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"Wait, let me take a look again. It seems that I overlooked a detail just now?" Ma Lijin suddenly stopped.

what's the situation?
Seeing the behavior of the surname Ma, Xu Qiang knew there must be something tricky.

The one surnamed Ma has already moved closer, and even took out a folding magnifying glass from his pocket to examine the part of the seal carefully.

If you don't know who he is appraising, and see him looking at a painting so seriously, you will definitely think he is a pervert.

"Sorry, I may have said something wrong just now, I'm not sure that this painting is the real work of Tang Bohu!" Putting away the magnifying glass, Ma Lijin looked at Xu Qiang with a smile.

He overturned the conclusion just now and refused to admit that it was Tang Bohu's authentic work.

Xu Qiang frowned, what else could he do?
How thick-skinned is this?

In fact, everyone present could see that the man surnamed Ma was talking nonsense with his eyes wide open, and his purpose was very simple. Everyone could understand what was going on.

The problem is that when it comes to antique appraisal, among all the people present, only Xu Qiang and Ma are professional, and Du Zhiqiang barely knows it.

However, these three people are all involved, and without a third party as the referee, as long as the death surnamed Ma refuses to admit that it is an authentic work, no one can do anything to him?
The person surnamed Ma also saw this, so he deliberately said he was not sure. He was very sure that as long as he did not admit that it was Tang Bohu's authentic work, Xu Qiang's words alone would not be enough to decide who would win and who would win.

"I really underestimated the thickness of your skin!" Xu Qiang sneered.

"It's not right for you to say that. I'm just not sure if Tang Bohu's words are true or not!" Ma Lijin didn't feel embarrassed at all.

He even showed a provocative look in his eyes, looking very proud.

"Sorry, I went to the wrong place..." At this moment, I heard a voice from the direction of the stairs. It turned out that a man in his 50s broke into this floor by mistake.

Reminded by the waiter, the man turned around and was about to leave.

"Uncle Zhao..." Han Xuefei suddenly spoke.

"Xuefei, why are you here?" Hearing Han Xuefei's cry, the man turned his head and looked at Han Xuefei who came over in surprise.

"I was at a party with some classmates. I didn't expect to meet you, Uncle Zhao!"

"Coincidentally, some people from the association and I were also having a party. I didn't expect to go to the wrong floor..."

"Uncle Zhao, let me introduce you. This is my husband Xu Qiang. This is Uncle Zhao, the vice president of the Bingcheng Antique Association. He is the Taishan Beidou in the Bingcheng antique circle. He is especially good at appraising calligraphy and painting!" Han Xuefei Introduce Xu Qiang and the men over 50 to each other.

"Hi, President Zhao!" Xu Qiang stretched out his hand quickly.

"I regard Xuefei as my own niece. Since you are Xuefei's husband, you can call me Uncle Zhao together with him!" Vice President Zhao said with a smile.

"Hello, Uncle Zhao!" Ma Lijin also came over.

As a person in the ice city antique industry, he is of course very familiar with the ice city antique association. He is also a member of the ice city antique association.

And among their Ma family seniors, some are also one of the vice presidents.

"It turned out to be Li Jin, I didn't expect you to be here!" Vice President Zhao said with a smile.

As the vice president of the Antiques Association, he certainly knows the rising stars in the Bingcheng antiques industry and the leading figures of the younger generation in the Bingcheng antiques industry.

"Uncle Zhao, we just uncovered a painting. The bottom layer is a painting of Tang Bohu. I just don't know if it is true or not. Please help me, Uncle Zhao!" Han Xuefei finally revealed his purpose.

Seeing President Zhao appear just now, she immediately thought of an idea.

When it comes to antique identification, Ma Lijin is an expert.

However, compared with President Zhao, there is still a big gap between Ma Lijin and President Zhao, both in ability and prestige.

If Chairman Zhao helps to identify, Ma Lijin has no way to deny it.

"President Zhao is busy with affairs, I don't think there is any need to delay President Zhao's time..." Ma Lijin's eyelids twitched. When he saw President Zhao and Han Xuefei going to say hello just now, he realized that something was wrong. .

Now that he has a bad premonition test, Han Xuefei really invites President Zhao to appraise it.

President Zhao's identification ability is too clear, much stronger than him.

He can see it, President Zhao can't see it.

"Is it Tang Bohu's painting?" President Zhao's eyes lit up immediately.

"Yes, it's just that we can't confirm whether it's true or not!" Xu Qiang responded with a smile.

Xu Qiang laughed, but Ma Lijin couldn't laugh anymore.

Because President Zhao acted as if he didn't hear what he said just now not to waste time, obviously he couldn't stop President Zhao from going for the appraisal.

But he could only try to dissuade him, it was impossible to forcefully stop him, so he could only follow Chairman Zhao with a bitter face, all the way to Tang Bohu's painting.

As soon as he came to the table, Chairman Zhao showed an obsessed look.

"Looking at the style of painting, it is completely in line with Tang Bohu's style..." Chairman Zhao commented while reading, his mouth full of praise.

Soon, I read it from the beginning to the end, and commented on it from the beginning to the end, but I didn't say anything worthy of scrutiny, all of which were praises.

"Uncle Zhao, so it's Tang Bohu's authentic work?" Han Xuefei asked with a smile.

"Obviously it is an authentic work, and it is a work of Tang Bohu's peak period. In addition, it is very well preserved. Among all the authentic works of Tang Bohu that have been circulated, its value can at least rank among the top three!" Chairman Zhao didn't know that Xu Qiang and Ma Li There is no scruple in commenting on the bet between Jin.

It's authentic!
The crowd immediately began to discuss. Just now they suspected that Ma Lijin was lying, but no one could refute Ma Lijin's point of view. After all, everyone is a layman, and Ma Lijin is an expert.

It's different now. The conclusion of Vice President Zhao of the Antique Association is naturally more credible and convincing than Ma Lijin's conclusion.

Moreover, most of the people present knew Vice President Zhao.

After all, he is the vice president of the Antique Association, and he often participates in some public events, so he can be considered a public figure even in the ice city.

"Vice President Zhao, how much is this painting worth?" Someone couldn't help asking.

"At the end of last year, there was an auction of an authentic painting of Tang Bohu in Bingcheng. Its artistic level is comparable to this one, but the preservation is slightly worse. The final transaction price was more than [-] million yuan. This painting should be more expensive!"

Everyone gasped, it was too valuable!
Although before Vice President Zhao, when Xu Qiang and Ma Lijin made a bet, they also said that the value was over [-] million, but it was not as shocking as Vice President Zhao's words.

"Li Jin, is this painting yours? Did you identify it?" After answering the price, Vice President Zhao turned to look at Ma Lijin next to him.

As the vice president of the Antiques Association, he is very familiar with people in the Bingcheng antique circle, especially him who has outstanding abilities.

Among the people present, in his opinion, only Ma Lijin had this ability.

boom!
Malikin blushed.

Isn't that hitting him in the face?
The painting is indeed his, but there is a time limit. It used to be his, but now he has sold it to Xu Qiang for a dollar.

And he didn't identify it. In fact, he drilled it. He bought it as an imitation of Zheng Banqiao's ancient painting in the Republic of China. It was Xu Qiang who found another painting underneath.

"Uncle Zhao, the painting used to be Ma Lijin's, but was bought by Xu Qiang at a low price, and then he realized that the painting was weird..." Han Xuefei brought over the bamboo painting imitating Zheng Banqiao just picked up as she spoke. .

The two paintings are placed side by side on the table, and they are exactly the same size.

"Young people are amazing! It's not easy to see this kind of method of hiding paintings in paintings. Even I may not be able to see it. How did you see it?" President Zhao threw Ma Lijin into the On the side, asked Xu Qiang with interest.

damn it!
Abandoned by Vice President Zhao, Ma Lijin's face suddenly became gloomy.

It's bloody Xu Qiang again!
He wished he could rush forward and kick Xu Qiang far away.

"Actually, I don't understand antiques at all, and I don't even know how to identify antiques. I can find that there are two paintings, because the lower left corner of this painting is separated. I thought it was broken at the time, but it turned out to be a closer look. I found something was wrong, it was because the two paintings were pasted together..." Xu Qiang explained with a smile.

The reason was far-fetched, and the corners of Ma Lijin's mouth twitched.

lie!

Xu is lying!

But he found that he could only curse Xu Qiang in his heart, because even if he knew Xu Qiang was lying and made up a ridiculous reason, he couldn't expose it at all.

Because the two paintings have been separated now, what is the state of the lower left corner when there is no way to verify the demand?
"You don't know how to appraise antiques?" Vice President Zhao was surprised by Xu Qiang's answer.

In his opinion, the person who can see through this kind of clever method of hiding paintings in paintings must be a person with very strong ability in antique appraisal, not even inferior to him.

But Xu Qiang told him that it was a coincidence that a person who didn't know how to appraise antiques missed an ancient painting worth hundreds of millions.

This is a golden pie falling from the sky, right?
"I don't understand, I don't understand at all!" Xu Qiang nodded and said very seriously.

He has a certain ability to appreciate works of art, but appreciation is not appraisal. Appreciation is the evaluation of artistic value, and appraisal is the judgment of true and false.

"He's really a layman in antiques!" Ma Lijin clenched his fists, perhaps too hard, and his knuckles turned white.

Xu Qiang had said before that he didn't know how to appraise antiques.

At that time, he thought Xu Qiang was lying and humiliating him.

But now that Xu Qiang solemnly said in front of Vice President Zhao that he didn't understand antique appraisal, the possibility of lying was extremely small, after all, Vice President Zhao's identity was unusual.

This made him even more ashamed.

As one of the leading figures of the younger generation in the antique world in Bingcheng, he lost to a person who didn't understand antiques at all. What kind of face does he have to continue to hang out in the antique circle?

"It's bad. Now that Vice President Zhao has verified that it's Tang Bohu's authentic work, I'm the one who loses. After a while, the person surnamed Xu will make me call "Sightless" [-] times..." Annoyed, Ma Lijin thought of another thing.

At this time, Han Xuefei sent out an invitation, inviting Vice President Zhao to stay.

"Excuse me, this is a party for you young people, why am I an old man getting involved?" Vice President Zhao refused with a smile.

He is now in his sixties, and Han Xuefei's classmates present at the party are all under 30 years old, and the age gap is unusually large.

It is difficult to have a common language unless talking about technical issues.

Soon, Vice President Zhao was sent away by everyone.

"Now I'm sure I won, Ma Lijin, should you, hey, where is Ma Lijin?" Sending away Vice President Zhao, Xu Qiang is going to settle accounts with Ma Lijin.

But just halfway through his speech, he found that the target was gone.

When sending off Vice President Zhao just now, Ma Lijin was still in the crowd, and within a few minutes, the man surnamed Ma disappeared.