320: C320 Dissecting Layer

C320 Dissecting Layer

Although he didn't believe it in his heart, he seemed to be vaguely able to hear the words "Tang Yin's Hedonist Fan Diagram". It was a different phrase that made Zhao Liang, who was originally prepared to enjoy the privilege of winning, freeze.

"Little Brother Ye, can you say it again? This old man is a bit deaf and couldn't hear it clearly."

Zhao Liang was stunned for a moment before he said to Ye Mo.

Ye Mo was silent for a moment. After which, he looked at Zhao Liang's eyes that were as sinister as an old wolf and said in a calm voice.

"The most valuable work of this Treasure Convention is the painting that Old Master Tang brought. It's the《 Mountain Stone Painting》 drawn by Zhu Huang from the Eight Mountains."

"NO!" But! "Yes!"

Zhao Liang waved his hand, completely refusing to accept this so-called reality. He had spent a great deal of effort and money to get this painting with the word "Tang Yin" just for the sake of winning today's bet. No matter what the bet was on, he didn't come here to witness the victory of others!

"Little Brother Ye, your evaluation might still be lacking a little bit. Master Wuqing Zi, what is your conclusion?"

Zhao Liang straightened his neck and refused to accept his fate. He turned around and looked at Wuqing Zi, hoping that Wuqing Zi would give him a "fair" judgement.

Wuqing Zi sighed and said lightly.

"Mr. Zhao, my conclusion is the same as little friend Ye's. Just by looking at the value of the" Hedonist Fan Diagram "in your hand, it isn't as valuable as Mr. Tang's" Mountain Stone Diagram "."

Wuqing Zi explained.

This time, Zhao Liang was also speechless. You said that the younger generation's conclusion was inaccurate, alright, reasonable, and should be replaced. Then, Wuqing Zi personally repeated his conclusion. What could he do now?

Doubt Wuqing Zi?

Crazy?

At this moment, Zhao Liang's expression was the same as the face of Ji Yuan Tang, who was still in the shadow of bankruptcy. Zhao Liang's face suddenly looked the same as the face of Ji Yuan Tang, who was still in the shadow of bankruptcy, and the face of Zhao Liang, who was also dead.

Wuqing Zi seemed to realize that Zhao Liang was not calm at the moment. He turned around and looked at Liu Tie, "Little friend Ye, please explain to Mr. Zhao why."

"Yes."

Wu Tie nodded. With a simple sweep of his gaze, he discovered that he had once again become the focus of the entire stadium. Even the aloof Old Master Tang looked over without leaving any trace. The few of them were very curious about this comparison.

"The reason why I said that this' Hedonist Fan Diagram 'with an inscription on it is not as valuable as the' Mountain Stone Diagram 'is because of some cultural reason, but because... This painting is fake. "

Ye Mo Yu was not one to be scared out of his wits, and the moment he opened his mouth, he was already prepared.

As expected, after Ye Mo finished his sentence, the entire audience was completely silent, even the usually aloof Old Master Tang had a rare stunned expression on his face. As for Zhao Liang, the expression on his face seemed to freeze, then it turned into an incredulous expression, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Little Brother Ye, you can't speak carelessly just because you want to eat food. I have looked through several experts and spent tens of millions to get this painting from the old man. If you mean that cultural knowledge determines the value of the market, then this painting is inferior to Brother Tang's, but isn't the word 'fake' a bit too sloppy?"

When Zhao Liang's words came out, even Qi Hongtai, who usually did not deal with Zhao Liang, felt that it was reasonable. After all, for people like them, an eye-opener, or in other words, a fake product, was extremely unlikely to be bought, because for people like them, who had an identity like Zhao Liang, it was a rather shameful thing.

Taking out a fake was undoubtedly announcing in the circle that they didn't have any taste or eyesight at all. This was a relatively low price, so they would usually find a different person to identify the real deal before taking it out. That's why the old people had such strange expressions when Ye Mo said it was fake.

"A fake is a fake. The reason why I couldn't see through it was because the person who did it was too skillful, but in order to prevent his own painting from being taken out to do something illegal, he still left some tricks behind so I could see through it."

After saying that, Ye Mo did not waste any more time explaining and made an exaggerated action. In front of everyone, he pulled out a silver needle from his sleeve, and then inserted it diagonally into the white spot on the "Hedonist Fan Diagram".

"What are you doing!"

The girl surnamed Zhao suddenly stood up in excitement. Her long, shapely eyebrows slanted upwards as she shouted in anger.

Ye Mo's actions were undoubtedly destroying the painting. For an older painting, any damage would undoubtedly reduce the value of the painting. After being stabbed by Ye Mo, the painting would be destroyed, and even if it was repaired by an expert, it would still be devalued.

"Quickly stop, can you afford to pay for the damage?!"1

Ye Mo didn't even turn his head. He continued with his hand movements and said, "If it's true, I will compensate you ten times more."

Zhao Liang's body trembled as he watched Ye Mo destroy the painting. However, he held back his actions and did not act up immediately. He waited for the next part.

Wuqing Zi also watched Ye Mo's actions with interest. He also didn't expect Ye Mo to make such a move.

After Ye Mo inserted the silver needle, he closed his eyes and carefully felt it for a while. Then, like a sewing machine, his fingers moved quickly, piercing out a circle along the right side of the paper. Then, with a gentle squeeze of his fingers, he forcibly cut off a layer of paper that looked like a layer of intersecting layers with the silver needle.

After the paper was taken away, what was exposed was not rough scraps of paper, but a layer of smooth interlayer with an almost untraceable steel imprint on it. It was the word "Industry".

"What?!" "How is this possible!?"

"Oh my god! There is actually such a setup! "

"This..." "This is simply …"

"..."

When the steel seal leaked, everyone was shocked. Only Wuqing Zi was not surprised. He sighed and looked a little depressed.

"I think the existence of this imprint should be sufficient to explain the problem. This painting was not painted by Tang Yin, but was copied by a master in the present age. This" industrial "character was left behind by this master in order to prevent his painting from being used as an illegal exchange, just like the" public face "in the Facebook page. And this master's name is Qing Yanzi."

Ye Mo slowly put the paper aside and said after putting away the silver needle.

"Before this, I have seen another of Senior Qing Ye's works. The one that is imitated is Dong Qichang's calligraphy. That calligraphy should have been written in his later years, it could even be said to have copied Dong Qichang's calligraphy to the extent of being fake and real. Even an appraiser of Central Plains Province had been struck by it and almost recognized it by mistake."

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