Ishi Yuan turned to look at Chen Rui, a cunning look in his eyes flashed.

Although it was only for a moment, Chen Rui captured it very keenly.

He knew that this old lamp was definitely not telling the truth. He wanted to play tricks with himself...

In this case, I might as well play with you.

Chen Rui sneered in his heart, but he had a very panicked look on his face.

"Ah? Why do you say that? Besides, how do they know this painting is fake?"

When Ishihara saw him looking confused, he became even more certain that this guy didn't know much about his business.

So he raised his head and laughed: "Sir, Rembrandt's paintings have always been a mixture of dragons and snakes."

"After he became famous, he established a studio and recruited many students."

"The reason why the Dutch want to go all over the world to authenticate his paintings is because of the Rembrandt paintings that still exist."

"Many of them are ghostwriters he hired to write for themselves."

"And most of those gunmen were his students, so their paintings are very similar to Rembrandt's original paintings."

"But this can only fool laymen. For those of us who are professional appraisers, this is just child's play."

"There is no way to escape our sharp eyes..."

Speaking of this, Ishihara's expression became a little arrogant.

Chen Rui now looked even more panicked.

"Ah? In that case, what do my two paintings mean?"

"Well, according to my inference, these two paintings are also ancient oil paintings, and they should be fakes painted for him by Rembrandt's disciples."

"So it's not worth much? But if you just keep it as an ancient painting, you can play with it."

Ishihara touched his chin and said to Chen Rui seriously.

When Chen Rui heard this, he immediately put on a disappointed expression. He kept shaking his head and murmuring to himself in a low voice.

He Xiaohe and the others couldn't hear clearly what Chen Rui was mumbling.

However, they guessed that Chen Rui must have spent a lot of money to buy these two oil paintings before, so he must have lost a lot this time.

At this moment, when he muttered like this, he was probably cursing and blaming himself secretly.

Ishihara sighed at this time and pretended to feel sorry for him.

"Chen Sang, although these two paintings are not authentic works by Rembrandt, if you want to take action."

"There are also people who are willing to sell... Well, if you are willing to sell, I can pay a high price and take them over."

Shi Yuan pretended to be a compassionate person.

If you don't know how to do it, if you see him like this, you may really think that he is showing mercy and wants to help Chen Rui.

But Chen Rui, with wide eyes at this moment, looked up at him and asked.

"Really? How much can you offer?"

"Forehead……"

Ishihara's eyes flashed with joy, but when he made the bid, he pretended to be hesitant.

Apparently he was afraid that his bid would be too high and too cheerful, which would make Chen Rui suspicious.

"Well, according to the current market conditions, in this case, it will be worth at most twenty thousand...US dollars."

Ishihara hesitated for a while before giving an offer.

"Pfft, cough cough cough..."

The sip of water Chen Rui just drank spurted out, and unfortunately it sprayed all over Ishihara's head and face.

"Baga!"

Ishihara was immediately furious at the sudden spittle, his eyes widened in anger, and his face turned red.

But when he looked up at Chen Rui, he found that Chen Rui was looking at him with a sneer on his face.

He felt panicked for no reason...

"Did you do it on purpose?"

He shouted at Chen Rui with a sullen expression.

"Yes, I did it on purpose!"

Chen Rui's answer was also very direct.

These words shocked He Fan and his son, as well as Mr. Yao.

He Xiaohe even came to Chen Rui's side and quietly gave him a hand.

"Brother, didn't we agree not to engage in hatred between the country and the family?"

Chen Rui turned his head and glanced at him with a cold face.

"I'm not criticizing him because of any hatred between the country and the family."

"Oh? Why is that?"

He Xiaohe looked puzzled.

"Is that because this old lamp wants to trick me? He wants to play fake mercy on me!"

When Chen Rui said this, a playful smile appeared on his lips.

He Xiaohe's heart skipped a beat when he saw him: "Brother, I didn't mean to trick you, huh?"

"You don't believe Mr. Ishihara's identification results?"

"Didn't he say before that these two paintings were also identified as fakes by the Dutch research team?"

He Xiaohe said to Chen Rui feeling slightly guilty.

Chen Rui looked at him with a sneer: "Is the Dutch identification accurate?"

"Ah? Could it be that you..."

As soon as Chen Rui said these words, not only Shi Yuan's expression changed drastically, but also He Xiaohe who was standing aside.

As well as He Fan and Mr. Yao, who were sitting far away, their expressions changed greatly.

This guy actually dares to openly challenge authority. He is really cool.

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but become interested in him.

They all looked at him, wanting to see what kind of explanation he would give.

"Hmph! You can doubt me, but you also doubt the Dutch. I want to see how you explain it?"

Opposite me, Ishihara Ichiro was extremely unhappy at the moment.

Chen Rui glanced at him coldly.

"The Dutch Rembrandt research group, first of all, is not widely accepted around the world."

"For example, as far as I know, there are many professional institutions in the Yin Kingdom and the United States that do not recognize their appraisals."

"For example, in the Ashmore Museum of Oxford University in the underworld, there were paintings by Rembrandt. They identified them wrong."

"There are also the Rembrandt collections at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. They all also had identification errors."

"For this reason, it almost caused losses of more than 10 million to the two museums..."

As soon as Chen Rui said these words, Shi Yuan, who was opposite him, also blushed: "This..."

"Then how do you conclude that they also identified these two paintings wrongly?"

The old man still refused to give up and asked Chen Ruidao.

Chen Rui smiled coldly: "The problem appears on this drawing board!"

"These two wooden boards were both produced in 1624!"

"At that time, Rembrandt had just started painting, and he had not yet established a studio."

"He established his studio in 1625, and he began to recruit apprentices and hire ghostwriters to write for him. That was only after 1635."

Chen Rui looked at Shi Yuan with a smile and said.

When Ishihara heard this, his face turned red.

"That's nonsense. How can you be sure that these two panels were produced in 1624?"

"Did you send these drawing boards for carbon-14 identification?"

"Even if you send it for carbon-14 identification, it can't be accurate to which year, right?"

This old guy really made Chen Rui see what it means to be stubborn even when death is imminent.

But at this moment, everyone else in the room looked at him quietly, stretching their necks, waiting for his explanation.

Apparently everyone was shaken by what he said by now.
Chapter completed!