Unparalleled Immortal Physician

"How can I have the same knowledge as a stunned young man?"

Meng Lao pretended to be generous and waved his hand.

"However, since this guy says it's a fake, I want to hear his opinion? Could it be that we are all laymen and he is the only one who can appraise ancient paintings?"

Elder Meng continued.

He has been in the industry for many years, and it was the first time someone dismantled him face to face. Naturally, he was full of anger and decided to embarrass Zhang Fan.

"Yes, let him speak clearly!"

"It's clearly an authentic painting, how can people smear it indiscriminately?"

"If even Mr. Meng is under suspicion, is there still anyone in the world to appraise ancient paintings?"

"Take the wrong medicine! Hmph."

Everyone looked at Zhang Fan at this time, as if they saw a monkey strayed into a grand banquet and sat drinking with the guests. How could they tolerate this foreigner?

You Pengju was the most annoyed at this time: only one second away, Mr. Meng was about to sign, and the 500 million yuan was about to be obtained.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Fan interjected from the middle, making things confusing:

At least, Meng Lao's psychology will be affected to some extent, and this big deal immediately adds a lot of uncertainty.

"Zhang Fan!" You Pengju's face was distorted, and there was a cold murderous look in his voice, but it was more of a disdainful sarcasm:

"If you don't fight for three days, go to Fangjiewa! If you dare to talk nonsense, I will tell you here: If I can send you to the detention center twice, I can send you to the third time!"

You Pengju's words are killing two birds with one stone:

It can not only deter Zhang Fan and make him shut up, but also let Mr. Meng understand that Zhang Fan and You Pengju have a grudge, and Zhang Fan's picks are for personal revenge.

These words really worked, and everyone began to discuss:

"Oh, I have a grudge with Mr. You."

"This kid is here to fight!"

"Second entry into the palace? Wow, you scum! Why did you sneak into the VIP room?"

"It seems that I really need to reflect to the manager here. The auction center is not a vegetable market, and anyone can enter!"

Hearing these harsh comments, Zhang Fan folded his hands on his chest, smiled, and said calmly, "Is the fart finished? It's time for me to say a few words."

"Say it, tell it quickly—"

Old Meng handed the painting to Zhang Fan and urged him.

At this moment, Mr. Meng was anxious to hear what Zhang Fan had to say, and he also had a trace of worry in his heart:

Could it be that there is something wrong with this painting?

"This painting is a high imitation, and the imitation date is no more than one year old."

Zhang Fan said calmly.

"Is there any evidence?"

Elder Meng's face became even more ugly, as if he had been slapped severely by Zhang Fan.

"There must be evidence, otherwise, how dare I be so sure?" Zhang Fan looked confident.

"Point it out—" Meng Lao spread the painting flat on the coffee table, "Where is the evidence of imitation?"

Zhang Fan shook his head: "At present, this painting is still owned by Young Master, and I must obtain the consent of Young Master before I can point out the evidence."

"why?"

"Because I need to take a part of the painting apart." Zhang Fan looked at You Pengju with a smile.

Now, the ball hits You Pengju's feet.

You Pengju said sarcastically:

"Destroy the painting? Zhang Fan, you were beaten up in the detention center, right? This is a masterpiece through the ages. Do you think it's an old newspaper that was plastered on the walls of your house?"

Zhang Fan smiled again, and said leisurely to Mr. Meng: "Since Mr. You has ghosts in his heart, and he dare not let me expose the deception in person, then just ignore what I said before. Mr. Meng, you should sign the check to Mr. You." Come on, my lord, everyone is happy."

Come on, kick the ball to Meng Lao again.

Meng Lao was in a panic:

Zhang Fan wants to tear down the painting?Is there really something wrong with the painting?

No, I can't just buy back a controversial painting.

If this mystery is not solved, even if I buy it home and want to resell it to make money in a few years, I am afraid the buyer will be suspicious.

In that case, the painting would be difficult to sell.

Thinking of this, Mr. Meng seemingly picked up the signature pen unintentionally, but it was actually a huge hint. He coughed lightly:

"My lord, look—"

Meng Lao's meaning is already obvious: I will not sign the check if the painting is not demolished.

"If you damage a famous painting, can you afford it?" You Pengju asked contemptuously.

"If it's really a famous painting, I really can't afford it."

"Hmph, even if you sell your small thatched cottage, it won't be worth a painting scroll on it."

"However, it's a fake painting, so what if it gets damaged?" Zhang Fan laughed.

Meng Lao felt that Mr. You's worry was justified, so he asked:

"Zhang Fan, how do you disassemble the painting?"

"Haha, I didn't intend to destroy this painting on a large scale. If the young master agrees, I will find flaws in the blank spaces!"

Meng Lao nodded slightly, then turned to You Pengju and said, "Young Master, since it's a blank space—"

Now the buyer Meng Lao asked for a painting inspection, and Yu Pengju had to take it seriously:

If you keep obstructing it, Mr. Meng will definitely not buy it.

Meng Lao didn't dare to buy it, which was equivalent to announcing the "death sentence" of this painting. Would others dare to buy it?

I'm afraid this genuine painting will rot in our house!

700 million investment in vain?

"Okay, the test is possible, but you have to bet on it, otherwise, if you don't find any flaws in the test, wouldn't it be cheaper for the troublemaker?"

You Pengju tilted Zhang Fan fiercely.

"How to bet?" Zhang Fan asked.

"If this painting is a fake, I'll eat it on the spot!"

"The old classmate has a good appetite!" Zhang Fan praised.

"If this painting is genuine, you will pay me 20 yuan! How about it?"

When Zhang Fan heard this, he turned his head up and smiled, "I told you, old classmate, you can eat it, I believe it. But, I'll pay 20 yuan, don't you think it's less?"

You Pengju sneered and said:

"As a farmer who can't find a job after graduation and lives by selling fake medicines, how much money do you, Zhang Fan, have? I can assure you that 20 yuan will allow you to bear debts that you will never repay for the rest of your life!"

Zhang Fan looked disdainful:

"Okay, since my old classmate took care of me and refused to ask me to pay more, then I must appreciate it."

"It's a word."

Zhang Fan asked again: "Meng Lao, let's make it like this?"

"Both parties have no objection, so it can naturally be settled."

Old Meng nodded.

"Okay!" Zhang Fan responded.

He first walked into the bathroom, tore off a piece of toilet paper from the paper tube, wet it with tap water, and returned to the coffee table.

Use wet toilet paper to press the lower right corner of the scroll, and moisten a small piece there.

Then, he took a paper cutter from the waiter and carefully picked apart the pasted lace nest paper with the blade.

When the lace nest paper was lifted to about the size of a thumb, a line of small characters was revealed inside!