Madam, she's a full-time boss

Gu Nanyi didn't care about the insults and ridicule of the crowd, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Chen, please open your painting."

"Okay!" The uncle immediately opened the box and took out the scroll from inside.

The whole picture scroll was about two meters long. The uncle held the upper scroll with both hands and held it up high. The picture scroll opened and faced everyone present.

Gu Nan looked at the judging panel with cold eyes.

"I heard that the three present today are all well-known experts in the field of archaeology. The three of them must have some knowledge of Wang Chongwen's "Fog and Rain on the Xiangjiang River". Judging from the painting style, paper silk, seal, and inscription, this painting, is it true? Wang Chongwen's works are not difficult to distinguish."

Fan Zenghong snorted softly: "Little girl, the only work of Wang Chongwen that has been handed down to the world has been proven to be the "Fog and Rain on the Xiangjiang River" in the museum, and the painting in front of me is obviously the same from the scroll to the scroll and the silk section. The style of the early Qing Dynasty, so from this point we can infer that this painting is not made by Wang Chongwen, but a forgery made by later generations."

The expert sitting on Fan Zenghong's left stood up and said, "I need to go up to the stage to have a look."

Obviously, the expert saw something, he picked up the magnifying glass and walked to the painting.

After browsing through it carefully, his brows were tightly knit together.

"From the perspective of painting skills, this painting is indeed a rare masterpiece. Unfortunately, as Teacher Fan said, the scrolls, mountings and silk sections used in this painting are all in the style of the early Qing Dynasty. From this painting alone Judging from the paper silk, seal and inscriptions, it is not enough to confirm that it is Wang Chongwen's work handed down to the world."

Another expert also came over.

He followed suit and then shook his head.

"It's not like the real thing."

Gu Nan glanced at the two of them, but it's hard to say whether they really didn't see it, or they had other purposes.

The two experts personally confirmed that the painting was a fake, and a smile appeared on Fan Zenghong's cold face.

"Little girl, should you be convinced now?"

The audience in the audience became more and more angry at this time.

"What are the security guards at Shunyuanju doing? The scene of appreciating treasures was made a mess by these ignorant people. If you don't learn well at a young age, I think you are here to meet Master Porcelain Fan."

"What about the security? Get these people out immediately."

"Master Fan has wronged you. If someone like this doubts your professional level, our people's eyes are sharp. Don't pay attention to such a shameless person, and resolutely don't give her any heat."

"Who knows this girl's parents? Tell her parents to take her away quickly. Don't come out to make a fool of yourself in the future. It will only cause trouble to the society."

The laughter was mixed with all kinds of bitter and vicious words.

The uncle looked at Gu Nanyi apologetically.

"Miss Gu, I'm really sorry, I'm the one who troubled you."

It's because he himself is too greedy, always thinking that this painting is authentic and that he can get rich overnight.

It turned out to be the joke of the audience tonight, and even got involved with a kind little girl.

On Gu Nanyi's face, there was no trace of shame and anger after being abused, and his expression was calm and calm.

Huangfu Yueshan, who was sitting in the auditorium, looked at Fu Yunchen beside her with contempt in her eyes.

"Yun Chen, do you want to help Miss Gu? I think Miss Gu will be scolded and cried if this goes on. After all, she is a girl with a thin skin. Hey, I should have persuaded her just now, don't be too arrogant."

When Bai Tingting heard this, she also became anxious.

"Little uncle, Sister Nanyi is being bullied, go up and help her, she was brought by you, you have the responsibility to protect her."

Bai Tingting is really worried about Gu Nanyi.

She thought to herself, if she was ridiculed by hundreds of people standing on the stage, she would definitely be scolded as an idiot.

Fu Yunchen kept his quiet gaze fixed on the girl on the stage: "She's not that fragile."

Displeasure flashed in Huangfu Yueshan's heart: "Yun Chen, you and Miss Gu have only known each other not long ago? You may not really understand who she is."

Fu Yunchen looked at Huangfu Yueshan with cold eyes.

"Who is she, I know better than you."

Huangfu Yueshan felt a burst of humiliation, and a stream of heat rose from her cheeks, scorching hot, as if she had been slapped in public.

"Yun Chen, you misunderstood me. Miss Gu is a girl after all. She will definitely feel very uncomfortable when she encounters such an embarrassing situation. I want to help her."

"I accepted it kindly, but she probably won't need it." Fu Yunchen replied lightly, staring intently at the girl on the stage.

It seemed that he didn't even bother to give her a look.

at this time

Gu Nan said in a cold voice: "It seems that the three experts know very little about Wang Chongwen. Since you can't tell whether it is Wang Chongwen's authentic work from the silk paper, seal, and inscription, in fact, Wang Chongwen's work also has a hidden anti-counterfeiting mark. .”

The girl who was ridiculed by the crowd on the stage spoke coldly, her voice clear and powerful.

The auditorium, which was originally noisy and noisy, fell silent inexplicably.

As soon as Gu Nan glanced at the two experts, he pursed his lips and let out a cold brow.

Fan Zenghong snorted softly, and said with a sneer: "Little girl, although I can't say that I understand Wang Chongwen very well, I have been fortunate enough to have seen the authentic works of all the ancient books left by him. Wang Chongwen's handwriting is indeed somewhat similar, but the handwriting can be imitated, and the authenticity cannot be judged from this aspect, unless you can produce more favorable evidence to prove it."

Fan Zenghong has a well-thought-out plan, but there are very few authentic works by Wang Chongwen. In addition to the traces of post-processing of this painting, it is difficult to judge the authenticity from the calligraphy and painting.

At this time, he stood up and said that the painting was a fake, and no one dared to say that it was genuine.

Therefore, even if it is the authentic work of Wang Chongwen, it can only be a fake at this time.

Who would pay for a fake that has no market?

The painting will eventually fall into his hands.

Gu Nan turned to look at the uncle.

"Is there a lighter?"

The uncle froze for a moment, recovered his senses, and hurriedly took out a lighter from his pocket and handed it over.

Gu Nan did not explain, and pressed the lighter in front of everyone.

With a sound of "pa", the flames rushed out.

She raised the lighter and walked to the painting, and told the hostess to hold the other end of the painting.

Under the curiosity of everyone, she slowly moved the lighter to the figure standing at the bow.

"What is she doing?"

"Do you want to burn this painting?"

"Maybe it's a guilty conscience, and I want to burn this painting in public, so as not to get caught, hahaha..."

Gu Nan stared intently at the figure at the bow of the boat. The lighter was about the length of a thumb from the paper. After some heating, something strange happened.

All I saw was that a line of poetry appeared miraculously on a black bamboo fan unfolded in the man's hand.

"Yingjie Fangcao is clean and dust-free", followed by three words at the end: "Gift Wuchen".

The cameraman clearly captured this miraculous scene and projected it on the large LCD screen behind the exhibition stand. All the hundreds of spectators present clearly saw the changes on the paper fan.

[The author has something to say]

In the past two days, I originally wanted to update it three times, but Kawenka is very ecstasy. I will sort out the plot tomorrow, and I will update it again when the plot goes smoothly...