After the sudden sound rang, the audience immediately became quiet and looked at the source of the sound incredibly.

Seeing this, Yan Hai frowned. He recognized who this person was, and he was the fool from the Shangguan family. Yan Hai was a little surprised when he appeared today.

After all, Leng Ruoqiu is usually smart in his work, so it is undoubtedly a shame to bring her foolish husband with him on such occasions.

But Guan Ming's performance tonight made him feel something was wrong.

At this moment, Yan Hai was even more confused.

"Shangguan Ming, why are you yelling at?

Don’t think you are a fool, but you can scream irresponsibly!”

Yan Tianyou cursed in a furious manner.

When he introduced this painting worth hundreds of millions just now, he was so proud that the beauties present were almost focused on him. He estimated that after the dance, he would be able to take two beauties to his room for free, but now that he was fucked by Shangguan Ming, he would probably be ruined.

"Sorry, Master Yan, please put your mouth cleaner. I'm Shangguan Ming, not a fool!"

A hint of anger shot out from Shangguan Ming's black eyes.

"God bless you, don't be rude!"

Yan Hai was the master of tonight after all, and he couldn't speak too arrogantly, so he suppressed the atmosphere and smiled: "Young Master Shangguan, if I heard it correctly, were you just saying that my painting was a fake?

Is there any evidence?”

"certainly!"

The Yan family's insult to Leng Ruoqiu is irreparable. Shangguan Ming was cowardly and incompetent in the past and could not support her. However, Shangguan Ming today is no longer the cowardly fool, so he naturally cannot indulge the Yan family.

Yan Hai took a breath. He didn't know why Shangguan Ming was so confident, but he was still very confident in this painting.

Otherwise, he would not have shown his treasures tonight in front of so many big names.

"Since that's the case, I also want to see how my painting has become a fake!"

Yan Hai tried hard to keep his anger. He didn't think that this fool Shangguan Ming could have such ability. He couldn't even see the treasure appraiser he invited. It would be strange if this fool could see it.

"However, if the final result proves that it is not a fake, Mr. Shangguan, you have to give me an explanation, otherwise, I really don't know where to hang my old face."

Yan Hai's words seemed very dull, but they were full of threats.

"Don't worry, I, Shangguan Ming, never do anything randomly. If I say fakes, there must be evidence!"

Shangguan Ming smiled faintly, his expression seemed extremely firm, and then continued: "But, I might want to check your painting myself. I wonder if Mr. Yan agrees?"

Yan Hai hesitated for a moment, and he didn't know where Shangguan Ming got his confidence. Don't talk about whether he was a fool before. As long as there was never a treasure appraiser in the Shangguan family, how could he identify the authenticity?

"That's natural!"

So, Yan Hai made a little speculation and felt that Shangguan Ming was a fool, so he boldly agreed.

Shangguan Ming nodded, without wasting time, walked directly to the stage, and then walked back and forth a few times in front of the two etiquette ladies.

Suddenly, his hand quickly approached the painting, and then his right index finger tip stayed somewhere on the painting for a while, then pressed hard, and when he raised his finger again, there were two threads hanging on it.

"Hula~" Everyone was surprised.

This painting is a treasure worth hundreds of millions of yuan, and Shangguan Ming actually exposes it, and he is so calm, which is really incredible.

"Everyone sees the thread hanging on my fingers, right?"

Shangguan Ming deliberately swayed back and forth on the edge of the stage, allowing the people below to see clearly, and then continued: "This is a canvas made of cloth, so this thread appears. This thread is the artificial synthetic material and synthetic fiber we use in modern times."

"Wow~" There was an uproar in the audience. If it were as Shangguan Ming said, there must be something strange about this painting.

Hearing Shangguan Ming's explanation, Yan Hai's heart began to hang up. He never expected that this guy could see that there was something wrong with the painting.

"I ask, there were such synthetic fibers in canvases eight hundred years ago?

If so, I'm willing to pay for it!"

Shangguan Ming had a slight smile on his face, but he looked extremely confident.

He knew that as soon as this was said, Mr. Yan would be busy explaining it, rather than thinking about how to punish him.

"This painting is fake!"

After hearing Shangguan Ming's explanation, some people suddenly realized and shouted directly.

At the same time, they were also surprised.

Unexpectedly, the rumored fool Shangguan Ming was not stupid at all, and he was so knowledgeable and talented, and his impression of him changed immediately.

After all, everyone has heard of Shangguan Ming as a fool before, but has not really understood it.

Yan Hai's old face turned red, and he didn't know what was going on. He did buy this painting at a high price. Although it wasn't hundreds of millions, it was only 50 million.

At that time, he also found a relatively famous treasure appraiser for appraisal. They all said that there was no problem, but now Shangguan Ming found the flaws.

Despite this, Yan Hai is an old man after all, and such a thing must not be too embarrassing.

However, before Yan Hai could speak, his son Yan Tianyou stole it first: "Shangguan Ming, what are you talking about? What synthetic fibers, what threads are you doing? Where did you get these things? I only saw you deliberately damage our famous paintings. Okay, let's witness it and let this fool lose money."

"Yes, I saw it too. Shangguan Ming had a thread in his hand just now. Don't be fooled by him."

Xu Wei began to take the lead in making excitement.

Other younger brothers also assisted.

"A fool is a fool. Now that he can ruin someone's treasure, he will see how he compensates!"

"It's so shameful. I actually brought my own thread to slander people!"

"Yes, I think I'll drag it out and fight for a while. This stupid guy..."... Almost all the guys who cursed were the little brothers brought by Xu Wei, while the others didn't say anything. After all, this is the Yan family. Even if they don't believe it, they still have to give Mr. Yan a face.

Seeing the curse, Leng Ruoqiu was a little anxious, but now she can only make the situation worse.

At the critical moment, a thick and solemn voice suddenly sounded: "Whether it is true, take it to check the canvas and you will know the difference!"

Everyone hurriedly looked at the source of the sound and found an old man with half-white hair coming over.

Behind him was a young man, who was about twenty-three or four years old, with sharp eyes and very domineering.

When Yan Hai saw that it was Yue Wuya, the antique master of Sujiang City, he immediately said respectfully: "Old Yue, you are here, please help me see it. This guy insisted that this painting is a fake. I also want you to confirm it. Everyone knows your status in the antique industry, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is Taishan Beidou."
Chapter completed!