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

This painting is of a horse.

In the picture, there are more than a dozen horses galloping on a grassland, which looks very lifelike.

Just talking about the painting skills, even if this painting is not authentic, it is definitely worth a lot of money.

After Long Huailu and Nie Qiuning looked at it, their expressions showed surprise.

Especially after touching and feeling it with his hands, Long Huailu couldn't help but nod his head and said: "What a good thing. Judging from the period of the rice paper and the style of painting, it is very good."

"Well, and Castiglione's painting style has always been a combination of Chinese and Western styles, such as the composition and use of colors, plus the processing of lines."

Nie Qiuning couldn't help but nod.

He Dongliang also looked at the two of them and said, "Do you think this is genuine?"

"Mr. He, you know, we dare not say that it is true at first sight, but this thing is indeed very extraordinary."

Nie Qiuning said at this time, looked at Yang Feng again, and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Yang?"

“I don’t know much about Castiglione.”

Yang Feng spoke first.

He is not being modest, but because most of his knowledge actually comes from using his photographic memory in the past few months.

It is natural and normal to have some omissions.

However, Yang Feng still said: "I just know some of Lang Shining's painting styles. For example, he usually has relatively strong emotional expressions in his paintings, whether it is loneliness, melancholy or longing. This painting seems to have some thoughts about the future. eager."

"Yes, Mr. Yang is right."

"And I remember that Mr. Castiglione also expressed the characteristics of the times in a very special way. For example, there were previous works in the Three Gorges series of the Yangtze River, which reflected history and culture."

Yang Feng said and continued to understand: "The artistic conception of this painting seems to have the atmosphere of a special horse farm in the north."

"When you put it like that, we really feel that we are very similar."

Long Huailu recalled.

Nie Qiuning next to him said: "Brother, didn't we go there some time ago? It's over in the northern suburbs of the capital."

"Yes, I remembered too."

Long Huailu nodded repeatedly.

When Yang Feng said this, the two of them became much more serious.

They began to study the authenticity of the painting from the aspect of mounting skills.

After all, it is a work by Castiglione.

Works of this level are extremely rare, and whenever they appear, they are highly priced.

They just watched it for a while and didn't dare to make a conclusion.

Especially when Yang Feng is here.

Time passed by minute by minute.

After about ten minutes, the room suddenly became much quieter.

Zhao Zhuwei was a little uncomfortable, so she pulled Yang Feng's arm and whispered: "Yang Feng, do you see it?"

"Ah."

Yang Feng nodded, looked at Long Huailu, and said, "You two seniors should talk first."

"Hey, Mr. Yang is my master's friend, and he has such abilities. How can we be called seniors?"

Long Huailu looked flattered, but then he still said: "But based on the fact that we have been looking at it for so long, and comparing it with our previous experience of going to the museum to see the real thing, this thing is most likely real."

"Well, that's what I think too. It would be a bit unbelievable to say that this thing is old."

Nie Qiuning also nodded.

The two have used many methods to mobilize all the knowledge about identification in their minds.

But I couldn't find any flaws in this.

From this point of view, this thing should be absolutely authentic.

When He Dongliang saw several people saying this, he asked, "How do you think this is true?"

"I think this should be true if nothing else happens."

Long Huailu nodded.

Nie Qiuning also said: "Yes, this thing is very consistent with our knowledge, and the mounting is also very perfect. It should have been brought from the palace and then re-mounted and passed down. Especially the traces on it are all There are traces of inheritance.”

"Well, this signature is also very correct. Whether it is the font or the position, it is the standard seal of the palace."

Long Huailu watched carefully.

He Dongliang felt proud, looked at Yang Feng, and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Yang?"

"This is..."

Just as Yang Feng was about to speak, the red light in the collection room turned on.

Then, Boss Wu walked in from outside.

His sudden appearance broke the atmosphere in the collection room.

"Old Wu, what's going on?"

He Dongliang asked strangely.

Boss Wu's expression was a little nervous and he said: "Mr. He, someone is here from outside. They are from the Biler family."

"A member of the Birrell family?"

He Dongliang was a little strange.

I have very little contact with this big family, so why would I suddenly come here?

"How many are they?"

He Dongliang asked.

Boss Wu thought for a while and said, "There should be three cars and a dozen people. It sounds like they are here to find someone."

"It seems they are coming to find us..."

Zhao Zhuwei was about to speak but was stopped by Yang Feng's look.

He Dongliang didn't think much about it, and just said: "That's all, we have just finished watching Castiglione's paintings here, and we are still waiting for Mr. Yang's speech. It is really unlucky for them to come."

"This one……"

"I heard that Mr. Yang's vision has never been missed, so I also want to ask Mr. Yang to give a conclusion about this work, that is, is the thing I bought worth it?"

He Dongliang glanced at his watch. He felt that it was necessary to spend these 2 minutes to let Yang Feng speak out.

After all, this is his first step.

He wants to break the myth that Yang Feng knows everything.

He wanted to let people know that even Yang Feng could make mistakes.

However, Yang Feng just smiled and said: "This work is indeed impeccable, and it is worthy of being bought by Mr. He himself."

"Why, Mr. Yang doesn't dare to make a judgment?"

He Dongliang asked with squinted eyes.

Yang Feng shook his head and said: "No, I don't need to tell whether this thing is true or false, but I think Mr. He must know someone."

"Oh?"

He Dongliang was confused and said: "Who is it?"

"Seinfeld, he must have been in Bacheng recently, right?"

Yang Feng's words caused He Dongliang's expression to change drastically.

The other people nearby looked puzzled when they heard this, but when they saw He Dongliang's expression, they realized that this man's name must have a very special meaning to him.

"Who is this Seinfeld?"

Long Huailu was stunned.

He has been in the antique circle for so long and has never heard of this person's name.

"Could he be from the Song family?"

Nie Qiuning was confused.

Yang Feng smiled, looked at He Dongliang, and said, "It seems that what I said is correct. Mr. He probably bought this thing from Song Fei."

"You! How do you know?!"

He Dongliang pointed at Yang Feng, somewhat incredulous.

Yang Feng smiled and said relaxedly: "Because I feel that in the whole world, no one except Seinfeld can produce such a wonderful thing, and it can even be considered seamless."