Three Treasures Falling from Heaven

Chapter 332 Slap in the face until you cry 1
Gu Lianlian bit the bullet and retorted without confidence: "Is this a question of sticking to your own opinion? You also like to appreciate calligraphy and painting, don't you know that appraising calligraphy and painting requires a rigorous heart for the work?
Don't you know that it is an insult to the author to mistake an authentic painting for an imitation painting?

What's more, I am also responsible to Uncle Qiao. This is a priceless authentic work. If Uncle Qiao sells it as a fake in the future, will you be responsible for the economic losses caused to Uncle Qiao? "

Jian Xiaoshan sneered: "It's as if this imitation painting is the real one."

"It's the real thing, it's not like it!"

Gu Lianlian insisted on her own opinion so much that Qiao Zhihua was not sure.

: "Daughter-in-law of the Mo family, are you sure? I bought this imitation painting for 1 yuan."

Gu Lianlian insisted without confidence: "Uncle Qiao, this oil painting is absolutely priceless, and there is no harm in having an extra appraisal. If the appraisal result is the same as mine, you will earn a lot of money."

Qiao Zhihua's eyes lit up: "I'll immediately call the S City Art Museum and find a few more people to come and identify it."

Gu Lianlian's super cowardly voice: "Yes."

Jian Xiaoshan was speechless: "Uncle Qiao, do you really believe what my cousin said, be careful that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. I can be sure that this painting is definitely not genuine. Don't you even believe Grandpa Jing's judgment?"

As soon as Jian Xiaoshan finished speaking, Mr. Jing, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Really... I really think it's an authentic work. You can ask someone to send this painting to the art museum, and let them use X-rays and infrared rays for identification."

Jian Xiaoshan almost knocked her chin, Mr. Jing, are you serious?
Qiao Zhihua's blood was boiling with excitement: "Yes, yes, I will ask someone to take it for identification now."

If it turns out to be true, then Qiao Zhihua thought, even if he laughed for three days, he wouldn't be able to close his mouth.

The onlookers were all dumbfounded.

"Is it true or not? Even Mr. Jing didn't identify it immediately, but the daughter-in-law of the Mo family can tell it's genuine at a glance?"

"I don't know if it's true or not, but if it's genuine, then the daughter-in-law of the Mo family will be amazing!"

"Who knows, send it to the Art Museum for appraisal, and within a few days, there will be no answer."

At this time, another voice suddenly sounded in the lively hall: "Wait a minute, let me take a look."

Everyone looked around and saw a white-skinned, blue-eyed foreigner in his 60s coming out of the crowd.

"Who is this foreigner?"

The foreigner revealed his identity: "I am Leonard, the curator of the London Museum of Art. I have studied Botticelli's works quite a bit. Let me see if they are authentic works or imitations."

Mr. Jing took a step sideways and let Director Leonard come to appraise it.

Gu Lianlian left the crowd, and ran towards Mo Shaozhen, who was sitting in the main seat of the banquet hall, reading the script in a state of ecstasy.

The delicate body suddenly bumped into the man's hard arms, and then hugged his arms.

"Hubby, hubby, in case I make a fool of myself, you must protect me, you know?"

"What happened?" Mo Shaozhen lowered his head, looking at the girl who ran into his arms.

Her husband didn't even know that such a big event happened in the banquet hall. Is the script so charming?
Gu Lianlian hugged the man's arm tightly: "In short, you have to let me have an infinite beauty today, and not become the laughing stock of everyone, you know?"

"Who dares to take you as a laughingstock?" Mo Shaozhen's deep eyes instantly revealed a dark color that heaven has a way, you don't go, and hell has no way to come, and he hugged her like a pillow.

(End of this chapter)