Lin Mo was completely stunned. This was too much of a coincidence.
The ink-wash painting that he had taken from Gu Qingruo's house happened to be Tang Bohu's " Lonely Duck in the Sunset " painting…
It was an accident. How could this happen?
"You said this painting is authentic?"
Lin Mo looked at the ink-wash painting soaked in wine and smiled playfully.
"It's the real deal!"
The moustached man smiled proudly. It had already been destroyed by the wine, so it was useless even if he appraised it.
They would definitely win this compensation.
Wen Bai Li was a little angry when she heard their smug laughter.
However, the initiative in this matter was all in the other party's hands. How could this be reasonable?
Lin Mo smiled and tore the wet counterfeit. Then, under the stunned gazes of several men, he took off the old painting tube from his back.
"If your painting is authentic, then what is my Lonely Dusk Painting?”
Lin Mo smiled brightly. There were really no coincidences in this world.
He didn't believe that the famous Tang Yin's painting would only be sold for a mere eight hundred thousand yuan.
He did not believe that Gu Zangbei, a billionaire, would have a fake painting in his house.
Therefore, the cheap imitation in the exhibition was the problem.
Not to mention the men, even Wen Bai Li was stunned.
The painting in the art exhibition," Lonely Dusk Cantor Painting ", was extremely well drawn. Even the details were extremely lifelike. Even if it was a copy, it was enough to pass it off as the real thing.
At least 800,000 was not considered expensive.
Speaking of which, it was not uncommon for imitations to appear in an art exhibition, so it was not big news.
However, Tang Bohu's representative work was only worth 800,000 yuan. It was time to doubt his intelligence.
"Let me see!"
Wen Baili forgot what occasion this was and immediately took the painting from Lin Mo's hands.
Her movements were very gentle as she gently unfolded the scroll, like a mother stroking her child.
On the painting, it depicted a tall mountain and a tall willow tree. The pavilion was facing the river, and there was a person sitting in the pavilion, watching the sunset. A scholar accompanied him. The entire painting was calm and contained the temperament of a scholar.
"This is Tang Yin's authentic work!"
Wen Bai Li's expression was one of excitement, the natural expression on her face represented everything.
Compared to the painting in the art exhibition, this painting," Lonely Dusk," didn't seem to be different, but it was different in every way.
Wen Bai Li was not a master painter, but she was certain that this was the real deal.
Before seeing the original work, it was understandable that she was attracted by the paintings in the exhibition.
Now, his state of mind was naturally completely different.
The mustached man and the others also looked at each other, staring at each other.
Lin Mo was found by Wen Bai Li, and he coincidentally brought the Lonely Dusk Painting?
If it wasn't for this natural painting and profound artistic conception, they would definitely suspect that this was a man-made coincidence.
These men all sold calligraphy and paintings for a living, so they had good judgment.
Therefore, they only took a few glances and determined that this painting was authentic.
"Where did you get this painting?"
His mustached face trembled with excitement.
Previously, he was able to spend money to buy that painting. He more or less understood that it was most likely not an authentic painting. He was just hoping to find a sucker.
Although it was a copy, the painting was first-class and impeccable. It was also worth a lot of money.
However, compared to the real original, it was naturally a world of difference.
"I have no obligation to help you solve your doubts!”
Lin Mo put the scroll back into the painting tube and smiled.
Fake goods met a copy, and then met the original. This was Qiao's mother opening the door for Qiao. Qiao was home.
"Let's go!"
Lin Mo reached out his hand and pulled Wen Baili, who was in a daze, and turned to leave.
"Wait a minute!"
Seeing that Lin Mo was going to leave, wouldn't he miss a great opportunity? The mustached man immediately stood up.
Lin Mo looked at him and did not speak.
This guy couldn't be rolling around on the spot, right? As the saying goes, people with reason are not afraid of pressure. No matter how hard these guys racked their brains, it was useless.
"I suspect that you stole my painting. You better hand it over obediently!”
The moustached man exchanged glances with his companions and immediately came up with a plan.
Since they had bought the Lonely Dusk Painting from the art exhibition through proper channels, others would not know that they had bought a copy. As long as they colluded with each other, they would be able to insist that their painting was the authentic one.
At that time, Lin Mo would be unable to explain himself even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
"Hand over this painting and we will forgive you.”
The burly man raised his head and blew the bottle of beer dry. He then spoke in a threatening tone.
From lust to wealth, it was clear who these guys were.
If he could get his hands on Tang Yin's authentic work, it would be a huge profit that could easily start at ten million.
Who wouldn't be tempted?
A young boy who was still wet behind the ears and a beautiful girl who was still inexperienced. Who else could they bully if not them?
"What, are you trying to rob me?"
Lin Mo pulled Wen Baili behind him. He did not believe that these men would dare to rob him in public.
Even a fool knew the value of this painting. If he committed the crime of robbery, he would have to spend the rest of his life in prison.
Seeing that there was going to be a fight, the people who were listening to music and drinking looked over.
"Brat, today I will really snatch it!”
The moustached man clapped his hands, and many people immediately stood up from the other tables.
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