My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Lin Jinghua's original intention was to help Yang Feng resolve the embarrassment.

But after hearing his words, his expression suddenly paused.

"Mr. Yang, this is..."

Lin Jinghua didn't understand what he meant.

Lin Xue next to her also secretly pinched Yang Feng's arm under the table, as if to remind him not to talk nonsense.

Yang Feng didn't feel anything at all, and said with a smile: "What I'm saying is, since everyone loves Zhang Daqian's works so much, why don't you take a good look at them?"

He repeated what he had just said.

Lin Jinghua seemed to realize what Yang Feng meant at this moment.

Huang Wenhao felt even more amused and said arrogantly: "Mr. Yang, I bought my painting at Gudiexuan. You have to think clearly."

"Does it mean that things bought in big stores must be more expensive?"

Yang Feng asked back.

These words caused the atmosphere to fall into silence.

Lin Jinghua also said at this time: "In that case, why don't we take a good look at this painting? Regardless of whether it is true or false, at least it is a work of art."

He spoke, and everyone restrained themselves a lot at this time.

And they were also curious about the level of Yang Feng's fake product.

But it was only at this moment that Huang Wenhao's expression was a bit sullen.

Originally, he just wanted to teach Yang Feng a small lesson, but he didn't expect that this kid would actively seek death.

In front of so many people, he was going to be embarrassed today.

Everyone present actually took Huang Wenhao's work as real from the first impression.

Now when I appreciate Yang Feng's painting, I do so with a somewhat critical eye, wanting to find flaws in it.

Even Lin Jinghua was a little confused at this time.

But after a while, everyone became slightly silent at this time.

They looked at the painting carefully, but they couldn't find out where the fraud was.

"what happened?"

Li Dexuan was a little curious at this time.

Lin Jinghua also felt strange and said, "How about taking out the other painting and taking a look?"

"I think this is just right. Let's compare it."

Everyone agreed immediately.

Because with the expert eyes of people like them, they can't tell what the problem is with this work at all.

It is precisely because of this that the atmosphere is slightly tense.

Lin Xue didn't understand this, but looked at it curiously for a while, and finally asked Yang Feng in a low voice: "What on earth is going on?"

"This painting is a scrap I picked up from a store."

"how much did you spend?"

"10 yuan."

"what?"

Lin Xue almost couldn't help but fall off the stool.

10 yuan to pick up missing items?

You know, the things Huang Wenhao gave as gifts cost at least tens of millions.

She already had the result in her mind at this time, and said helplessly: "My grandfather gave you the steps just now, you shouldn't cause trouble anymore."

"It's okay, let everyone take a look."

Yang Feng didn't care and just kept eating there.

His understatement also made many people curious about him.

However, at this time, everyone studied the two paintings, but in the end it seemed that they did not form a unified opinion.

Lin Jinghua also looked at a friend not far away for help at this time and said, "Old Ding, what do you think?"

The old Ding he was talking about.

It is Ding Kun who is very authoritative in this circle.

This person's professional direction is painting appraisal, which is slightly different from Han Yunfu's epigraphy.

After all, there is no all-rounder in this industry.

Ding Kun had actually been looking at it for a long time, and finally came to Huang Wenhao's painting.

Such a scene made everyone seem to understand.

"Oh~ It seems that expensive things are better."

The crowd sighed.

No matter how authentic this fake is, it still cannot deceive the eyes of experts.

Everyone looked at Yang Feng at this time, with a little more sympathy in their expressions.

This kid has humiliated himself in such a public place, and now it's finally time to be exposed.

"Old Ding, what's going on?"

Lin Jinghua felt something bad in his heart.

Ding Kun laughed and said: "Don't be nervous, but based on my research on Zhang Daqian's many works..."

Everyone's hearts reached their throats.

But Huang Wenhao became more and more proud.

"This thing given by a descendant of the Huang family is a fake."

Ding Kun finally spoke.

Huang Wenhao was still there, and said sternly: "Chengcheng, I just know that Mr. Lin likes Zhang Daqian, so...what! Is mine fake?"

Huang Wenhao reacted suddenly and looked at Ding Kun in confusion.

Everyone had incredible expressions.

how can that be! ?

Not to mention them, even the Lin family members were in disbelief.

Because everyone can see that the paintings sent by Yang Feng are far inferior to Huang Wenhao in terms of packaging and source.

Lin Jinghua is an upright person.

He looked serious at this time and said: "Old Lin, although Mr. Yang saved me, you should not deliberately cater to such a large number of people, otherwise it will not be fair to the younger generations of the Huang family."

"Haha, I'm not going to smash my own sign just for this."

Ding Kun laughed and asked people to hang up the two paintings. Then he walked to the front and said: "At first glance, the difference between the two paintings is indeed very small, but if you really look closely, you will see that they are still the same." You can tell the difference.”

"Tell me now."

"Zhang Daqian's painting style has three periods: he studied Shi Tao and Bada Shanren in his early years, was influenced by Dunhuang murals in the middle period, and innovated in splashing ink and color in the later period. His brushwork is neat and neat, the colors are bright and rich, and the charm is vivid and spiritual."

Ding Kun said and continued: "As for the fake paintings, the brushwork is weak and dull, the colors are dim and monotonous, and the charm lacks a sense of integrity."

"what do you mean……"

"Although it is a deliberate imitation, the overall quality of the painting on the right is obviously not as good as the one on the left. Moreover, this painting is a splash-ink painting made in his later years. The colors and combinations on the left are obviously more crisp and vivid, while the one on the right is more like It’s Dong Shi’s imitation.”

Ding Kun's words made everyone suddenly enlightened.

They looked carefully towards the place where they had finished writing, and indeed found some clues at this time.

"Looking at the paper again, most of Zhang Daqian's paintings are made of rice paper and silk, and the texture is thick when selected, and there are some watermarks. Although the degree of imitation of this fake is very high, in terms of hand feel, due to time constraints, it is actually There is still a slight difference.”

Ding Kun smiled, looked at Huang Wenhao and said: "This painting of yours is a top-notch fake, but a fake is a fake after all. It can deceive most people, but it cannot deceive me."