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Everyone was attracted by "Spring River Flower and Moonlight Night". Huang Xingyun walked to the safe in a few steps, walked around the safe for a few times, pondered for a moment, and said to Song Wenyuan, "Open it, let everyone have a look."

"That can't be done," Hong Yang walked over slowly, touched the safe, and said solemnly, "Our cabinet is isolated from ultraviolet rays. After taking it out, the external light radiation will have a devastating effect on the color of calligraphy and painting. Huang You don't know, don't you?"

The dark clouds that had covered Huang Xingyun's face all morning disappeared, making his old face look radiant at this moment. He waved his hand, "This room is full of scattered light, so it doesn't have much effect."

Hong Yang refused to give in, "Even if the light radiation is low, the water vapor, carbon dioxide and bacteria brought by people in the room are easy to attach to the painting, and it is easy to mold and fade after a long time. irreversible!"

Huang Xingyun smiled schemingly, "Xiao Hong, why are you obstructing me in every possible way? This painting is an authentic work by Tang Dynasty painter Jing Hao, but you lock it in a cabinet, so how can everyone appreciate it?"

Hong Yang sucked his teeth and said coolly, "You want to come out?"

"..." Huang Xingyun's blood pressure suddenly soared.

"Don't make trouble," Song Wenyuan took a step forward, and said gently to Huang Xingyun, "It's not that I try to stop you in every possible way, but I really don't dare to expose such a priceless ancient painting to danger."

Huang Xingyun, who had been looking for trouble all morning with a cold face, turned out to be very good-tempered at this moment, looking at this former little apprentice with tender eyes, and said lovingly, "Don't you even believe what I say? There are not a few ancient paintings in China, and there is no one that needs to be so cautious."

People also wanted to see the true face of Lushan Mountain, the authentic works of the Tang Dynasty, and they all agreed, asking Song Wenyuan to open the safe.

Song Wenyuan had no choice but to take out the painting and unfold it on the painting table next to it, and everyone was amazed.

Huang Xingyun walked over with his hands behind his back, looked down solemnly for a few minutes, his expression gradually became serious, and waved to the fellow old collectors, "Lao Zhang, Lao Li, come and see here."

The three old guys muttered around the ancient painting.

Kang Tianzhen came over with his head poking around, and asked innocently, "Did you find any problems?"

The big event is about to come true, Huang Xingyun was very excited, and when he turned around and saw his favorite junior, he was even more in a good mood. He pinched a few sparse beards on his chin, and waved his hands pretendingly, "It's hard to say, it's hard to say."

The smile on Song Wenyuan's face faded.

Hong Yang had already started yelling, "What is it that you can't say? Mr. Huang, don't make fun of us juniors. You say one thing and the other, so it's even more embarrassing to talk about it, okay?"

"You kid," Huang Xingyun looked at him displeasedly, "I just wanted to save face for you because you just opened, and I didn't want you to be embarrassed in front of so many people."

"Fuck, we are already embarrassed by what you said, okay?" Hong Yang said with a long face, "Don't think that if you pretend to be polite, you are kicking the club. Who doesn't know that you have a feud with Wen Yuan, so you want to come here on purpose." Wouldn't it be nice to find us!"

The truth hidden in his heart was exposed so mercilessly by him, Huang Xingyun couldn't hold back his old face.

"Brother Hong Yang, you can't say that," Kang Tianzhen squeezed out from behind Song Wenyuan.

Huang Xingyun suddenly burst into tears: "You're still so sweet and heart-warming, look at this handsome little face, look at this crisp little voice, look at this well-behaved demeanor... so cute why is it a boy?"

Hong Yang glanced at him carelessly, "Where did I say something wrong?"

Kang Tian said in a serious tone, "Mr. Huang is Song Wenyuan's mentor. Song Wenyuan has always admired him. There must be some misunderstanding between the two of you."

Everyone's appetite was whetted, and they all turned their heads to look this way. Everyone likes the gossip about master-student rivalry.

Song Wenyuan smiled wryly and shook his head, "To be honest, I couldn't figure it out when I was expelled suddenly from the sect. The day before, I was still preparing a birthday banquet in a friendly manner, but I received such news the next day. I couldn't bear to die at that time. .”

People muttered for a while, and some of them who had attended Huang Xingyun's birthday banquet also showed puzzled expressions. After all, seeing Song Wenyuan's cheerful and busy work the day before, it was obvious that he did not expect to be expelled from the school the next day.

Everyone looked at Huang Xingyun with condemnation: This man is really heartless. He must have been planning such a big thing as expulsion from the teacher for a long time. He didn't even tell Song Wenyuan to others, and asked him to give him a birthday banquet Before running and after running, the character is not good.

Huang Xingyun didn't know everyone's mental activities, but after listening to Song Wenyuan's confession, he always felt that everyone's eyes had changed, and he said angrily, "You know what you did!"

Song Wenyuan was at a loss, "What did I do?"

"..." Huang Xingyun's blood pressure suddenly spiked when he remembered what happened back then, but how could such a shameful thing be brought up to the public when he was threatened by his apprentice choking his neck?

He took a deep breath, and said in a cold voice, "I have already published a statement in the newspaper that it is inconsistent with your collection philosophy," he said, turned around, stood at the forefront of the crowd and looked at Song Wenyuan, as if the trial was being held with the support of the people General, loudly said, "You are not qualified to be my apprentice, Huang Xingyun, if you are pretending to be real."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar. In the antique industry, it is very common to pretend to be real. After all, collecting depends on everyone's eyesight. If the eyesight is not good, it deserves to be eyed. As the saying goes, Taoism has three houses. How common it is to get a hole and go bankrupt.

But when this is revealed out loud, it tastes different.

Song Wenyuan's face suddenly darkened, "Mr. Huang, I advise you to think twice before acting."

"If I hadn't been extremely disappointed in you, I wouldn't have severed the master-student relationship with you. After all, your father and I were very good friends when we were young." Huang Xingyun narrowed his eyes slightly, with a sigh of regret for the past, Sighing, "But, Wen Yuan, how can you imitate your ineffective father..."

Kang Tianzhen's face changed, and she rushed forward to stop him, "What nonsense are you talking about? If you have something to say, why do you want to expose others' faults?"

Huang Xingyun smiled, "To mention his father, how could it be an exposing fault?" He looked at Song Wenyuan lovingly, "Is that so, Wen Yuan? Are you ashamed to say that your father is Song Qiang?"

Song Wenyuan looked at him with a blank expression on his face.

Discussions came from the crowd, Song Qiang, that notorious antique dealer, who ate, drank, gambled, and cheated, is he actually Song Wenyuan's biological father? From this point of view, Song Wenyuan is really suspected of pretending to be the real one.

"Song Wenyuan has nothing to do with his father at all," Kang Tianzhen said loudly, "He will never sell fake products, we Song Wenyuan is a good man!"

Hong Yang folded his hands and leaned against Song Wenyuan, and laughed softly, "How does it feel to be sent a good card?"

There was a smile on the corner of Song Wenyuan's lips, "I'm still a little touched," after finishing speaking, he looked up at Huang Xingyun and said coldly, "Since you question my collection philosophy and keep saying that I'm passing the fake as the real one, then just say it, Where is the fake in my store? Where is it not true?"

Huang Xingyun pointed his big hand at "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" on the painting table, "This is fake!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! It's such a joke," Hong Yang laughed, "This "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" no matter the paper or the ink color, is the authentic product of the Tang Dynasty. Could it be that you are old and confused?"

Huang Xingyun said loudly, "The real piece of "Moonlight on the Spring River" is hidden in the hands of Mr. Wei, a famous collector in Beijing. If yours is the real one, isn't it possible that the one in Wei's hands is a fake?"

Kang Tianzhen panicked, "Oh my god, how is it possible? We are fake? It's so scary! Song Wenyuan, come and explain, I'm so worried."

Song Wenyuan laughed and rubbed his hair, "Mr. Huang is right, the real product is indeed in the hands of Mr. Wei, but he has already transferred it to me."

"Haha, Wen Yuan, don't you even dare to tell the truth now?" Huang Xingyun sneered, "You obviously got it from a small collector in Ningbo, how dare you use the name of Boss Wei?"

"Huh?" Kang Tianzhen raised his head, "Mr. Huang, how do you know where you got it from? We didn't tell anyone, could it be..." He covered his mouth suddenly, his big flickering eyes were full of Shimmering, who was hurt, trembled, "Could it be that you planned all this?"

Huang Xingyun's face changed, "What nonsense?"

Kang Tianzhen yelled heart-piercingly, "Mr. Huang, we have no grievances against you, why did you do this to us?"

"You...you kid, why are you so reckless?" Huang Xingyun didn't expect to be covered in a shit basin by him, and quickly separated the relationship, "There is no evidence, so don't talk nonsense."

"My young heart was severely hurt by you," Kang Tianzhen said painfully, clutching his chest, "Song Wenyuan, your teacher not only kicked you out of the school, but also wished that you would never stand up again. Tell me, how did you offend him? Can’t we apologize? Why do you use such indecent means?”

The miserable voice was so pitiful, Hong Yang couldn't bear to look directly at it, and covered his face in pain - he couldn't hold back his laughter anymore.

Song Wenyuan asked with a sad face, "Mr. Huang, is this really your game?"

"Don't talk nonsense!!!" Huang Xingyun jumped, "I have nothing to do with this painting!"

"Then why do you say that we are fakes with red lips and white teeth?" Kang Tianzhen yelled, "Ours is an authentic work from the Tang Dynasty, more than 600 years ago!"

Huang Xingyun sneered, "Xiao Tianzhen, how dare you say it's the real one? The real one is hidden in Mr. Wei's study. This is obviously a fake!"

Song Wenyuan said in a deep voice, "Since it is determined that this is a fake, please show evidence!"

"Since you want evidence, then I will give you evidence," Huang Xing turned around and said loudly to the crowd, "Jing Hao is the ancestor of the northern landscape painting school. The style of great water and thousands of miles of painting, but a fake is a fake, no matter how imitated it is, it can’t show the water halo ink stamp of the original work.” He sneered and pointed to a corner of the painting, “This distant mountain is a flaw, and the brushwork is immature. Ink is thin and thin, not at all the grandeur and distance that Jing Hao should have, even if he is a student of the Academy of Fine Arts, he will not be so immature."

People were amazed, and praised Huang Xingyun as the number one connoisseur of calligraphy and painting. His eyesight was really sharp, so no one could tell what kind of brushwork or ink was used.

Huang Xingyun complacently threw the ancient painting on the painting table, and said disdainfully, "Bring out such a despicable imitation and pass it off as the real one, Song Wenyuan, you really take everyone for fools."

"If you dare to say that father's collection is a fake, you are too foolish of my Wei family," a cold voice came from the door.

Everyone turned their heads and saw Wei Cong and Wang Sanxiao walking in side by side, their handsome faces covered with frost.