An authentic work?
Was this a joke?
If it wasn't for Yu Hao's previous words, everyone might not have any idea when they heard the authentic work.
However, Yu Hao had just said that the authentic work was worth 100 million yuan, which shocked everyone.
If a painting could be sold for 100 million yuan, why would it be placed here?
"F * ck, this girl is really good at acting.”
"100 million yuan is casually hung here. Is the program team playing us for fools?”
"If you don't understand, then ask. What exactly is this final apocalypse?”
"Amazing. The program team has a set of tricks up their sleeves, but this is too exaggerated.”
"If this is authentic, I'll eat sh * t on a live broadcast.”
When the audience in the live broadcast room heard Jiang Meng's exclamation, they began to mock her.
They just treated it as a toy.
However, no one dared to believe that there were hundreds of millions of items in front of them.
In the room, Mu Qian's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Genuine? It can't be, right?"
Mu Qian vaguely remembered that when Chen Feng had brought the painting back, it had been casually placed in a courier box with the courier she had bought. It was very casual.
But if it was an authentic work, how could it be so casual?
At this moment, Jiang Meng took out a magnifying glass and carefully looked at the surface of the painting.
"It should be an authentic work. This is Van Gogh's style of painting. The entire painting reflects the compassion and suffering of the Iron Man. The colors are bold and exaggerated.”
"This drawing paper uses three layers of printing, which can effectively protect the integrity of the painting. Although the drawing paper is a little yellow, it is a creation of that era.”
" Most importantly, look at this sun. Normally, it doesn't have any shadows. However, because of Van Der's craze for color, the shadows in this part are very serious. Normal fakes don't have this flaw.”
"There is an 80% chance that this painting of the final apocalypse is authentic.”
Jiang Meng's words confused many people.
However, the other professional judges understood.
Especially Yu Hao, who went up to take a look. It was just as Jiang Meng had said.
...
Beijing.
Antique Street.
In an old shop, an old man in his eighties was preparing to leave.
Suddenly, she heard a sound coming from the shop.
"There is an 80% chance that this painting of the final apocalypse is authentic.”
When the old man heard this, his body, which was about to go out, instantly stopped.
"The final doomsday?" Genuine? Wasn't that thing collected by a big family overseas?”
Then, the old man walked into the shop and saw that the shop assistant was watching the live broadcast during working hours.
"Boss, you're here. I didn't do it on purpose.”
When the waiter saw the old man, he immediately retracted his hand and wanted to turn off his phone.
Who wouldn't panic if they were caught playing with their phones at work?
"Wait, give me your phone." The old man hurriedly stopped him.
The waiter was a little flustered, but he still handed the phone over.
The old man picked up his phone and saw a few people surrounding a huge oil painting on the screen.
"It really is the final apocalypse…"
The old man was interested. He stared at the oil painting on the screen and sized it up.
"Boss, are you interested in this show?”
The shop assistant asked curiously when he saw the old man watching the live broadcast with great interest.
The old man didn't answer, but continued to observe.
Suddenly, his pupils constricted. He saw a small mark on the lower right corner of the oil painting. It was a mark that very few people knew.
"Xiao Nan, what program is this? I want to contact the person in charge of this program.”The old man said excitedly to the shop assistant.
"Do you know your value?" Little Nan said quickly.
"What?" The old man almost picked up his walking stick and whipped him.
What did he mean by 'do you know your value'?
As the president of the Antique Association, how could I not know my own value?
"Boss, don't misunderstand. What I mean is that the name of this show is Do you know your value?”
The waiter, Xiao Nan, took a while to explain to the old man.
He also told the old man that he could post bullet comments at any time in the live broadcast room, but if he wanted to post eye-catching bullet comments, he had to have a certain membership level.
"Charge! Act like an emperor and tell the production team to buy his painting for 100 million yuan.”the old man said.
"Really…Really? This painting doesn't look authentic.”
Little Nan said hesitantly.
The old man hit the waiter Xiao Nan with his walking stick and said,"Do you understand or do I?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
...
"Welcome to Yanjing's Misty Cloud Pavilion's Pavilion Master Jiang Muyun to charge up to the Emperor level in this live broadcast room.”
" Jiang Muyun: I'm willing to spend 100 million to buy this painting. If you're willing, I can transfer the money directly.”
Jiang Muyun's bullet comments floated above the live broadcast room.
Instantly, all the players in the live streaming room were shocked.
"Jiang Muyun? I remember this person. He has been on the news several times. It is said that he is the president of the Antique Association.”
"F * ck, this painting can't be real, right? Someone actually bought it for 100 million?”
"Genuine? I don't believe it. This is definitely a request from the program team.”
"This program team has a lot of power. There's Ma Yinyun in the front and Jiang Muyun in the back. They can find any kind of support.”
"Speaking of which…Jiang Muyun didn't have any companies going public, right?”
"Amazing. Is Chen Feng really lucky? Someone really bought this painting.”
"I don't believe it! It's all fake!"
...
The live broadcast room exploded.
No one could believe that this was true.
At the same time, in Chen Feng's house, the host also saw the bullet screen in the live broadcast room. He walked forward and said to the other judges,"This should be an authentic work. There's an old man in Beijing called Jiang Muyun who's willing to pay 100 million for it.”
"What?"
Yu Hao's hands, which were appraising the oil painting, trembled in disbelief.
Jiang Muyun's fame might not be known to ordinary people, but in the antique world, she was definitely a big shot.
Unless the old man was wrong, there was no way he would spend 100 million to buy it.
At this moment, Yu Hao was sweating profusely.
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