Pang Junjie said: "It's okay if you don't know him. You know Chen Yingzhe, right? The dignified young master of the Chen family is in the same group as Lin Bei and is helping him to play rogue!"
When everyone took a look, they recognized Chen Yingzhe.
Chen Yingzhe's expression changed and he quickly said: "I'm not cheating! It was clearly Pang Junjie who cheated first and agreed to compare his strength, but he took a treasure from his own collection. This is not a competition, this is clearly digging a hole!
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"So what if you dig holes? Everyone in this industry knows that there are nine holes in every ten antiques. If you are not as good as others and fell into a hole, how can you blame others?"
"Yes, that's how this industry works. It's all about eyesight and mind. Although Mr. Pang took his own collection, it's in line with your bet, and it's not cheating at all."
"Master Chen, you'd better admit defeat, otherwise it won't sound good if word spreads!"
Soon, some good people spoke up. They were all Pang Junjie's people, either his friends or collaborators of the Pang family. Of course, they were speaking for Pang Junjie.
And as soon as they opened their mouths, the other onlookers gradually stopped going astray.
He opened his mouth and said: "Young man, be willing to admit defeat, there are so many people watching."
"Yes, the antique industry is so cruel. If you lose, you can get it back next time. But if you don't admit defeat, you will be blacklisted by the entire industry. Do you still want to work in Jiangcheng in the future?"
Chen Yingzhe and Lu Tianhe's faces were ashen on the spot, and their lungs were about to burst with anger.
It's obviously Pang Junjie who cheated, but they still have to bear the consequences. It's simply unreasonable!
Pang Junjie stood in the middle, with a proud smile on his face and sneers in his heart.
"This antique appreciation meeting is led by my Pang family. The entire antique world in Jiangcheng belongs to my Pang family. Play with me and see if I can kill you!"
With a secret thought in his heart, Pang Junjie stared at Lin Bei again and said: "Lin Bei, Chen Yingzhe, you have lost, hurry up and fulfill your bet. Otherwise, if things get too big, the entire Jiangcheng antique world will no longer be able to tolerate you!"
"Who said I lost?"
Suddenly, Lin Bei's voice came.
The scene fell silent.
Then Pang Junjie's sneer came: "Lin Bei, things have come to this, is it useful for you to keep talking?"
Lin Bei said calmly: "I'm not arrogant, I really didn't lose."
Pang Junjie sneered: "Okay! Then I will completely convince you! My Jade Tiger Roaring Moon is worth 10 million. What do you have on hand that is worth this price?"
"I think it's okay." Lin Bei took out the landscape scroll in his hand.
Seeing this landscape painting, there was a burst of laughter at the scene.
"This kid must be stupid! He actually compared a piece of crappy assembly line painting with Mr. Pang's Jade Tiger Roaring Moon!"
"I just saw this painting at the venue. The owner said it was painted by Qianlong and it was sold for 150,000 yuan! I didn't expect it to be bought by this kid. It's true that birds of a feather flock together, stupid people attract stupid people!"
As soon as these words came out, there was another burst of laughter.
In their eyes, Lin Bei is like a fool holding a rotten wooden stick, and this fool will chase you and say that the wooden stick in his hand is worth more than 10 million!
It’s simply a fantasy!
At this moment, Pang Junjie felt extremely happy.
Didn’t you just call me a fat dog?
Now you have become a fool in everyone's eyes!
In terms of means, I have many more methods than you!
However, just when Pang Junjie was feeling happy, Lin Bei suddenly reached out and grabbed the scroll, found the joint between it and the scroll, and tore it up on the spot!
Hiss!
The rice paper on the scroll was torn off on the spot.
But underneath it is not rough synthetic leather, but another painting.
On the top is a red bean tree, dotted with dots of red beans, with two butterflies dancing on it like lovers.
And in the corner, there is a poem: Red beans grow in the southern country and sprout a few branches when spring comes. I hope you will pick more of them, as this is the most loved thing."
There is a painting within a painting! There is another world!
Another person exclaimed: "This poem is "Lovesickness" written by layman Mojie. Could it be the masterpiece of layman Mojie?"
Lu Tianhe was also surprised and said: "Mojie layman? Isn't that Wang Wei? Is this painting his?"
Chen Yingzhe was also shocked and said: "If it is really Wang Wei's handwriting, then the value of this painting is immeasurable!"
Only then did everyone realize that layman Mojie was the originator of landscape poetry in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Not only did he write beautiful poems, but his painting skills were also unparalleled in the world!
His handwriting is on par with Li Bai, at least no less than ten million!
Pang Junjie's face jumped and he denied it on the spot: "Impossible! None of layman Mojie's paintings have been preserved, so this painting cannot be his own handwriting!"
"Yes! People have said in the news that not a single one of Wang Wei's paintings has been left, and this one can't be real!"
"That's right! This painting is a fake at best, so Lin Bei still loses!"
Pang Junjie's people echoed from the side.
"What's so noisy!"
Suddenly, an old voice came from behind.
The crowd was pushed aside, and an old man with gray hair walked in.
Seeing him, everyone's expressions changed.
Pang Junjie even exclaimed: "Mr. He! Why are you here!"
"Who is this person?" Lin Bei asked secretly.
Lu Tianhe couldn't hide the shock in his eyes and said: "He Xianglong! A famous antique collector from the Dragon Kingdom, why is he in our Jiangcheng! And he is still here at this antique appreciation party?"
The old man ignored the others, but went straight to Lin Bei and said politely: "Little brother, can you show me this painting of yours?"
"No problem." Lin Bei did not refuse and handed the painting to He Xianglong.
He Xianglong picked up the painting and looked at it carefully. Then his old eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally his hands trembled. He said excitedly: "I found it! I finally found it!"
"Old man, are you okay?" Lin Bei said.
"I'm fine!" He Xianglong waved his hand, and then said to everyone: "Who said it was a fake just now? This painting is real! It is the handwriting of layman Mojie!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.
Pang Junjie said in disbelief: "Mr. He! Are you kidding me? Haven't not all of Wang Jushi's paintings been handed down?"
He Xianglong shook his head: "You are wrong. In fact, there was a picture that was passed on, and it was this "Lovesickness Picture". I saw it once when I was young, but because of the IOU in my hand, I couldn't get it. Unexpectedly, it turned around.
After going back and forth for decades, it finally came into my hands again!"
After saying that, He Xianglong looked at Lin Bei and asked sincerely: "Little brother, can you sell this painting to me? I'll bid 20 million!"
Twenty million!
"hiss!"
There were sudden gasps of air from the scene.
And Pang Junjie's fat face turned pale in an instant!