It seems that you can’t cry without seeing the coffin!
Second Master Qin sneered.
But in front of so many people, he, as an uncle, couldn't bear to cling to his nephew's mistakes.
The old man hasn't spoken yet. His overacting can easily make people suspicious.
Fortunately he was prepared.
Second Master Qin calmed down his expression, frowned slightly, and looked thoughtful: "Yun Heng is so sure, could it be that I have misunderstood you? This painting is indeed authentic?"
"It's ridiculous." Mr. Qin sneered and said unceremoniously: "Second brother, are you confused? If the painting in Shao Yunheng's hand is real, doesn't it mean that the one in dad's study is fake?"
At this point, everyone finally figured it out.
It turns out that the Qin family also has an identical painting.
Of the two paintings, one must be fake.
Seeing this, someone suggested: "How about inviting someone to appreciate it? Mr. Huang, the master of traditional Chinese painting appraisal, is here."
This proposal was unanimously nodded by everyone.
"Dad, what do you think?" Mr. Qin turned to Mr. Qin.
Mr. Qin frowned and pondered for a moment: "Today is my birthday, and there are so many guests coming, there is really no need to get into a big fight over this trivial matter.
Whether it’s true or not, it’s all Yunheng’s intention.”
Second Master Qin understood clearly that the old man's inner and outer meaning was to protect Shao Yunheng.
Oh, he has been carefully planning for so long, and there is no way he will let Shao Yunheng go.
He turned his eyes and winked.
Someone immediately said: "Mr. Qin, how can this be a trivial matter? If someone dares to deceive Master Shao, we must not let it go easily.
Master Huang happens to be here, so let him take a look."
Mr. Qin looked at the speaker coldly.
The old man's power was still there, and a sharp look passed by, instantly silencing the man.
Seeing this, Mr. Qin gave up and hummed: "Dad, you are trying to protect Shao Yunheng. No, this painting must be appraised today."
Doesn’t he insist that it’s true? Let’s see if it’s true or false?”
Mr. Qin has already done a lot, so he must be appraised.
Mr. Qin had a headache and secretly sighed that Shao Yunheng had offended his third son too much.
I am anxious about how to rescue Shao Yunheng.
Shao Yunheng has already sent people to find Master Huang: "The third uncle is right, it must be authenticated. I don't want to be known as a person who gives away fakes."
As soon as Shao Yunheng said these words, it was the final word.
The person involved was so sure that even Mr. Qin couldn't say anything.
Mr. Qin's eyes were smiling, and he felt that Shao Yunheng was really on the right track, so he took the initiative to give his face to him for a beating.
Soon, Master Huang arrived.
I heard that Master Hong Guzi's paintings were going to be appraised. I was so excited that my cheeks turned red. I put on my glasses early and walked closer with a magnifying glass, inspecting them carefully, inch by inch, bit by bit.
"This painting does seem to be old. It is not easy to preserve it for so many years." Master Huang said and nodded.
"The brushwork is indeed that of Hong Guzi. Hong Guzi's brush strokes are as light as flying and are difficult to imitate.
The artistic conception is soothing and spacious, with the charm of a master."
The more Master Huang talked about it, the uglier Mr. Qin's face became. He couldn't help but say, "I heard that Hong Guzi's paintings are very lifelike. The only difference is the seal."
Master Huang shook his head: "Otherwise. If it is an imitation, how can it be exactly the same? There are flaws everywhere.
This painting is indeed the original work of Master Hong Guzi, absolutely correct."
As soon as the words fell, the whole place fell silent.
Mr. Qin's eyes widened in shock.
If this picture is true, then is the picture in the old man’s study a fake?