Dragon King Hall

Chapter 132
Yu Bai spoke with full confidence, but in fact, he himself could not distinguish between the authenticity of the ink shrimp. The reason why he spoke with such confidence was that Wan Yichang had just told him that the ink shrimp was real and was from the restaurant. Boss' collection.

"Really? How do you prove it?" Fang Luo didn't believe it. He had seen this authentic ink shrimp in the Southern Provincial Museum before.

"Of course I have a way." Yu Bai put his hands behind his back, "It's just a junior, you and I just compare like this, it's not interesting, why don't we have some prizes?"

Fang Luo asked: "What prize?"

"This has nothing to do with you." Yu Baichong shook his head, and then turned his attention to Sylvia Lin's three daughters, "Three beauties, if your friend loses, the three beauties will appreciate your face, how about having a light meal together? "

As soon as Yu Bai's voice fell, Milan directly agreed, "Okay, so how about you lose?"

"I lost? How could I lose?" Yu Bai was full of confidence.

Milan sneered, "Since there is a lottery, both parties have to show it. You are going to lose, what should you do?"

"We're going to lose. Just say what you want." Wan Yichang stood in front of Yu Bai, "It's not a problem for me if the beauties want a BMW or a Mercedes. Yes, just mention it casually."

"Okay." Milan raised his neck, "Boss Wan, this is what you said. If we win, you have to give us everything we want."

"Of course." Wan Yichang said proudly, deliberately revealing the 2 yuan watch on his wrist.

"Okay, since the lottery has been won, boy, you can just listen." Yu Bai smiled, "Master Qi is good at drawing shrimps, and he likes drawing shrimps. As we all know, this ink shrimp is made of rice paper. The color is yellowish, and you should pay attention. When Master Qi is painting, he has a habit. This habit cannot be learned by many people who copy Master Qi's works. Shrimp, all displayed in front, without leaving any brushwork, in the case of copying, even the most experienced painters will not be able to do this, no one in modern times has the brushstrokes of Master Qi."

After Yu Bai finished speaking, seeing that Fang Luo did not make a sound, he continued: "Master Qi has two extremes in painting, extreme craftsmanship and minimalism. These two extremes have been perfectly integrated by Master Qi. When painting shrimp, Master Qi can show the spirit of shrimp with only a few strokes. There is only one stroke left, without any broken strokes. Ask contemporary painters, who has this power, like Master Yu Qi, who can draw shrimp like this, even if they copy it, they can't do it. Master Qi!"

Hearing Yu Bai's words, everyone in the restaurant was in a daze. After a long while, someone came back and clapped their hands in applause, "Amazing! It's indeed Master Yu Bai. , it will be difficult for us to find out in our lifetime."

"Yeah, it turns out that there are so many claims about the authenticity of paintings. This is the first time I have seen it."

"Amazing, really amazing!"

Hearing the flattery from the people around him, Milan's face changed, "You say it's true, it's true, but today I insist that this painting is fake, do you have any evidence?"

"Evidence?" Wan Yichang smiled and called out to the owner of the restaurant, "Boss Li, how dare I ask you whether this painting is real or not?"

"Master Yu really has extraordinary eyesight. This painting of mine is an authentic work." The owner of the restaurant took out a certificate, which clearly stated that this ink shrimp was a work of the Qing Dynasty!There is a steel seal on the certificate, which cannot be faked.

As soon as the certificate was shown, the complacency on Yu Bai and Wan Yichang's faces became more obvious.

Milan's complexion is very ugly.

Fang Luo looked at the painting on the wall and murmured, "It's not right, it's not right, there must be something wrong!"

In the early years, Fang Luo had seen the original painting. Although the painting in front of him was exactly the same as the original painting, Fang Luo always felt that there was something wrong, but he couldn't tell.

"Three beauties, since the competition is over, please ask the three beauties to fulfill the bet." Wan Yichang looked at the three women of Sylvia Lin with squinting eyes. He was sure that as long as the three women could match It's not a big problem to win them by eating by yourself and relying on your own financial resources.

"What's for dinner?" Milan shook his head, obviously wanting to renege on his debt.

Seeing Milan like this, Wan Yichang's face darkened, "Beauty, you don't want to play tricks, do you?"

“Of course not.” Henry Zhang, who hadn’t said much, stood up, “We lost, and the three of them should fulfill their promise and eat with you.”

“Henry Zhang!” Milan stomped and pulled off Henry Zhang’s clothes, “How can you let Sylvia accompany you to dinner?”

Sylvia Lin’s complexion was also a little wrong. More than half a month ago, she would have thought that Henry Zhang was cowardly and fearful, so she would let herself eat with others, but after more than half a month of understanding, Sylvia Lin did not believe that Henry Zhang would do this But why would he say such a thing?Could it be...

Sylvia Lin thought of a possibility, which made her eyes glow.

Henry Zhang looked up, looked at the paintings on the wall, and then at Yu Bai, "Vice President Yu, right? Actually, I admire you a lot."

"Oh?" Yu Bai responded.

Henry Zhang grinned, "I admire you, when appraising paintings, you can see if there is a broken pen with just the naked eye."

With his hands behind his back, Yu Bai proudly said, "What's so difficult about it? It's a basic skill to see if there is a broken brush."

When Yu Bai said this, the people in the restaurant were in an uproar.

"See, this is the gap. If we want to distinguish a broken brush, we need to observe it carefully, and even use a magnifying glass to see the adhesion of the ink, but for the master, it is just a basic skill."

"Why is it that Master Yu is an honorary member of the Painting Association, and we are only basic members of Yanxia in Xixia Province."

"We still have a long way to go."

Yu Bai would benefit from the praise from the surroundings.

Henry Zhang smiled and looked at the restaurant owner. He remembered how Wan Yichang called him just now, "Boss Li, do you have paper and ink here? Can you give me some."

"Yes, wait a minute." Boss Li nodded. They have always provided paper and ink for free.

Seeing that Henry Zhang wanted paper and ink, Sylvia Lin asked puzzledly, "What are you doing?"

"Tear him apart." Henry Zhang said as it should, "It's the first time I've heard that someone can tell with the naked eye whether there is a broken pen in ink."

"How do you want to expose it?" Sylvia Lin's small face was full of doubts.

“You will know when you wait.” Henry Zhang said with a mysterious face.

(End of this chapter)