At that time, Li Wenyuan became famous at a young age and regarded himself as a genius at appraising treasures.
Wang Yan was naturally unconvinced and started to compete with Li Wenyuan.
As one can imagine, Li Wenyuan was defeated.
The defeat was quite complete.
In recent years, Li Wenyuan rarely appraised treasures, but he still had the necessary foundation.
But Li Wenyuan knew very well that the Wang Yan in front of him had a sinister look in his eyes. Looking at his confident look, he must have been appreciating treasures for so many years.
But Zhao Yueyue and Xin Yexuan were both present, and even Mark was there.
"Huh, isn't it just treasure appraisal? Let me tell you, my skills have not fallen behind over the years!" Li Wenyuan said confidently.
"Okay, let's talk about whether Su Shi's Huangzhou cold food poem is true or false!" Wang Yan said with a sneer.
Li Wenyuan, Ye Fan and others came to Su Shi's Huangzhou Cold Food Poems.
"Ye Fan, is this Huangzhou cold food poem true or false?" Xin Yexuan asked.
Since Ye Fan showed his amazing talent in treasure appraisal last time, Xin Yexuan has placed more trust in Ye Fan.
Before Ye Fan could say anything, Li Wenyuan said, "Humph, what does Ye Fan know?"
When Ye Fan saw this, he didn't say anything, and his playful eyes fell on Li Wenyuan.
"Okay, then leave it to our Young Master Li to handle it!" Ye Fan said with a smile.
Li Wenyuan glanced at Ye Fan and walked straight towards the Huangzhou Cold Food Poetry. He carefully observed the Huangzhou Cold Food Poetry.
If he had known that Wang Yan was here, Li Wenyuan would not have been brave and brought Xin Yexuan and others here to see the art exhibition.
Five minutes passed, and Li Wenyuan still couldn't tell whether the painting on display was genuine or fake.
Wang Yan walked up to Li Wenyuan and said sarcastically, "Li Wenyuan, you have been reading Su Shi's Huangzhou Cold Food Poetry for a long time and still haven't seen it? It seems that your treasure appraisal skills are getting worse and worse!"
Li Wenyuan's face turned red and white for a while, "Wang Yan, don't you need patience to read Su Dongpo's calligraphy and paintings?"
"Okay, I'll give you time!" Wang Yan took out another cigarette and started smoking, "I, Wang Yan, have a lot of time today."
After watching it for a while, Li Wenyuan felt more and more that Su Shi's Huangzhou Cold Food Poetry was authentic.
"Wang Yan, Su Shi's Huangzhou Cold Food Poetry is authentic!" Li Wenyuan said.
Wang Yan sneered, "Li Wenyuan, Li Wenyuan, after so many years, your level of treasure appraisal has really deteriorated to the extreme."
"I can't even see Su Shi's Huangzhou Cold Food Poetry. This painting is obviously a fake!"
Wang Yan and Li Wenyuan were competing in treasure appraisal skills, and naturally there were many people watching around them.
"What? Is this Su Shi's Huangzhou Cold Food Poetry a fake?"
"Impossible? Why didn't I see that Su Shi's Huangzhou Cold Food Poetry was a fake?"
"I heard from others that this Huangzhou Cold Food Poetry is an authentic work!"
Even Li Wenyuan said, "Yes, Wang Yan, how dare you casually conclude that this Huangzhou Cold Food Poetry is a fake?"
"That's not easy!" Wang Yan walked up to the Huangzhou Cold Food Poetry and said.
"Su Dongpo was good at writing running script. He had studied all over the Jin Dynasty and was the leader of various famous writers in the Tang Dynasty. However, his life was rough and his calligraphy style was up and down."
"You are looking at this work. The calligraphy style is extremely arrogant. How can it be authentic?"
"Yes, what this guy said makes sense. Su Shi's calligraphy and painting are indeed like this."
"I think this calligraphy and painting was probably imitated by later generations. Being able to imitate it to the point of making it look like the real thing is a bit of a trick!"
Li Wenyuan's face turned red when he heard the comments from people around him.
Zhao Yueyue frowned and said, "Li Wenyuan, don't be discouraged, isn't it just a calligraphy and painting? Let's continue the competition!"
That being said, Zhao Yueyue already had some grudges in her heart.
But in the first game, I lost to this man named Wang Yan, so the chance of losing is probably higher than in the next game.
Zhao Yueyue's words were like words of encouragement, filling Li Wenyuan with fighting spirit.
"Yes, Wang Yan, it's just a calligraphy and painting by Su Dongpo. Let's continue the competition. You only narrowly won once!" Li Wenyuan said eagerly.
Although Li Wenyuan has seldom touched antique calligraphy and painting in recent years, he believes that with his talent, he will definitely be able to defeat Wang Yan.
Wang Yan glanced at Li Wenyuan and said, "Okay, Li Wenyuan, since you want to compete with me, it's not impossible, but let's make a bet."
"What kind of bet?" Li Wenyuan said warily.
Wang Yan laughed and said, "It's very simple. Whoever loses must kneel on the ground and say three times, I was wrong!"
Wang Yan's words made Li Wenyuan's face change drastically. Wang Yan was going to step on his face sincerely.
"Wang Yan, is this a little too much?" Li Wenyuan said with a cold face.
Wang Yan laughed loudly and said, "Li Wenyuan, aren't you very capable? Are you still afraid that the two beauties around you will see you make a fool of yourself?"
When he mentioned Zhao Yueyue and Xin Yexuan behind him, Li Wenyuan felt that his heart was filled with rage, and he wanted to tear this guy Wang Yan apart.
"Okay, let's bet!" Li Wenyuan said with his mind burning.
Wang Yan waved his hand and said, "Since you agreed to the bet, I won't take advantage of you. You can choose a calligraphy and painting!"
Having reached this point, it was naturally impossible for Li Wenyuan to refuse this proposal.
After looking at a few more paintings, Li Wenyuan's eyes finally fell on Wu Daozi's painting of the King of Heaven delivering his son.
"This picture of Wu Daozi's picture of the king sending off his son is authentic!" Li Wenyuan took a picture of the picture of the king sending off his son and said.
Wang Yan had a playful look on his face, "Are you sure?"
Li Wenyuan was quite sure at first, but after hearing what Wang Yan said, he suddenly felt a little unsure.
"This..." Li Wenyuan said with a somewhat embarrassed expression.
Wang Yan became a little impatient, "You can tell me whether you are sure or not!"
Xin Yexuan, who was standing behind Li Wenyuan, asked quietly.
"Ye Fan, is Wu Daozi's picture of the king sending off his son true or false?" Xin Yexuan asked.
Ye Fan smiled and said, "The Treasure Appraisal Association in Binhai City has some collection knowledge. This picture of the King giving a son is naturally real!"
Xin Yexuan couldn't tell whether the picture of the king giving birth to his son was true or false, but after hearing what Ye Fan said, she subconsciously believed it.
"Li Wenyuan, hurry up, don't be so whiny, like a bitch!" Wang Yan said impatiently.
"I say, this picture of the king giving birth to his son is, yes, fake!" Li Wenyuan said through gritted teeth.
Who knows, when Wang Yan heard what Li Wenyuan said, he burst out laughing.
"I said Li Wenyuan, you are really blind. This picture of the king sending a son is obviously an authentic one, but you can say it is a fake..."