Grandpa Supreme

Chapter 1750 Counterfeit (three more)
As a professional host, he soon started a new auction, and the following things were not interesting to Ling Yun, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

Anyway, he just came to take a look, casually leading the little ones to learn a lot.

Soon it was time to end, and the host didn't ink any ink, just took out the last item and started the auction.

"Everyone has something to say now. The last antique is a famous painting by Mr. Zheng from the Ming Dynasty. The starting price is 800 million."

Listening to this last auction item, many people were a little confused, obviously the finale was not this item at the beginning.

However, considering the usual style of the auction, only better things are the finale, and everyone has no doubts.

Mr. Zheng's painting made everyone sigh when they heard this!
"Whoever is so generous, all of Mr. Zheng's paintings will be donated."

"Tsk tsk... We don't understand the world of the rich."

"Is it genuine, the old man expressed doubts."

The host laughed and said, "Don't doubt it, it's definitely the real thing, our character is very guaranteed!"

"Can we watch it!"

"It's definitely possible, real gold is not afraid of fire, come here, come here, and take a look at Mr. Zheng's famous painting, Little Bridge and Flowing Water!"

"Wow... Really, this painter is amazing."

"This is the first time this old man has seen it. I have no regrets in this life."

Hearing this, everyone joined in the fun and followed, this little guy was quite gossip, he crawled out of Ling Yun's arms clumsily.

"Papa, wait for me here, I'll be right back."

As she spoke, she dragged Beibei into the crowd to see Mr. Zheng's painting.

"Huh! It's average, it's still fake." The little guy frowned, and half-closed his eyes as he looked at the painting on the table.

Her eyesight is very good, this painting is a high imitation, also known as a fake painting, it can be said that it is a real one.

Beibei looked disgusted and said: "At this level, I can draw better than him with one hand!"

Everyone: "..."

"Kid, you go aside."

"Boom!"

Someone who didn't like the little guy hit her on the head directly, and the latter raised his eyes, as if he had just been bitten by a mosquito.

The man had a painful expression on his face, his hands were numb, it was too painful.

"Did you hit me?" the little guy asked, blinking.

"Oh... no... no... not me."

The man was hesitating, sweating profusely, and he didn't dare to look the little guy in the eyes. The latter shook his head, not being as knowledgeable as him, otherwise he wouldn't know how to die.

Beibei said: "It's fake, are you stupid, and still treat it as a treasure?"

"What do you know, kid, go find your parents and make trouble."

"Child star, you are a little cute. You will understand what art is when you grow up." An old man laughed.

"It's because you don't understand. What kind of art is this? I can draw better than you." Beibei dismissed it.

It is said that some people are not happy after drinking, so what is a kid bragging about.

"Little friend, although you are young, we don't care about it, but if you say that, some people will be unhappy."

Hearing this, Ling Yun sneered and said, "Are you afraid that a child will surpass your idol, or are you afraid that this child is too good, and you don't even care about it?"

"Or, you don't like her?"

Facing the questions about the sit-in, everyone laughed out loud!

So what if a child knows how to draw, but he can only know some characters and trees, what kind of realm can he speak of.

"Take a fancy to a child? Although the old man can't draw, he is better than her with a simple brushstroke. You said that."

"Insulting us?"

"Brother Ling, it's your fault for saying that. That's Mr. Zheng of the Ming Dynasty. Are you not educated enough?"

"That's right. If you come out to mess around without reading the book, you'd better eat soft food. It's good to have a good skin."

"Discussing these things with someone who doesn't understand art will affect our mood of appreciating art."

"This is the painting, the old man must take pictures, you just let me, an old man who is over a hundred years old."

Hearing this, the corners of Ling Yun's mouth turned up, and he said to the crowd: "Don't believe me? How about we make a bet, this painting is worthless, not as good as this kid's painting."

Master Dong frowned, this Ling Yun clearly wanted to demolish him, and then took the lead and said: "Little friend Ling Yun, are you sure you are serious?"

"Yeah, why can't you play?"

Instead, Ling Yun smiled and looked at them.

"Can't afford it?" The little guy pouted.

And Beibei followed suit: "Can't afford it?"

The corner of Da Jinya's mouth twitched, he was watched by little Irene, and he was forced to say: "Come out to mess around, can't you, can't afford it?"

In fact, he just wanted to watch the show quietly, but in the end it was still involved, and he could only offend Master Dong.

Can't afford to play?
Ha ha!

Hearing this kind of words, Master Dong felt angry. When he became a person who can't be played with, he was sure that Ling Yun was talking about him.

Master Dong, he was the boss of Jiangbei in the past, no one should give a little face, now let Ling Yun brush his face, how embarrassing is he!
"Stinky boy, you are really good tonight. I bet with you, but I don't know if you are a softie, so I can't afford to bet." The corner of Master Dong's mouth curled up into a wicked smile.

"Damn it, who are you talking about eating soft food?"

Hearing that Ling Yun didn't speak, Da Jinya couldn't stand it any longer, that's why he couldn't understand Dong Ye's behavior.

He really knew whether Ling Yun was a softie, so he got angry on Ling Yun's behalf first.

"Eating soft food is an art, not everyone can afford it, for example you... I'm afraid you won't be able to eat soft food in the future." Ling Yun said.

"Hahaha, let's try it, the old man won, I want [-]% of your group shares, how about it." Dong Ye said.

Depend on!
Such a big bet!

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.

"That little, it's fine." Ling Yun smiled lightly!
He was most afraid of Master Dong's cowardice, and he was not afraid of the latter talking loudly.

Everyone's glasses are about to drop, how little is [-]% of a group's shares?

Master Dong was taken aback, he didn't expect Ling Yun to agree so readily, he was both excited and sneered.

"Then I want someone to appraise whether this painting is real or not, Master Gong, please." Master Dong nodded slightly to an old appraiser next to him.

This master craftsman is a famous appraiser in South China.

"Don't worry, we three old men will appraise it together. This Mr. Zheng's painting is absolutely authentic. It is Mr. Zheng's Little Bridge and Flowing Water. The year should be between 1723 and 1725."

"Look at this note, that's the poem he mentioned, and this stamp..."

Hearing this, Ling Yun laughed out loud, as if hearing another big joke.

(End of this chapter)