, but my Bai family refused."

Bai Lulu squinted her eyes and pretended to be Jiang Yi.

Not far away, Han Chengcheng's face was solemn.

Zhang Yuyan asked in a low voice: "Cousin, is that painting true or false?"

Han Chengcheng smiled bitterly: "I only know how to learn jade, but I have no research on painting."

"It's even more impossible for Xiaojiang, a person who graduated from elementary school, to understand. After that, he must be blind and misunderstood!" Zhang Yuyan's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

At this moment, the heartbeats of both of them accelerated at the same time.

"What is he doing?"

"Stop!"

Jiang Yi suddenly walked forward and tore off the framed famous painting.

An uproar was everywhere.

Everyone looked surprised.

The security guards glared and caught Jiang Yi just after the eldest lady gave her order.

Only Bai Lulu's eyes flashed with an accident.

"Crazy--"

The next second, this famous painting was torn apart by Jiang Yi.

boom!

The whole audience was in full bloom.

Zhang Yuyan's eyes turned dark and she almost fainted in Han Chengcheng's arms.

Han Chengcheng opened her mouth wide, incredible.

The security guards could no longer hold back and angrily rushed towards Jiang Yi.

However, Jiang Yi was not in a hurry and pulled out a thin line from the broken scroll and threw it on the ground.

"Nylon thread!"

"Artificial synthetic fibers that are only found in modern times!"

"Can the people of the Tang Dynasty produce it?"

"Miss Bai, I know you want to cheat me, but this is too obvious."

The audience was silent, and the security guards stopped.

Everyone can see that this "Picture of the Old Man in the Cloud" is indeed a fake.

"It's actually correct to identify it." A hint of surprise appeared in Han Chengcheng's eyes.

"Hmph, I must be confused. He has always been lucky in this regard." Zhang Yuyan patted her chest, breathed a sigh of relief, but her eyes were full of disdain.

Bai Lulu's expression was stiff, and she snorted coldly for a while: "You're right, there are two more pictures, continue."

At this time, Jiang Yi had already walked to the picture of "Lady Polo Picture".

Bai Lulu's heartbeat accelerated for no reason.

Although she was very sure, the other party would never pass this test.

However, Jiang Yi's calmness in every move made her feel inexplicably panicked.

"This painting..."

Jiang Yi pointed to the scroll: "It's also fake."

Bai Lulu's pupils shrank sharply.

An appraisal expert present coughed and said, "This painting is a famous painting by Master He, a famous palace painter of the Tang Dynasty. He learns the natural method, and has a great charm and creation. The smudge brushwork is also magnificent and detailed outlined with heavy ink, which can be released and closed, and there is stillness in movement. In addition, the signature, stamp, and painting paper are impeccable, all in the style of the Tang Dynasty. Why do you say it is a fake painting?"

Seeing the experts appear, Han Chengcheng and Zhang Yuyan's hearts were raised again.

Jiang Yi said lightly: "The reason is very simple. People in the Tang Dynasty had to tie their tails up to prevent them from affecting the game."

"The requirements for palace polo competitions are even stricter, and it is impossible to hang your ponytail."

"And in this painting, the ponytail was actually hanging, and it was obviously a fake imitation by an ignorant person."

"As for signatures, stamps, drawing paper, etc., modern technology can be reshaped, it's nothing."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at the scroll carefully. Sure enough, the ponytail was hanging.

Many people present, including Zhang Yuyan, looked at Jiang Yi with their eyes changed.

Han Chengcheng couldn't hide her surprise.

A small clerk who is considered to be a primary school education knows such an indifferent knowledge and even confronts a well-known appraisal expert that he can't speak.

This is completely beyond her perception.

The hall was quiet.

Many guests looked at Jiang Yi with admiration.

However, no one said anything.

After all, this is the Bai family territory and the home court of the Bai family’s eldest daughter.

Bai Lulu looked at Jiang Yi calmly and suddenly smiled.

"You know quite a lot. Yes, those two are fakes, not genuine works of ancient people."

"In fact, 90 million is just the purchase price of a painting "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains"..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Jiang Yi.

"You don't need to say so much to deceive me. This "Picture of Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is also not a genuine work by ancient people."

Bai Lulu's body suddenly stiffened, as if she was pinched to her throat and couldn't speak.

A Bai family member shouted: "This painting was sold at the First Auction of Hong Kong Capital, with invoices and appraisals! Are you questioning the auction association of Hong Kong Capital, or questioning the vision of my Bai family?"

"That's it! The heads of the Bai family have been masters of collections for generations, and they are famous figures in the collection industry. How can they be taken seriously?"

"When I look at this painting "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", both the style and artistic conception are unparalleled and difficult to pick. It is definitely the original handwritten by the famous ancient master."

"Yes, it's definitely the authentic one!"

Not only the Bai family questioned it, but even some bosses and experts questioned Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi sighed lightly, a trace of inexplicableness rose in his eyes, and then asked:

"Miss Bai, do you have to tell the truth in public?"

Bai Lulu's face changed slightly: "What's the truth? I don't understand what you are talking about!"

Jiang Yi smiled faintly and said:

"Of course it's the truth about this painting, its real author, and your Bai family, why did they spend 90 million yuan to buy a fake?"

"After all, its real author is Eternal Life..."

Bai Lu's face suddenly showed a look of panic.

"Stop your mouth!"

Although this painting is almost exactly the same as the original painting, it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity even if it is identified with computer instruments.

But it is indeed a fake.

And its copyist is the one who was once extremely prominent, with unparalleled power and wealth, which made the Bai family try their best to curry favor with it, but now it has become a great enemy of the country, and the Bai family tries hard to draw a clear line with it-

Former President of Eternal Life, the saint of the world!

In order to thank the Medical Saint for saving their heads, the Bai family spent a huge amount of money to purchase a batch of medical Saint's copying works.

It's a disguised gift.

It was also at that time that the core juniors such as Bai Lulu realized that the Medical Saint was actually a master-level boss in the calligraphy and painting world who emerged from nowhere.

Not only is his own unique painting style, he can also copy many famous paintings without differences.

And only the senior management of the Bai family and the Medical Saint himself know this secret.

How could he know about the young clerk of the jade shop in front of him???

Suddenly, a thought hit Bai Lulu.

She recalled the words her grandfather accidentally said when she came back from a call - the Medical Saint, who is actually not very old...

Although the Medical Saint has lost power and has become a public enemy of the country and has lost its whereabouts, there is an even more terrifying rumor:

The Medical Saint, he is actually the leader of the Dark Empire!

A terrifying figure who disrupts the world's storm with his own strength.

For a moment, a thick fear enveloped Bai Lulu.

She looked at Jiang Yi and asked in a trembling voice: "You, who are you?"
Chapter completed!