Chapter 364 You Shameless Old Guy (Monthly Pass Plus 2000)

Mo Chengyun found 10,000 yuan and bet Lan Xiao directly.

He smiled and ran back to Brother Jiang: "Brother Jiang, who are you betting on?"

Brother Jiang held a cigarette on his lips, and through the misty smog, he looked at Lan Xiao, who was shining with confidence in the bottom of his eyes.

Then, he took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Mo Chengyun.

"Help me bet one million Lan Xiao to win."

Mo Chengyun twitched the corners of his mouth, 11,000,000, which is a hundredfold difference.

He regretted it all at this time, and he bet less.

...

Song Qiaoqiao identified it with a very relaxed attitude at first, but later, her brows were tightly furrowed and never opened again.

Half an hour later, everyone saw Song Qiaoqiao holding paper and pen, standing between the two paintings, looking to the left and then to the right.

A hesitant look that is very difficult to make a decision.

Song Qiaoqiao scratched the back of her head angrily, and she muttered in a low voice, "What's the matter? How do I think these two paintings are genuine?"

Song Qiaoqiao struggled for a full twenty minutes, and the time for the entanglement was almost catching up with the time for her identification.

Many people on the field have been waiting impatiently.

They urged Song Qiaoqiao to write down the identification results quickly.

Song Qiaoqiao was so anxious that her forehead was sweating, her palms were wet, and her back was even more sweaty.

These two paintings are almost the same, no matter where they are from, they are almost indistinguishable from male and female.

She was hesitant, hesitant, panicked, unsure of paying attention, and even less afraid to write down the identification results easily.

Suddenly, a light flashed in her mind.

By the way, didn't Mr. Su just say that when my uncle arrived at Su's house last night, didn't he have already appraised Mr. Su's painting?

My uncle said that Mr. Su's painting was real, so Mr. Su's painting should be real, right?

And this painting by Mo Chengyun——

Song Qiaoqiao took a tissue and wiped off the sweat lightly.

She gritted her teeth secretly, and if she didn't care, she chose the painting of Old Man Su as the genuine one. Since she could not identify the authenticity of the two paintings for a while, then she should always trust her uncle's vision.

No wonder Lan Xiao was so guilty just now. It seems that she can't tell which is true and which is false?

Ha~ a teenage girl, is she better than her uncle?

Song Qiaoqiao made up her mind and let out a sigh of relief.

She wrote down her identification results on the paper stroke by stroke.

After writing it, she also put it into a glass tube and handed it over to the four old men.

Next, the four old men went to identify the painting.

The four old men gathered around the two paintings and began to concentrate on the identification.

At first, a few people were calm.

However, after 20 minutes, these people were already blushing.

The two paintings are almost indistinguishable, and it is impossible to determine their authenticity.

Curator Fu and another master agreed that the painting on the left was the real painting, while Curator Zhang led another old man and thought the painting on the right was the real painting.

The two sides quarreled for a full twenty minutes, without arguing for a reason.

Song Qiaoqiao couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. It seemed that it was not that she was not good at learning, but that the two paintings were exactly the same.

To say that these two paintings are true, that is also possible.

Lan Xiao stood on the side very calmly. She lowered her head and ignored it. The old guys were arguing fiercely. She just reminded herself secretly that she would go to Wen's house later to ask Wen Muchu's phone number. Number.

She was afraid that Wen Muchu would be angry if he couldn't contact her.

...

About 20 minutes later, one of the old men was so excited that he swayed, clutching his chest, and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, I was supported in time, and then I found the medicine to swallow, otherwise today's competition would have to cause people's lives.

Everyone was terrified.

The four old masters did not dare to argue fiercely anymore. In short, they were divided into two camps, one supported the genuine painting on the left, and the other supported the genuine painting on the right.

Their four masters divided the identification results into two and sealed them up one after another.

In short, the four good old masters were returned to me at the last moment, but at this moment, the two paintings have completely broken.

No one is willing to back down, and everyone has their own opinions and thinks they are right.

Su Lao finally came out and announced that the identification was complete.

Then, he took out the four identification results one after another from the glass bottle and placed them on the desk.

The first to unfold the appraisal results were the papers of Curator Fu and an old man.

It clearly states that the painting on the left by Mo Chengyun is real.

Then, Old Man Su unfolded the papers of Director Zhang and another old man.

It also said that the painting by Mrs. Su was real.

The two different identification results made the surrounding people stunned.

This... turned out to be very pissing.

In other words, even these experts are unable to identify the authenticity of the two paintings for sure?

Song Qiaoqiao frowned slightly and took the initiative to reveal her identification results.

"The result of my appraisal is that I think that Old Su's painting is real... But if Lan Xiao thinks that Mo Chengyun's painting is real, isn't the matter deadlocked?"

Yes, it is completely deadlocked, and there is still no way to distinguish the true from the false, and it is impossible to determine who wins and who loses.

Director Zhang snorted coldly and tapped the ground with his crutches.

"That's not necessarily true. Don't forget that Mr. Qu also participated in the appraisal. Didn't Mr. Su just say that Mr. Qu has confirmed that Mr. Su's hand is genuine? We won three to two."

Director Fu turned pale with anger, and glared at Director Zhang through gritted teeth.

"How can the results of the appraisal be determined by the number of people, is it unreasonable at all?"

"If there is no way to confirm the final result, then the winner or loser can only be determined by the number of people." Director Zhang retorted without showing weakness.

"You... it's just rhetorical, you shameless old guy..."

"Hey, old man Fu, who are you calling a shameless old fellow?"

"you……"

The two curators talked and quarreled again.

At this moment, the two of them almost became enemies with deep hatred.

Fighting that is called a red face.

Song Qiaoqiao frowned, and a deep voice interrupted their argument.

"It's okay, don't argue, let's start with Lan Xiao's appraisal results before deciding what to do next, shall we?"

Director Zhang and Director Fu glared at each other angrily and stopped talking.

Lan Xiao touched her nose and felt that such a scene was extremely embarrassing.

She didn't even know that Master Jianbao, who had a very high status, would have such a crazy time for an ancient painting.

The strength and sound of the quarrel almost overturned the roof.

"Lan Xiao, open your own identification results." Song Qiaoqiao glanced at Lan Xiao and motioned her to open the glass bottle.

Lan Xiao held the glass bottle that belonged to her in her hand, and then she slowly pulled out the stopper.

She took out the note, and instead of reading her own words, she gave it to Mr. Su.

"Old Su, come read for me. I'm timid, I'm afraid that my voice will stutter and let you see jokes..."

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