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A circle of onlookers bent down in unison, stretched their necks, and carefully identified the line of characters. Someone read softly:

"The Sanren of Yunhai was copied in the year of 20xx."

The year is only a year and a half away!

All in all, when Youjia bought this painting, it had only been published for half a year!

Zhang Fan struck while the iron was hot, and further reminded: "In addition to signing, everyone also observe the color of the paper!"

Only then did everyone notice the situation of the paper:

Indeed, the rice paper covered by the lace nest paper and the rice paper in the picture are different in color!

The paper on the picture is slightly yellowed, but the covered part is as white as snow!

Obviously, this painting was originally painted on new rice paper, and the counterfeiter used sulfur to fumigate the painting, but of course the part covered by the rice paper was not smoked, it was still brand new and white!

This painting is undoubtedly a fake! ! !

There was deathly silence around, and everyone was dumbfounded by this spectacle!

Most people in the calligraphy and painting industry know one thing:

In province n, there is a master copyist named Yunhai Sanren, who is one of the few masters in the world today. The ancient paintings he copied are often passed down to the world, and criminals take them as genuine works for profit!

Later, Yunhai Sanren felt that his reputation had been ruined, learned his lesson, and marked the date of copying on his copied works to prevent being tampered with.

Everyone sighed:

"It really is a fake!"

"If it weren't for uncovering it, who would have thought it was fake!"

"In this world, people's hearts are not ancient!"

Meng Lao said nothing, lowered his head, and kept rubbing the check in his hand, slowly tearing it into pieces, crumpling it into a ball, and throwing it into the ashtray

50 years, 50 years in business!

I have appraised countless antique calligraphy and paintings, and never missed them, so I am famous all over the world!

I never expected that today I would fall headfirst into the gutter.

Face, face is shattered!

But he couldn't blame Zhang Fan in front of him, and he had to thank him.

The hateful thing is that Yujia actually used fake paintings to fool you!

At this time, it was Pengju who was more disturbing than Mr. Meng:

The things that Youjia spent 700 million to photograph, turned into waste paper in a blink of an eye!

You Pengju stood still like a clay sculpture, with a pair of dead fish eyes, staring at the small characters on the painting, his face was already as purple as an eggplant.

Zhang Fan patted You Pengju on the shoulder lightly, and said in a concerned tone, "Old classmate, you have to hold on!"

You Pengju shrugged suddenly, shook off Zhang Fan's hand, reached out to grab the painting on the coffee table, curled up, turned and left.

"Hey, old classmate, bet, bet!"

Zhang Fan giggled and chased after him.

He stretched out his hand to grab You Pengju's shoulder, and with a light flick, like playing with a chicken, he pulled You Pengju over and pushed!

You Pengju's body turned 360 degrees involuntarily!

He tried his best to stand still, and his heart tightened:

I personally experienced Zhang Fan's strength today, it's really amazing!

And Zhang Fan's hand was still on his shoulder, as if being scooped by the bucket of an excavator, it was irresistible at all.

A sense of despair that was completely manipulated by Zhang Fan.

The last time I saw Zhang Fan blowing two bodyguards away at the Sunshine Hotel!

At this moment, his abdominal muscles couldn't help shivering, and his crotch was warm—small incontinence.

"Why, the old classmate wants to renege on the debt?" Zhang Fan smiled, pointed at the painting with his finger, and pointed at You Pengju's mouth, "Are you hungry? It's not too late to leave after eating the painting!"

Urinary incontinence, the brain is not incontinent yet, Yu Pengju had an idea:

What Zhang Fan lacks the most is money, let's throw money at him!

Thinking of this, he took out 2 yuan from his bag and handed it to Zhang Fan, with that condescending tone still in his mouth:

"Zhang Fan, instead of letting me eat this painting, why not pay 2 yuan?"

Zhang Fan glanced at the wad of money, and twitched his mouth:

Can the depth of hatred for You Pengju be measured by 2 yuan?

"Wrong! Old classmate, on the contrary, for me, it is more meaningful for you to eat this painting than 2 yuan!"

You Pengju was cornered.

Trapped beasts are still fighting!

He couldn't help but winked at the two followers.

These two attendants were recently selected by Pengju from the graduates of the martial arts school, and one of them has won the provincial Sanda champion, with extraordinary strength.

No matter how powerful Zhang Fan is, he may not be the opponent of the champion!

You Pengju thought to himself: Since you, Zhang Fan, are going to do something, then I will take advantage of the opportunity to abolish you and express the evil spirit in my heart!

Zhang Fan glanced at the two followers, and asked softly and softly, "What? Do you want to start a fight?"

The two attendants were big men with puffy muscles, and they slowly approached, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiching Zhang Fan in the middle.

Zhang Fan knew in his heart that a scoundrel like You Pengju, if you don't convince him, he won't admit defeat!

However, with so many people at the scene, Zhang Fan didn't want to be the first to get the word out, so he snorted:

"The two tree stumps are also worthy of fighting me?"

You Peng nodded his head!

"Wow mud horse!"

The two big men suddenly hissed, and they pinched Zhang Fan's arms with four hands.

"Break his arm!"

You Pengju screamed!

All the people in the VIP room felt a great deal of resentment: the young master didn't keep his promise to eat the painting, but hit someone instead?

"Young Master, pay attention to your image! This is a high-end place, not a place for street fights!" Meng Lao sternly shouted.

You Pengju was originally a lawless hooligan, and usually pretended to be polite in social situations, but today he suffered a big loss, and he didn't care about face, so he simply revealed his true nature, regardless of whether you are high-end or not.

This boss Meng Laozai, relying on the old to sell the old, is still in charge of my son's affairs?

"Old Meng, stop interrupting me, it's none of your business!" You Pengju roared.

Where did Mr. Meng experience this? He pointed at You Pengju angrily: "You, you"

"Don't panic, let me maintain order for everyone!"

Zhang Fan was giggling, calmly, and turned his wrist lightly, instead grabbing the wrists of the two big men.

"Ouch!"

The two men bent their waists, their faces were distorted, and they were in pain.

"Husband and wife salute!

Zhang Fan smiled, and then closed his palms together——

"Boom!"

Two heads bumped together.

The two bodyguards were dizzy before their eyes, and they relaxed like mud, and collapsed directly on the ground, passing out.

Zhang Fan kicked the two burly men: "So without a beating, you are also matched to mix?"

Then he reached out and pinched You Pengju's wrist.

You Pengju thought that Zhang Fan was going to attack him, and sweat broke out on his face.

"Don't be afraid, I won't beat you." Zhang Fan comforted, "However, if you don't eat this painting, you won't be able to get out of this door today."

You Pengju felt a horrible pain in his wrist as if being clamped by a vise.