Langfei: I am the younger brother of the Fudi demons

Liu Hao was a little confused.

Because the eyes of the guy in front of me...seemed to be filled with pity.

Does this guy pity himself?

What's the meaning!

His magnificent fourth young master needs his mercy!

At this time, as the auctioneer's hammer fell, the second lot started bidding at a price of one million.

Lin Fan curled his lips slightly, and then said: "One million."

Liu Hao was stunned for a moment, then immediately became happy, looking at Lin Fan as if he were looking at an idiot.

At this moment, the guests on the scene were obviously still in the shock of the sky-high price of [-] million yuan for the stone, so they seemed a bit cold. Except for Lin Fan, there was no other bidder.

As a result, Lin Fan successfully bought the painting for 100 million.

The staff quickly delivered the painting to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan took out the bank card that his senior sister had given him earlier and swiped the card to pay.

This scene all fell in Liu Hao's eyes.

Although he didn't know where the bumpkin Lu Xiaoyue mentioned came from so much money, he couldn't help laughing anymore until he saw each other complete the transaction and the money was clear.

Lu Xiaoyue and Zhao Lei were also a little baffled by Liu Hao's gesture.

Liu Hao could not restrain his pride and said in a low voice to Lin Fan: "Boy, let me tell you a secret... In fact, this painting is a fake and worthless..."

Originally, Liu Hao wanted to keep the fact that the painting was fake in his stomach. After all, his purpose of donating the painting tonight was to gain a good reputation for himself.

But now that he saw the painting being photographed by this bumpkin, he couldn't help it anymore.

He was anxious to see the angry expression on the bumpkin in front of him when he knew the truth.

Lu Xiaoyue and Zhao Lei were stunned for a moment, and then looked at Lin Fan with gloating.

Not only did he lose 100 million worth of stones, he also lost [-] million in blood.

Just thinking about it makes you feel good.

Liu Hao's voice was very low, but the nearby guests still heard it.

At that moment, everyone looked at Liu Hao with a hint of contempt and a touch of alienation in their eyes.

You know, when this kid donated goods just now, he showed off that the paintings he donated were worth millions.

In the end, what he donated was a worthless fake painting. If the young man who had a conflict with him hadn't taken the picture, Liu Hao probably wouldn't have told the truth, so the others present would have been deceived.

Maybe that person could be me!

This boy from the Liu family has no good character.

Stay close to a gentleman and stay far away from a villain.

When doing business in the future, stay away from the Liu family...

Everyone had such thoughts at this moment.

At the same time, when he looked at Lin Fan, his eyes were filled with sympathy.

At this moment, Liu Hao hadn't noticed that he and his Liu family had been classified as villains by the guests present, and he was proudly preparing to admire the defeated appearance of the country bumpkin in front of him.

Lin Fan was already ready to put away the scroll. After hearing Liu Hao's words, and especially looking at the gloating faces of Liu Hao and the others, he thought for a moment and directly laid the scroll on the buffet table, and then couldn't find it far away. The waiter asked for a glass of water.

Wet a napkin in water, and then gently wet the painting under the curious eyes of everyone.

Looking at this scene, Liu Hao couldn't help but smile proudly: "Is it possible that if you dip it in water, you can turn it into a flower..."

Liu Hao's teasing stopped abruptly.

The next moment, a pair of eyes widened and rounded.

Because right under his nose, the guy in front of him carefully lifted up a corner of the scroll...

And as the yellowed rice paper was lifted up, underneath... there was another painting...

how can that be?

Liu Hao and the other three were dumbfounded.

The guests present were stunned for a moment, and then burst into exclamations.

And in this exclamation, the poorly painted picture of a shrimp opera on the yellowed scroll was completely uncovered, revealing another picture of ink bamboo with ancient meaning inside.

The picture looks very old at first glance, and the blank spaces are covered with seals of different sizes, and there is something extraordinary everywhere...

Liu Hao was completely stunned, and then his face turned red.

I originally wanted to see this idiot's joke, but in the end I realized that I was the joke.

And at this moment, the crowd exploded...

"This is actually a painting within a painting, using a cheap fake painting to hide the original? Unbelievable..."

"Wonderful, this pick-up is simply wonderful!"

"..."

"This...this is Ni Zan's ink bamboo painting!"

Suddenly an excited voice interrupted the discussion of the surrounding guests.

Among the guests, an old scholar-like old man walked out shakily, couldn't wait to get close to Lin Fan, stared at the scroll closely, and said excitedly.

Lu Xiaoyue's face was a bit ugly. She originally thought that the other party would suffer a heavy loss of more than 100 million, but the fake painting turned out to be a real painting, and from this tone, it seemed that the painting was not cheap...

Lu Xiaoyue was filled with jealousy. She quietly looked at Zhao Lei and Liu Hao on one side and said, "Who is Ni Zan?"

Lu Xiaoyue had never heard of it, but looking at the old man's excitement, he seemed to be famous...

Liu Hao and Zhao Lei have never heard of it either.

Ask them about a woman's measurements, and they might be able to accurately tell her at a glance.

As for Ni Zan?

What the hell?

The old man heard Lu Xiaoyue's words. He straightened up and scolded unceremoniously: "A bunch of uneducated people!"

"Ni Zan is a famous painter who lived more than 600 years ago. He is good at painting landscapes and ink bamboo. The ink bamboo has an upright posture and a few strokes, full of energy..."

Lu Xiaoyue couldn't understand it, but it sounded like it was very powerful.

As for Liu Hao, his face was already as gloomy as water: "Maybe it's a fake."

"This is definitely not a fake!" The old man categorically rejected, "I took a look and found that more than a dozen of the seals stamped on it were the unique private seals stamped by the great emperor 300 years ago."

"As an emperor, how could he stamp more than a dozen private seals on a fake painting?"

"Even if it's genuine, what's the big deal?" Lu Xiaoyue gritted her teeth and said harshly.

The old man looked at Lu Xiaoyue like an idiot: "It's not that great. Last year, a painting of ink bamboo by Ni Zan was auctioned for more than 6000 million!"