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"Of course!"

Zhao Ziquan's expression was determined, and his slightly raised jaw revealed absolute confidence.

Hearing this, Jiang Chengxi blinked at Jiang Mianmian who was under the stage, but her thin red lips were a little puzzled: "But it's not right, Master Zhao, this painting is clearly an early morning scene, not a night scene at all, are you reading it wrong?" gone?"

"Impossible!" Zhao Ziquan categorically denied it.

Pointing to the painting on the left, he said righteously: "I sat on Xiaoya Mountain for a day and drew this painting. I remember it clearly. I painted a night scene!"

"What month's night scene?"

"June!"

"What time is the night scene?"

"After the handover between the sea and the sky, the night scene at eight o'clock!"

"What's in the sea?"

"A cruise ship is about to set sail!"

"Master Zhao, what is here?"

"Venus!"

"Also, this painting is..."

"Are you finished!" Zhao Ziquan was a little annoyed, glaring at Jiang Chengxi fiercely, and said viciously: "Although I am very grateful that you like my paintings, I have already identified the true from the false. If Mr. Xiao doesn't believe it, Then return the painting to me, and I will return the money to you in full!"

As an artist, everyone has a temper!
Of course, the most important thing, Zhao Ziquan always felt that he seemed to be tricked, and the person in front of him had no good intentions at all!

I can no longer let him lead me by the nose.

Hearing this, Jiang Chengxi touched the tip of his nose, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he apologized in a good-tempered manner.

"I'm sorry, don't I like it too much? I'm afraid of being cheated. After buying it back, I researched it day and night, and finally found out that this painting may be a fake! That's why I have some doubts about Master Zhao's conclusion."

"You do not want……"

"Master Zhao, don't worry, listen to me slowly!"

Jiang Chengxi interrupted Zhao Ziquan's anger with a smile, and slowly stood in front of the painting he recognized as real.

"Everyone can also listen to see if I'm right... First of all, Master Zhao said that his painting is the night scene of Xiaoya Mountain in June, so the location of the Venus should be in the west, but the Venus in this painting In the East, am I right?"

He could pause for a moment, so that the audience could clearly distinguish between true and false.

"That's right, the orientation of Xiaoya Mountain is southwest, and the position of the morning star should be on the left, but it is on the right in the picture!"

"Could it be that Master Zhao made a mistake?"

"What the hell is going on? Why is the painting wrong?"

The chattering voice reached Zhao Ziquan's ears, making his chubby and greasy face quickly turn pale.

He stared at "Dark Color" in disbelief, and looked at Modu suddenly, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

But Jiang Chengxi's rebuttal did not end, he clapped his hands and continued: "Okay, let's look at the second point, you said this is a cruise ship setting sail, but as far as I know, there was no record of a ship setting sail on the night of June last year , Master Zhao is painting out of thin air?"

Zhao Ziquan's breath was stagnant, but he was stiff and at a loss when he met Jiang Chengxi's playful eyes.

However, the scene that made him suffer and despair was not over yet.

Jiang Chengxi glanced at him lightly, and pointed to the position of the seal with his finger.

"Third, as we all know, Master Zhao is not only good at painting, but also good at engraving seals. I wonder if Master Zhao can engrave a seal for me on the spot. Don't worry, I will buy it for you for 1000 million yuan!"

Zhao Ziquan staggered unconsciously, clasped his palms vigorously, and stammered: "I, I don't..."

"Master Zhao, are you unwilling to agree? The price is not enough? 2000 million? As long as Master Zhao is willing, you can pay as much as you want!" Jiang Chengxi forced him with a smile.

At that moment, Zhao Ziquan only felt that half of his foot had stepped into the mud, and he only needed to push lightly, and he would be lost forever!

No, he couldn't be in such a situation!
He has been painting for 30 years, and no one cares about him. He is too eager to succeed, so when he found Modu, he was full of excitement... He cut off all the outlets for Modu, snatched his paintings with peace of mind, and enjoyed the fame and fortune. Satisfaction from the body.

All of this is so wonderful, he doesn't want to lose, doesn't want to lose, can't lose!

Zhao Ziquan gritted his teeth resentfully, after a while, he finally regained some energy, and pulled away the corners of his stiff mouth: "It's not that I don't want to carve for you, it's just that it's not suitable now!"

"Oh, that's it!" Jiang Chengxi held his chin in a regretful tone.

"Since you can't carve, why don't you give me some ink pads? Master Zhao, I wonder whose ink pad you used?"

Hearing this, Zhao Ziquan pulled the corner of his mouth reluctantly: "I..."

"The ink pad of the Zhang family in Hengyang. I heard Master Zhao said before that the ink pad of the Zhang family in Hengyang is bright in color, fine in texture, and does not fade for a long time. It is the top grade among the ink pads. He only uses the ink pad of the Zhang family!"

A little cutie couldn't wait to reveal the answer.

Tsk tsk, Jiang Chengxi almost wanted to applaud him, it was just in time!
He secretly smiled from the bottom of his heart, but on his face he looked puzzled: "Inkpad from the Zhang family in Hengyang? But when I look at the authentic "Dark Color" inkpad, there is a slight hint of gold powder, and it even oozes and blurs. It looks like the Zhang family's ink pad, did Master Zhao buy it wrong?"

Zhao Ziquan: "...I, no, it's because he remembered wrongly, I just bought it casually!"

"you are lying!"

Modu, who was silent for a long time, finally spoke.

He stood beside Zhao Ziquan with big strides, his eyes were full of hatred, the dark eyes showed endless hatred.

"You didn't buy that ink pad at all. My wife made it for me. There is only one box in this world! Zhao Ziquan, you can take away my work, but you can take away my wife's stuff!"

He looked at Zhao Ziquan with sharp blades hidden in his eyes.

If possible, Zhao Ziquan has no doubt that the man in front of him will kill him!
But the long-standing arrogance made him not have much awe of Modu, on the contrary, he was even full of arrogance.

Now, he was taken aback by Zhao Modu, after a brief moment of fear, there was endless anger.

"If you fart, you just bought it casually, not..."

"Then take out the ink pad and see if the ink pad you have now is the same as the one in the painting?" Modu asked him expressionlessly.

Zhao Ziquan was speechless!

He can't get it out!
"Master Zhao, take another look..." Jiang Chengxi sneered, not without irony: "Is the "Dark Color" in front of you real or fake?"

Zhao Ziquan collapsed to the ground in an instant. It is true, as an author, can he even remember the scenes in the painting?Saying it is fake, isn't that admitting that he doesn't even know his own paintings?

Whether it is true or not, it is a wrong answer!
He is completely finished!

"It seems that Master Zhao doesn't know the answer, why don't we hand this over to the police?" Jiang Chengxi squatted in front of Zhao Ziquan and asked him with a smile.

Zhao Ziquan's pupils were tightly shrunk, and he felt that what he saw in front of him was a devil who wanted to tear him to pieces!

Mo Du on the side looked at Zhao Ziquan's embarrassed appearance, and slowly smiled... The truth is finally revealed, Ling Lan, wait for me, I will share the good news with you right away, okay?