The Fierce and Powerful Immortal Physician

"Zhou Hao, what brings you here? Didn't I warn you? The Xia family's affairs are none of your business. Go away, and don't make me angry."

Once she realized what was happening, Qiu Shulan immediately flew into a rage. The matter was already settled, and she was determined to support her future wealthy husband.

Xia Zhongjing's eyes lit up for a moment, but then dimmed again. He said helplessly, "Xiao Hao, just admit defeat. I can still afford three million."

"Uncle, this isn't just about three million. This is clearly a trap, designed to lure you in. We can't swallow this loss, or these people will become increasingly arrogant."

Zhou Hao ignored Qiu Shulan and Xia Zixuan and spoke directly to Xia Zhongjing.

He wouldn't have gotten involved in this matter if it weren't for Sister Ziruo's request.

"Oh, so they're all acquaintances. Young man, they've already admitted it themselves, so what are you so smug about? You're just bored. If you don't tell the whole story today, I'll send you to the police station for a few days, you believe me?"

Fang Zhiheng immediately sensed something unusual, which gave him confidence.

"Zhou Hao, you're always going against me. I know you're resentful, but unfortunately, you're just a nobody now. What makes you think you can compete with me?"

Shen Zeyu let out a cold snort, determined not to let this fool ruin his plans.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this landscape painting is indeed a work from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, but its author is not Shi Tao. The signature and seal are high-quality imitations, specially treated to look old, and cannot be distinguished by the naked eye."

This is called "receiving payment," a common trick used by unscrupulous antique shops.

Zhou Hao ignored him completely, took the so-called Shi Tao landscape painting, and pointed to the signature and seal in the lower left corner.

Before the Eye of Truth, all low-level illusions and hidden attributes are exposed.

It's true that the landscape painting itself has a touch of spiritual charm, and it is indeed an object from three hundred years ago. However, the signature and seal are completely devoid of any spirituality, and it is obvious that they were added using modern technology.

It's just that ordinary people, and even some so-called experts and treasure appraisers, can't tell the difference.

The shop owner used it to stage an accident, and whether it was a coincidence or intentional, Uncle Xia actually fell for it.

According to Sun Haifeng, who works at the Haifeng scrap metal company, his parents' belongings were taken away by Rongbaozhai.

Liu Yannong said that her boss, Peng Dingcheng, had close ties with Heilong and the Li family.

It's like searching high and low without finding it, only to have it come to me effortlessly. So today, let's touch this tiger's backside.

"Nonsense! Rongbaozhai has never sold counterfeit goods for decades. Our reputation is impeccable, and we have an excellent market reputation. How dare you smear our reputation like this?"

Fang Zhiheng's heart sank suddenly, but he said firmly:

"Where's your evidence? No evidence is slander, and I'll make you regret it."

The passion of the onlookers was instantly reignited, and they began to discuss it animatedly.

"Wow, really? Rongbaozhai does have a good reputation. I even have two of their pieces at home."

"It's hard to say. There are plenty of unscrupulous business owners making money this day."

"Everyone has their own version of the truth; produce evidence, and the truth will come out."

"Yes, as long as he can provide convincing evidence, I will believe him."

"..."

Seeing this, Shen Zeyu sensed something was wrong and quickly chimed in, "Zhou Hao, if you're so capable, produce some evidence. Otherwise, you're just making empty promises, or you might end up in jail."

He was certain that Zhou Hao had no knowledge of treasure appraisal and was just spreading alarmist rumors to take advantage of the situation.

Furthermore, I genuinely couldn't tell that the painting was a fake.

"Yeah, Mouse, don't talk nonsense without evidence, or you'll get yourself into trouble," Xia Zixuan chimed in.

"Zhou Hao, please stop causing trouble. Haven't you made a scene big enough? The old man has arranged for me to pay up and leave. I've had enough." Qiu Shulan couldn't listen anymore. Zhou Hao was clearly just trying to attract attention.

Things are getting worse and worse. If the store goes back on its word and demands the original price as compensation, that would be disastrous.

"Xiao Hao, that's it. We can't beat these people."

Although Xia Zhongjing felt that what Zhou Hao said was very likely true, he still sighed, took out his phone to prepare to transfer money for compensation, to settle the matter peacefully, and to accept his bad luck.

"Uncle, don't transfer the money yet—I'll convince everyone with scientific knowledge!"

Zhou Hao stopped Xia Zhongjing's foolish behavior, then borrowed a lighter from someone nearby, lit it with a snap, and held the flame close to the image, moving it back and forth between the landscape painting and the signature.

At the same time, he slightly moved his fingers and cast a Snow Mountain Talisman into the landscape painting area.

Ten seconds later, he shouted:

"The ink in the landscape painting has seeped into the Xuan paper fiber layer, and the gum inside has aged, making heat transfer extremely slow. However, the gum in the ink in the signature area has high gum activity, resulting in faster heat transfer."

After being heated for the same amount of time, the difference in temperature between the two sides is enormous, which can be felt by hand.

The main purpose of the Snow Mountain Token is not to cheat, but to increase the perception of temperature differences so that ordinary people can clearly distinguish the temperature difference between the two areas.

After saying that, he called over several onlookers to touch the back of the painting to feel the temperature difference.

"The difference is indeed significant. The back of the landscape painting area feels cool to the touch, while the back of the signature area feels warm."

"Oh my god, he's telling the truth!"

"Could this painting be a fake? That would be such a rip-off!"

"Incredible, amazing!"

"......"

The onlookers gasped in amazement after touching it.

Xia Zixuan pursed her lips, not believing it at all. She stepped forward and touched the back of the painting, then her expression changed, and she shut her mouth and stopped saying anything.

Although she didn't understand antiques and calligraphy, she had received higher education and had some basic common sense. At this moment, her confidence wavered.

"You're just spouting nonsense. You didn't even go to college, what are you talking about science for?"

Shen Zeyu was naturally unconvinced. He had absolute confidence in his judgment and was unwilling to lose face in front of Xia Zixuan. After a cold laugh, he also reached out and touched the back of the painting, and then his facial muscles twitched violently a few times.

A bad feeling crept into his heart. At this moment, he knew that what Zhou Hao said was true, but he could not back down, otherwise he didn't know how this matter would end.

"What does temperature difference prove? Who said the temperature in two areas must be the same? This painting was bought back from Hong Kong Island for ten million dollars and has an authentication certificate from a national-level professional appraisal institution."

True gold fears no fire; there's no way he can renege on his debt. Guards, arrest this rambling fool and take him to the police station.

Fang Zhiheng's lips twitched violently, and he roared in anger and embarrassment.

Having one's secrets exposed in public is unacceptable. If word gets out, Rongbaozhai's reputation will be ruined, and the boss will surely skin him alive.

First, arrest this guy and teach him a lesson, then detain him in the police station for half a month, and he'll behave himself.

After saying that, he quickly made a phone call.

Two burly men who had been eyeing Zhou Hao from the perimeter rushed toward him, startling the onlookers who scattered in fear.

Zhou Hao snorted coldly and without saying a word, he raised his fist and punched the two security guards.

In the blink of an eye,

The two burly men screamed and fell to the ground, their bodies curled up like shrimp, incapacitated.

"Stop! In broad daylight, under the clear sky, how dare you, a petty thug, run wild here?"

At that moment, a chilling voice came from the periphery of the crowd.