"Mr. Miyamoto, there may be a problem with the painting you bought!" Sun Wu said as he directed the painting tube held in Miyamoto's hand, "That one is probably not Tang Bohu's painting, but Others imitated."
Miyamoto couldn't react for a while and looked at Sun Wu dumbfounded.
"Mr. Miyamoto, what's wrong with you?"
Sun Wu saw that Miyamoto didn't respond at all, he was taken aback, and hurriedly asked again.
"impossible!"
"It's absolutely impossible!"
"The painting I bought is definitely Tang Bohu's painting! I have found many people to appraise it, and there is absolutely no problem!"
"It must be true!"
"It can't be fake!"
Miyamoto shook his whole body, his face turned like white paper, and he screamed frantically, dancing and dancing.
Luo Hua couldn't help covering his ears. Miyamoto's call seemed to be bursting with chrysanthemums by others. It was really ugly and painful.
"Miyamoto, what's your name?"
"You just bark, why is it so bad?"
"Did you cut yourself off?"
"Even if it is from the palace, there is no such name as you!"
"It's so ugly!"
"But it's 350 million. Even if this painting is really fake, it's just a drop in the bucket for you, there's no problem!"
"Aren't you rich?"
"Why should the rich care about 350 million?"
"Only poor ghosts care about this money!"
Luo Hua finally caught the opportunity, and he went back unceremoniously.
Miyamoto's face blushed and white, and there was no way to refute it. In fact, he didn't have any mood to refute it at this time. What he cares most now is whether the painting is real or whether it is fake.
"Mr. Sun Wu, I don't know why you say that?"
"Why do you say that sentence is false?"
"I have asked many people for identification, and they all said there is no problem!"
Miyamoto grabbed Sun Wu's hand and asked in a hurry.
"Mr. Miyamoto, please calm down first."
Sun Wu wanted to get rid of Miyamoto's hand, but the work was too hard, and he couldn't help it.
calm?
How could Miyamoto calm down at this time?
350 million!
This is 350 million!
It's not 35,000 yuan!
Miyamoto couldn't calm down at all!
After spending so much money, if you buy a real Tang Bohu painting, there is no problem at all!
But if it is a fake painting, the problem is big!
Miyamoto could not calm down anyway.
"Mr. Sun Wu, you are the most famous appraisal expert in the world. I don't know where you found it. Are the batch of paintings I took fake?"
"Please tell me?"
"Please tell me!"
Miyamoto grabbed Sun Wu's hand harder and harder, and his eyes became more like copper bells. The eyeballs were full of blood, not like a wounded beast.
How could Sun Wu tell what went wrong? That painting is fake? I still heard what Tang Miaomiao said.
"Mr. Miyamoto, if you don't mind, I want to take another look at that painting. Let's study it again to see if it's fake!"
Sun Wu thought for a while and decided to look at the painting that Miyamoto took first.
How could Miyamoto refuse at this time, and immediately took Sun Wu into the box he had booked. There were still a few people inside. When they saw Miyamoto, they said congratulations. The long-term wish was finally fulfilled, but this time, it was clearly The flattering hit the horse's leg. Miyamoto ignored those people, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, he immediately opened the drawing tube and took out the words inside.
Sun Wu took it very seriously, from beginning to end, reading it over and over again, never letting go of any detail or corner.
Sun Wu spent a full hour, his brows tightened as he watched.
"Mr. Sun Wu, is this painting true or false in your opinion?!"
Miyamoto couldn't help it. He felt like an ant on a hot pot didn't know how many times it had rotated back and forth in the box.
Sun Wu did not speak, and turned his head to look at Luo Hua, who was standing next to him. The reason was simple. He could not see where the problem with the painting in front of him was, but Luo Hua just said that the painting is authentic. In Tang Miaomiao's place, this means that the painting in front of him must be fake.
Luo Hua was drinking tea leisurely by the side, because he didn't say a word when I was appraising it just now. Now that he saw Sun Wu's eyes like this, he knew that this did not see the problem and where it was.
Luo Hua put down the teacup in his hand, stood up slowly, and walked to Miyamoto.
"Miyamoto, don't take a chance!"
"The painting you bought is absolutely fake!"
"The fake can't be fake again!"
"Do you want to ask how I know this?"
"The reason is very simple, that is, the authenticity of this painting is in someone else's hands, so you paid for a fake!"
Luo Hua tried hard to show his demeanor. He has been telling himself that he must not gloat and laugh when he speaks. However, at the beginning, he could barely do it, but he couldn't help it at last. A smile appeared on his face. Once the smile appeared, it was as if the ice and snow melted, and he could no longer control it. Finally, he laughed, tears streaming out.
