1626: C1626 Fake

C1626 Fake

Xiao Rong couldn't bear to see Mao Xiaojun appear in such a high-end occasion, so she was filled with anger in her heart.

"Mom, I don't know what's going on either. If you know what's going on, just shut up and watch carefully. Don't talk too much."

Xiao Rong pinched Wang Jing when her daughter said that. "Stupid girl, did your wings grow stronger? Are you mocking your mother? You just wait. I will teach you a lesson in the future."

After saying that, she really stopped nagging and quietly looked at the stage.

She hoped that the country bumpkin would make a fool of himself in front of everyone. Only then would she feel happy in her heart.

Of course, Liang Ruji and the others also saw Mao Xiaojun.

Liang Ruji felt very surprised. Why did Little Jun also come to participate in Zhou Hexiang's private collection exhibition?

Furthermore, he was even held by a girl. What was going on?

He was wondering in his heart when Zhou Yajun, who was standing behind him, suddenly said to his own father, "Dad, why did Yamei pull a man onto the stage?"

Zhou Henan also looked confused. "I also don't know why Yamei brought a little kid here."

Through their conversation, Liang Ruji understood.

The woman who pulled Mao Xiaojun was Zhou Haonan's daughter. Her name should be Zhou Yamei.

However, he was puzzled. How did Zhou Haonan's daughter know Little Jun?

Looking at the two of them on stage, it felt very intimate.

He simply did not make a sound and stared at Mao Xiaojun and the others on the stage from afar.

Zhou Henan said, "Let's wait and see what the situation is."

Gao Yuanyuan and Hong Wenxiu, who were standing in the middle and at the back, were even more shocked.

Gao Yuanyuan did not expect Mao Xiaojun to enter such a high-end occasion.

She suddenly felt a little angry in her heart. Last night, she went to the beach with Mao Xiaojun and went to Dongfang Ming Zhu, but this guy did not mention that he was going to participate in Zhou Hexiang's private collection exhibition today.

Little Jun, this guy was really infuriating.

Hong Wenxiu stared at Mao Xiaojun, her eyes turning red.

Why did bumpkin also come here to collect items?

Furthermore, it was the young mistress of the Zhou Family, Zhou Yamei, who held his hand as she walked up to the platform.

On the platform, his brother was displaying the calligraphy and painting of the great master of the Ming Dynasty, Wen Zhengming. Could it be that Zhou Yamei was pulling him up to watch the painting?

What was the relationship between Zhou Yamei and this country bumpkin?

Hong Wenxiu was very puzzled in her heart and could only quietly look at the country bumpkin and make a fool of himself.

At this moment, the two people standing behind Gao Yuanyuan and Hong Wenxiu also started to whisper.

"Mom, isn't this the Mao Xiaojun who came to our house yesterday afternoon? Why did he come to Uncle Zhou's private collection exhibition?"

"That kid is from the countryside. Why does he know Zhou Family?" Soong Yue also had a curious look on her face. Today, the sun really came from the west.

Originally, she had called her niece Soong Xin last night and asked her niece to break up with Mao Xiaojun, saying that their identities were not worthy.

On the other side, she had only said a few perfunctory words to settle the matter.

Today, why was this Tu Badao so awesome all of a sudden?

It seemed like he had to take a look at the situation first.

"Girl, let's take a look first. Your mother doesn't believe that Tu Badao will become a golden bun." Soong Yue said softly to her daughter, Yang Zi, who was standing beside her.

Yang Zi also didn't say anything and stood beside her mother, quietly looking at the stage.

At this moment, the person who was the most furious in her heart was Hong Wenzhong, who was standing on the stage.

Never in his dreams would he have thought that the young mistress of Zhou Family, Zhou Yamei, would actually pull Mao Xiaojun, a hillbilly, onto the stage to view the ancient paintings that he brought.

The painting that his family kept was worth tens of millions. If Mao Xiaojun, a hillbilly, looked at it closely, how could he not be angry?

Zhou Hexiang, who was standing beside Hong Wenzhong, saw his niece dragging a young man onto the stage. He knew very well that this young man was Mao Xiaojun, whom Shen Nanfu had sent to visit the collection exhibition.

"Uncle, this is the collection exhibition that Old Master Shen sent here to visit."

Zhou Yamei, who was on the platform, looked at the elders on the stage and nodded at them. She then introduced Mao Xiaojun to her uncle.

Mao Xiaojun smiled and nodded at Zhou Hexiang. "Hello, Uncle Zhou. My name is Mao Xiaojun."

Zhou Hexiang looked at Mao Xiaojun and immediately went up to shake hands with him with a smile.

"Little Jun, I didn't expect you to be so young and promising. You are so young, you are already Old Master Shen's right-hand man."

Mao Xiaojun held Zhou Hexiang's hand and said modestly, "You flatter me. I came to Shanghai along the way and happened to know Old Master Shen. So, he asked me to come here on his behalf. "

Everyone knew that Mao Xiaojun was being modest. Zhou Hexiang didn't want to get entangled in this matter anymore. He pulled Mao Xiaojun to the large mahogany platform in the middle of the platform and said, "Little Jun, come and take a look. This was a collection brought by Hong Wenzhong from the Hong Family. It was the authentic work of the Ming Dynasty great painter, Wen Zhengming, Lotuses Competition Map. Old Master Shen said that you had a unique insight into ancient calligraphy and paintings. Come and take a look at this collection. How do you feel?"

Zhou Hexiang pulled Mao Xiaojun to admire the ancient paintings brought by Hong Wenzhong. This was something that no one present could have imagined.

Zhou Hexiang was so polite to this young man. Could it be that this fellow had a very impressive identity?

The people below the stage couldn't figure it out, so they could only continue to watch the changes on the stage.

Hong Wenzhong's heart had already become as violent as thunder, but in front of so many elders, he could only bear with it.

What a country bumpkin! After the exhibition ends, I'll get someone to teach you a lesson.

"Uncle Zhou, take a look, give me your opinion!" In front of everyone, Hong Wenzhong was still very polite.

Zhou Hexiang nodded at Hong Wenzhong, then let Mao Xiaojun stand in the middle of the mahogany table and carefully look at the Lotuses Competition Map that Hong Wenzhong brought.

In fact, Mao Xiaojun was also very puzzled in his heart.

Old Master Shen had also asked him to bring the Lotuses Competition Map, and the painting in front of him was also the Lotuses Competition Map. Could there be two such paintings in this world?

Impossible, then one of them must be fake.

Mao Xiaojun took a closer look at the painting on the mahogany table and felt that it was filled with an ancient style.

The lotus flowers were competing to bloom in the water, and the painting was also extremely outstanding. The entire painting was vivid and lifelike, and it gave people a refreshing feeling.

The entire painting looked like it was made by a famous ancient family that had been preserved for hundreds of years.

Even though the entire painting was so realistic, there were no flaws at all.

However, Mao Xiaojun discovered that this painting lacked the flowing ancient Qi, which meant that the essence and soul of the painting was missing.0

The great works of the ancient masters would form a thick flow of Qi on the surface of the painting.

The ancient Qi in Shen Nanfu's' Lotuses Competition Map 'was thick, but this painting in front of him did not have any ancient Qi at all.

Ordinary people would not be able to see the ancient Qi. Mao Xiaojun's eyes had developed for the second time, and after having a special ability, he was able to see the ancient Qi in the painting.

Zhou Hexiang, who was standing beside Mao Xiaojun, saw that Mao Xiaojun had been watching it for a long time, so he asked with a smile, "Little Jun, how's the painting?"

He had thought that Mao Xiaojun would praise him, but this guy said, "Uncle Zhou, this painting is an imitation. It is not really made by Wen Zhengming, the great master of the Ming Dynasty."

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