After the divorce, I became a god that my ex-wife couldn’t reach.

An understatement immediately caused an uproar.

Before Master Mu could speak, the middle-aged men following him immediately became uneasy.

"Young man, you can't talk nonsense. How could this be a fake?"

A big man with a boss's bag under his arm shook the fat on his face and said excitedly.

"Yes, this painting even appeared on TV when it was being auctioned. The relevant departments even held a welcome ceremony at that time, but you actually said it was a fake?"

"Looking at the painting technique, the painting techniques, and the appreciation seals of several famous people on it, how dare you say it's a fake?"

"I don't think he understands at all, and he's talking nonsense here!"

Faced with everyone's doubts and accusations, Pi Yangyang always looked calm.

However, Tang Ruijing was a little anxious and nervously grabbed Pi Yangyang's arm.

Pi Yangyang smiled lightly and comforted: "It's okay."

Zhu Jiale said with some annoyance: "Young man, don't talk nonsense. If you really don't understand, tell the truth. There is no need to pretend to understand."

Master Mu said with a preaching look: "Young man, since you think this is a fake, tell me, how did you judge it?"

Pi Yangyang said: "This painting is indeed exquisite in terms of fine brushwork. However, when appreciating ancient paintings, one does not blindly make judgments based on this alone. Looking at modern times, it is not impossible that the fine brushwork is better than that of the ancients. , isn’t it?”

Da Beitou sneered and said disdainfully: "Then according to you, who should make the judgment?"

Pi Yangyang said: "You can tell whether it is fake based on its painting style or the year of the painting paper."

"That's nonsense. This is the first time I heard that one can judge the authenticity based on the style of painting. Furthermore, if you say the year of the painting paper, anyone who is not blind can tell it. Doesn't this painting not have a year?"

Da Beitou became even more disdainful and immediately refuted it.

Pi Yangyang glanced at him and said: "It's complicated, I'm afraid you don't understand. The painting paper is indeed yellow and brown, not because it is old, but because this painting was painted with special tea. Yes. This is a common way of making things old. Since you are lovers of ancient calligraphy and painting, you must understand it, right?"

Master Mu's eyes flickered for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal and asked in a deep voice: "You said that this painting was aged with tea. What evidence do you have?"

Pi Yangyang pointed to a part of the painting and said: "Look carefully, is the color of the paper here a little different from the surrounding colors? This is because the coloring is uneven during the process of forgery. And the real ancient paintings , both sides are evenly colored.”

As he spoke, he lifted up the scroll, turned it over, and continued: "If you look at the reverse side, it will be even more obvious. There are still some traces of being brushed on it!"

"You...you are forcing things!"

Da Beitou's face turned red and he said unconvinced.

Pi Yangyang put the scroll away, pointed to a pavilion on the picture and said: "Look here again, does it feel a little rough? A real masterpiece must have clear strokes. If it were painted like this, the author would definitely not be satisfied. Future generations will not regard it as a treasure!"

Immediately, he looked at Zhu Jiale and said calmly: "Boss, can you take apart the scroll rod? You can tell the authenticity at a glance!"

Zhu Jiale's hand shook for a moment, and then he said with a guilty conscience: "This is a painting worth more than 20 million yuan. Take it apart as you say? Who will be responsible if it is damaged?"

Pi Yangyang said firmly: "If it is taken apart, I cannot prove that it is a fake, and I will be responsible. If it is a fake, what do you say?"

At this time, more and more people were watching, and one of them said: "Boss, don't you dare to dismantle it. Is this painting really a fake?"

Zhu Jiale's lips trembled, and then he said: "Okay, everyone will be witnesses. If he can't prove that this painting is a fake, you must seek justice for me!"

As he spoke, he carefully opened the scroll rod and took out the drawing paper.

When they saw the paper inside the rolling rod, some people onlookers exclaimed, "Why is this... white?"

Now, even people who don't know how to appreciate ancient calligraphy and paintings understand it.

Since it is calligraphy and painting handed down from ancient times, the entire paper will change color over time. How is it possible that the scroll part has changed, but the inside of the scroll rod still looks like new?

This is the part inside that is ignored when making false claims.

Even the few middle-aged people following Master Mu were stunned, showing incredulous expressions.

"Is this... really a fake?"

Da Beitou also made a sound of disbelief.

These people were specially invited to help me because they admired Master Mu.

Unexpectedly, the person they always respected as a master would actually get a blind eye.

Moreover, he didn't even notice such an obvious fake.

Several people were pounding in their hearts because they often asked Master Mu to help them appreciate and buy the collection.

With this master's eyesight, could the collection that helped them look after it in the past also be fakes?

"Is it really a lie?"

Tang Ruijing breathed a sigh of relief and said with some surprise.

Zhu Jiale was sweating profusely and murmured: "Impossible, how could it be fake? My friend obviously spent more than 20 million to bid for it abroad... There must be something wrong..."

However, his eyes flickered, obviously looking for a step for himself.

The scene was completely silent, everyone looked at the painting in surprise and felt unbelievable.

But before his words faded, an old but energetic voice sounded: "This gentleman is right, this painting is indeed a fake."

Hearing this voice, Pi Yangyang was startled and turned his head to look.

Outside the crowd, I saw an old man standing. It was Wang Xingyuan, the master of appreciation who had met once in Fengcheng.

At this time, Wang Xingyuan also looked over, smiled and nodded at him.

"Who are you? Why are you talking nonsense?"

The clerk in the store became anxious and immediately shouted angrily at Wang Xingyuan.

A young man next to Wang Xingyuan said proudly: "This is Master Wang Xingyuan from the provincial capital! Do you dare to say that what he said is nonsense?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked.

Everyone's eyes fell on Wang Xingyuan.

Da Beitou said with a face of surprise: "You are Master Wang, the famous treasure appraisal expert in our province? I have only seen him on TV before, but I didn't expect you to come to Qingjiang..."

These antique lovers, even if they don't know Wang Xingyuan, have heard of his name, and they will even follow Wang Xingyuan's programs.

In their minds, this is the real master, and it would be a great honor to be able to see it with their own eyes.

"Master Wang?"

Zhu Jiale was also surprised. He naturally knew Wang Xingyuan's reputation and status in the antique world, but he didn't expect that this big shot in the industry would come to his store quietly.

With Wang Xingyuan's words, no one could doubt whether what Pi Yangyang said was true or false.

Beads of sweat appeared on Master Mu's temples, with a stern look on his face, "Since Master Wang said so... this painting must be a fake..."

Zhu Jiale rolled his eyes, and after a moment, he said angrily: "Damn it, I still consider him a good friend, but he actually used a fake to fool me!"

As he spoke, he looked furious and wanted to grab the scroll on the table, as if he wanted to tear it up.

Pi Yangyang quickly stretched out his hand to block it and said: "No, although this painting is a fake, the imitator has profound skills and has made it lifelike, so... this painting is not worthless. If it is torn up like this, isn't it a waste? "

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was stunned.