(The second update, the tiger doesn’t talk much, continue to write)

"Damn, how could this happen?"

Jiang Hao frowned depressedly and fell into deep thought. He could almost conclude that the painting in front of him was 100% fake.

"What's going on?"

Jiang Hao was shocked at this moment because in the detailed introduction of the appraisal page in front of him, there were more than a dozen age numbers in the time judgment of ancient paintings. The farthest age number record and the recent age record are nearly fifty years apart!

The most evil thing is that the age and time of ancient paintings were indeed from the Yuan Dynasty, which made Jiang Hao at a loss!

"How come a painting has so many age judgments?" Jiang Hao looked at the ancient painting carefully again. On the surface of the ancient paintings in the identification interface, there were dense numbers representing the age of the paintings, which made him dizzy and even more upset!

"What the hell is going on?"

Jiang Hao frowned deeply and fell into deep thoughts. What is certain is that the ancient paintings that the Song family wanted to trade were fake. Although his age was judged from the Yuan Dynasty, an ancient painting could only have one age, just like a person only has one age, and it is impossible to jump out of more than a dozen digits at once, which is completely inconsistent with the basis.

Moreover, the age difference between ancient paintings is nearly fifty years. It takes fifty years to draw a painting. It is estimated that the painter will be till the first time he has not finished painting. Don’t forget that Huang Wanggong started painting in his fifties!

However, he racked his brains and his head was about to explode, but he could not think of how the whole ancient painting was made and imitated so similarly. I guess it is probably difficult for outsiders to tell the difference except for him who has the identification technique in the world.

But the problem is that he is the only one who knows that the painting is fake. He knows that the painting in front of him is a high-quality imitation and realistic fake painting, but there is no way to expose it because he can't tell how the painting is made!

Did he just watch Jiang Yuan pay for paintings? Jiang Hao realized his lack of knowledge and was unwilling to be deceived by the Jiang family, but he was really helpless. Even if he said he could identify the test, I am afraid others would think he was sick and were talking nonsense!

"I can tell the truth in three seconds, and I don't have to worry about talking big." Song Hualiang sneered at the corner of his mouth, looked at Jiang Hao with his eyebrows horizontally and looked at the changing expression. He looked very anxious. He sent a bodyguard with an angry face to put away the painting immediately.

"The judgment is completed?" Jiang Zhongshan saw that Jiang Hao just touched his finger and left. It was probably just like Jiang Hao said, three seconds of touch time, this way of viewing without even expanding the painting is also called identification?

Jiang Yuan is the most sensible and can't just make a fuss in such a major situation. The old man Jiang Zhongshan decided to wait patiently, hoping that Jiang Hao, who was stunned and shocked at this moment, could give a convincing result.

"Yes." Jiang Hao nodded respectfully, and the old man was already a big deal until now, but he really couldn't explain to others!

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Song Fei glanced at the trance, a little difficult to speak, and Jiang Hao seemed to be thinking about how to answer the question, with a proud look on his lips.

The little person is a little person. I was frightened by my words and became like this bear. I didn’t even dare to watch the content of the painting carefully. I dared to say that I was an appraiser. To this point, Jiang Zhongshan actually waited patiently, so he was so confused!

"Is there any problem?"

Jiang Yuan noticed Jiang Hao's strange expression. She was the only person who had seen Jiang Hao's amazing power. He really believed that Jiang Hao had the ability to judge the value of antiques in three seconds. Is there something wrong with ancient paintings?

"Do you see if this happens?" Jiang Hao knew that Jiang Yuan was from a family of appraisals and was knowledgeable. He thought about organizing his expression and said, "Is it possible that there are many ages in a painting?"

"You think paintings are human and have age." Song Fei was amused by Jiang Hao's words and said contemptuously: "Paintings are really old, and people cannot easily judge them. Can you tell the age of paintings?"

"If you really have age, you should only have one age. The most appropriate algorithm should be based on the age of the paper. But if you really calculate this way, a painting will not be able to have a few years old." Jiang Yuan glanced at Song Fei, who was provocative, thought for a moment, and frowned slightly: "Are you saying that this painting has many ages?"

"Yes." Jiang Hao smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth.

"You can still see the age of painting. You are dreaming." Song Hualiang was amused by Jiang Hao's nonsensical words, and he was not in a hurry to leave. He decided to continue to watch jokes. He said sarcastically and sarcastically: "Lao Jiang, your bodyguard is really amazing." It is really a strange thing for people to see through painting's age. Boy, please continue to pretend. I see when you can pretend.

"Grandpa, I'll fan you."

Song Fei was in a very refreshing mood. He took a fan from a bodyguard, slapped diligently, and continued to watch Jiang Hao's lively.

Jiang Zhongshan doesn’t believe that Jiang Hao has the means to see through his painting age, but seeing Jiang Hao’s serious and anxious look, it doesn’t seem like he is joking. Jiang Yuan strongly recommends it, so there must be a reason, but what should I do next?

"Let's talk, let's listen!" Song Hualiang urged Jiang Hao slowly.

Jiang Hao looked at the grandfather and grandson who were singing and singing coldly, and his angry flames burned wildly, and he sneered: "Who do you think you are? Do you know a lot? Do you dare to say that you have never scratched me.

Haven't heard of it, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. If you don't understand, you can ask directly. I can explain it to you for free, but if you don't understand, you keep laughing at others. Others will laugh at you for being disrespectful."

"Ahem cough cough..." Song Hualiang was furious and stood up from his seat with a flushed face. His face turned red and he was so angry that he almost fell over directly.

"Who do you think you are?" Song Fei hurriedly beat Song Hualiang's back and was so angry. He didn't understand how a bodyguard could be so rampant. He glared at Jiang Hao, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. Jiang Hao dared to speak to his grandfather like this. With this alone, his five limbs should be broken!

"Good boy!" Ningbo slapped his lips and commented with relish. The Song family seemed to be right. It would be better to teach a lesson. With him, Jiang Hao would never be wronged. Even the old man from Jiang Zhongshan had to give him some shame!

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that I know more than you." Jiang Hao simply took the initiative and said provocatively: "Don't you doubt my ability to identify items? You can let me identify items and prove my ability."

Seeing that the situation was going to be serious, Jiang Zhongshan decided to stop the farce. However, after hearing Jiang Hao's swearing request for verification, he immediately became interested and decided to see Jiang Hao's identification ability making a decision.

"The show is about to begin."

Jiang Yuan had seen the leisurely and contented style of appraisal like sitting on a cloud of flowers. He was not worried about Jiang Hao at all, but he was quickly thinking about the meaning of Jiang Hao's question just now. How could a painting have many ages?

"Okay, since you are so arrogant, I will give you my help." Song Hualiang gritted his teeth and waved to the bodyguard behind him.

The bodyguard proposed a black iron box and placed it next to Song Hualiang. He opened the safe directly. Song Hualiang took out a bowl-shaped porcelain from the safe and placed it carefully on the table: "Then you can identify the age of this bowl."

"How can one meet my requirements? Put all your items in the box on me, so I'll just make a judgment." Jiang Hao glanced at the other porcelain in the safe and said reluctantly.

Now that the identification technique has just been obtained, it is a good time to obtain proficiency in a large number of items. If you identify one more item, you can gain more proficiency. Why not do it?

"I'm sorry you haven't seen so many antiques, so I'll open your eyes." Song Hualiang was so angry that his teeth itched, and his gloomy face carefully placed pieces of porcelain on the table. He was accumulating anger. When Jiang Hao failed, it was the time for him to explode.

"My appraisal fee is very expensive. If you have so many things, don't you give me some appraisal fee?" Jiang Hao was unwilling to work in vain and immediately made a request. He stretched out a finger and knocked on the porcelain as if he was randomly ignoring it. The porcelain immediately made a pleasant sound.

"good."

Jiang Hao's consciousness stayed at the interface of proficiency. Seeing his proficiency increasing rapidly as he kept touching the porcelain, Jiang Hao nodded with satisfaction.

"You..." Song Hualiang had never seen so many people, but he continued to endure and sneered, saying, "If you can make all the correct judgments, you can choose any of the porcelains here."

"Jiang Hao, you have made a profit. Every piece of porcelain here is hundreds of thousands, and I will treat you later."

Jiang Yuan congratulated Jiang Hao in advance, and found that his grandfather glared at him, and quickly stuck out his tongue and stopped talking.

"It's easy to say." Jiang Hao waved his hand indifferently, and Song Hualiang, who was so angry that he was about to stand up with white hair, but he continued to endure it.

Jiang Hao reached out to pick up the porcelain and put it on his nose and smelled it. Then he stroked it like a massage. According to this method, he used this method to judge the last porcelain and summarized it after the identification of the last porcelain: "Based on my experience of watching, listening and touching, we can report all porcelain ages!"

"What, can this determine the age of porcelain?" Song Hualiang was shocked. If Jiang Hao really judged the age of porcelain in this way, it would be really amazing.

"Yuan Dynasty Jun kiln porcelain bowl."

"The six-sided pen holder of Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty."

"The Liuling Bottle of Wanli in Ming Dynasty."

Jiang Hao slowly recited the specific content of more than a dozen pieces of porcelain according to the reminder of the appraisal interface.

"It's all right." Song Hualiang's mouth twitched a few times, his face changed drastically, and he looked at Jiang Hao who was calm like a monster. He had only looked at the batch of porcelain a few times, but he didn't expect that Jiang Hao would simply knock, touch, smell it a few times, and then directly say the judgment, and the judgment was exactly the same as the facts, which made him feel like he was dreaming for a moment.

"Why didn't you read the last piece?" Song Fei was looking at the porcelain catalog and immediately found a loophole. He asked guiltily: "Can you recognize the last piece of porcelain?" After asking this question, he didn't even believe it.

"What do you want me to read a fake?" Jiang Hao looked at the embarrassed Song Fei like an idiot, and announced it endlessly.
Chapter completed!