Sun Wu saw this and stopped talking.
Luo Hua laughed for a long time, and finally stopped.
"Miyamoto, I know you are definitely dissatisfied in your heart. You must hope or think that the painting you bought is real. After all, you have asked many people to appraise it, including Sun and my Mr. Sun. There is no problem with this picture, but it is a pity that your picture is indeed fake!"
"Of course I don't speak for nothing!"
"You are very clear about who I am. If you don't have full confidence, I will never slap you in the face!"
"Isn't there a popular saying that there are pictures and the truth?"
"I will show you a picture to see what the real Tang Bohu painting looks like!"
Luo Hua took out his phone while talking.
Miyamoto quickly leaned forward.
Luo Hua suddenly put the phone back in his pocket and looked up at Miyamoto.
"Luo Hua, what do you mean?"
Miyamoto really wanted to see what a photo looked like on the phone. Luo Hua suddenly hid the phone. He stopped doing it and yelled loudly.
"Miyamoto, what is your attitude?"
"If you do this again, I won't show it to you!"
"It is you who bought this painting, but not me. It is you who is anxious, but it is also not me. It has nothing to do with me!"
Luo Hua pulled his face down, looking impatient.
Miyamoto knew that Luo Hua was deliberately teasing himself, but people had to bow their heads under the eaves. The thing he wanted to do most now was to figure out whether this Tang Bohu painting he bought for 350 million yuan was true. Still fake.
"Luo Hua, just say it directly, what do you want?"
Miyamoto was holding back the anger in his heart, knowing that under the current circumstances, it would be impossible for him to not produce a little blood.
"2 million!"
"You know, I definitely don't have the kind of eyesight to identify the authenticity of this painting. It is someone else who can see that this painting is authentic. Now that person sent me the photo, and I will show it to you again. , How much do you have to pay an appraisal fee?"
Luo Hua's conditions.
"2 million?"
"You are taking advantage of the fire!"
Miyamoto was angry with smoke above his head.
"Hahaha!"
"Miyamoto, I don't like to hear what you say!"
"How is this called taking advantage of the fire?"
"You have been playing collection for a long time!"
"You don't know the rules in the industry. Of course you have to pay to find someone else to appraise. I don't need to explain this to you?"
"For a pair of 350 million, it would be reasonable to ask you for an appraisal fee of 2 million, and not overcharge at all!"
"If you think the price is too high, there is no problem. You don't have to pay, and I won't show it to you!"
Luo Hua is confident, knowing that Miyamoto will definitely give the money in the end.
Miyamoto crushed his teeth and wanted to refuse, but in the end he failed to do so and could only agree.
Luo Hua asked Miyamoto to transfer the money to himself first.
Miyamoto was even more angry. He clearly thought that he was an unbelieving villain, but he still had to bow his head under the roof. In this situation, Luo Hua can only do what he says.
Miyamoto took out his cell phone and passed the money to Luo Hua.
Luo Hua is triumphant, 2 million is drizzle to him, all he wants is this feeling.
After Luo Hua received the money, he opened the photo Tang Miaomiao had just sent.
Miyamoto's face looked like ashes, and the words in the photo are exactly the same as the ones he bought. This is exactly the same as the part of the heart. There are different things. There are many stamps in the photos. These are the seals of celebrities. From this point alone, it can be seen that the painting in the photo is real, and the painting I bought is probably fake.
"This alone cannot prove 100% that the painting I bought is fake!"
Miyamoto gritted his teeth, although his face was very ugly, he still tried to distinguish.
Luo Hua curled his mouth, very disdainful, Miyamoto's mouth was hard.
"I knew you would say that, or the person who owns this painting knows that you would say it, and he specifically pointed out the biggest problem with your painting."
"Look at the painting you bought. It has a seal of Tang Bohu himself!"
"look carefully!"
"Please take a look with your eyes wide open!"
"The eyes are obviously as big as goldfish, but they are like blind people. Don't tell others when you go out, you will be laughed to death by others!"
As the building said, he vigorously placed Tang Bohu's seal on it.
Miyamoto swallowed his anger, suppressing the anger in his heart, and carefully looked at Tang Bohu's seal on the painting, but the more he looked at it, the more confused he became, and he couldn't see anything at all.
Sun Wu stood aside, watching the boss whose face changed drastically and his mouth opened, as if seeing something terrifying, he couldn't speak for a long time.
"Mr. Sun Wu, I don't know what you see is coming?"
Seeing Sun Wu's expression like this, Miyamoto hurriedly asked.
Sun Wu opened his mouth wide, breathing desperately like a fish leaving the water, and his face slowly returned to normal after a long time.
"Mr. Miyamoto, I regret to tell you that this painting is indeed fake!"
"It's very simple to identify this. Luo Hua is right, or the master Luo Hua knows is right at all. There is a problem with Tang Bohu's seal, because there is a word on it that is missing!"
"Tang Bohu's paintings and calligraphy have never seen such a missing seal!"
"From this, it can be concluded that the seal is fake, and this painting must be fake."
Sun Wu sighed, it was really black under the light, and when appraising this painting just now, the main energy was focused on the style and technique of the painting. Although he saw this seal, he didn't pay attention at all. The strokes are missing.
Miyamoto took a closer look and found that Sun Wu was right. One of the words on the seal was indeed missing a line. If you didn’t pay attention, you wouldn’t be able to find it. Now it seems so eye-catching, it’s impossible to not see it. .
"fake!"
"It's really fake!"
"It turns out it's really fake!"
Miyamoto murmured to himself, his face was red and white, his body was shaking, his feet softened and he sat on the ground.
Luo Hua took a look at Miyamoto and gloated. 350 million people were stunned. If this kind of thing happened to himself, of course he would not want to live. If it happened to others, especially his opponent, it was simply Don't be too cool.
Luo Hua slowly turned and walked out.
Sun Wu sighed and glanced at the painting on the table. The 350 million yuan just exchanged for a piece of waste paper and turned and left.
