Refusing to become a receiver, the system asked me to go back to farming

"Hehe, little brother, I'll let someone arrange it now. Let's chat casually. Just now, little brother said that my painting is a fake. There should be no basis for it, right?"

The reason why Huang Guangqing asked this question was not because he really wanted Zhang Hai to say something, he just wanted to find a chance to talk to Zhang Hai more.

It must be a lie to be sent to Yucheng by the master's family and say that he doesn't want to go back.

But if he can bring back such a young innate master, then his status in the Huang family will naturally rise.

If this young innate master can break through to the realm of a master, then the old guys in the family will probably ask him to be the head of the family.

Thinking of this, Huang Guangqing couldn't help showing a smile, which made everyone around feel puzzled.

Only one young man gave Zhang Hai a resentful look, and then disappeared into the crowd in desperation.

His plan to become famous this time has been completely ruined. He doesn't know what is good or not, and what's the use of fighting hard.

Now if you want to do well, you have to have a high IQ, and he thinks that he is Zhuge alive.

Of course, there is a reason for this. He helped his family negotiate a big business worth hundreds of millions.

Of course, Zhang Hai didn't care about the young man's departure at all. To him, the young man was just a passer-by, and it wasn't worth his troubles at all.

"If you really want to know why this painting is a fake, then take it down and I can prove it to you."

Zhang Hai said softly.

"This……"

There was a trace of hesitation in Huang Guangqing's eyes.

This "Autumn Wind Holding a Fan Picture" is a treasure he has treasured for many years. If he hadn't come to Yucheng, in order to gain fame, he would not be willing to show it.

Although the price is 1000 million, it's not because he cares about money, but because of art. People in the antique business like them pay attention to this the most.

"Go, take down the painting and show it to the little brother."

In the end, Huang Guangqing figured it out, it was meaningless to lose a lot because of a small one.

"Dad, you..."

Huang Jiajia is very aware of the significance of this painting to his father, but now he has someone take down the painting and show it to Zhang Hai.

This means that her father thinks that Zhang Hai has the face and the qualifications.

Otherwise, not everyone can hold this famous painting in their hands and look at it.

To put it bluntly, these antique calligraphy and paintings are all old antiques, and if one is not careful, irreversible scars will be left on them. If Zhang Hai deliberately plays tricks, the painting may be destroyed.

Could it be that after the painting, Zhang Hai did not hesitate at all, and directly shattered the frame, and then gently pinched two fingers, and this "Autumn Wind Holding a Fan Picture" instantly peeled off a layer of yellow paper, while the Autumn Wind Holding a Fan picture A sentence appeared on the back.

"Made, I was tricked by a bastard, so I decided to be a bastard, and trick another idiot like me."

Seeing this sentence, Huang Qingsheng's mind seemed to explode instantly, and he stood there blankly.

"This, this is actually a fake painting..."

Not only Huang Guangqing, but even those who had already dispersed all turned their heads around with disbelief on their faces.

"I'm going, no way, this "Autumn Wind Holding a Fan Picture" turned out to be a fake, I heard that the Huang family master spent more than 1000 million to take this painting at the auction, and even owed favors to several people! "

"Hush... Let's not talk about this matter. If Patriarch Huang annoys you, you will be finished."

"What's the matter? Their Wenmo Pavilion actually produced a fake one. That means their Wenmo Pavilion's level is limited. If they are not allowed to tell the truth, then the reputation of this Wenmo Pavilion has long been ruined."

Huang Guangqing heard everyone's comments, but he was not angry, only full of bitterness in his heart, and his eyes fell on Zhang Hai.

"How did you see it, sir, please teach me."

"Hehe, Mr. Huang don't need to be depressed. You gain only when you lose. Although this "Autumn Wind Holding a Fan Picture" is fake, this "Linshui Furong Picture" is indeed true."

A smile appeared on Zhang Hai's face.

If there is no treasure of secrets, he must not understand anything.

But when he saw the painting for the first time, he used Tianji Baojian to appraise it, and he found this very interesting thing.

This painting turned out to be a picture-in-picture. Someone hid the real painting behind the fake one. I don't know if this person knew or didn't know. To do such a behavior is really a bold and talented person.

I am afraid that if one of the steps is wrong, it will lead to the destruction of this painting.

Of course, the person who did this was probably also thinking about selling a fake painting as a real painting, and then after the painting is sold, he is looking for someone to expose it, and then find a way to get the painting back. As for why he did this Do, then it is not clear.

"What do you mean, sir?"

The respect on Huang Guangqing's face became more and more obvious, and he was completely overwhelmed by Zhang Hai's ability.

If it was because of force that made him afraid of Zhang Hai, then now it is because of his leadership in the industry that he has respect.

"Hehe, Mr. Huang, let someone bring a basin of water."

Zhang Hai chuckled and said slowly.

Everyone looked here curiously.

There is a question in my mind.

How can this "Autumn Wind Holding a Fan Picture" become "Linshui Furong Picture"?
Soon, a large basin of water was brought over, Zhang Hai picked up the yellow paper he had peeled off, and gently covered the surface of the water.

Soon, the yellow paper began to slowly change, and a "Picture of Linshui Furong" was displayed in front of everyone.

"Mr. Huang, do you understand now?"

"Okay, what a Linshui Furong, so it's like this..."

There was a flash of surprise in Huang Guangqing's eyes. He had been exposed to countless antique calligraphy and paintings since he was a child, and this was the first time he encountered such a miraculous thing.

"Although the lotus painting near the water has appeared, if it is to be preserved, it needs to be smoked and dried in a special way. Otherwise, this painting may only be a flash in the pan and will be destroyed."

Zhang Hai said softly.

"Then dare to ask, sir, can you tell me what to do in this way?"

Huang Guangqing has been completely convinced by Zhang Hai now, even if Zhang Hai says that all his paintings here are fake without any reason, he will let people burn them all without hesitation.

"It's simple, let someone take the painting up with a wooden board, and then apply a special layer of wax to the painting..."

Zhang Hai told Huang Guangqing all the steps in detail, and Huang Guangqing asked someone to do it with excitement.

If this "Lotus at Linshui Picture" is successfully preserved, its value will be dozens of times higher than that of "Autumn Wind Holding a Fan".

Not for anything else, just the appearance of the hibiscus in water is enough.