Chapter 806: One World, One Dream

The exhibition hall was very quiet.

All the people participating in this exhibition, whether taking photos or talking, communicated in whispers, and even their steps were extremely gentle, for fear of affecting the atmosphere of the entire exhibition hall.

However, the little girl didn't have so many worries, and her voice was the same as usual.

In fact, it is not too big, but because the exhibition hall is too quiet, you can even hear the squeaking sound of electricity behind the large screen. The little girl's words are like a thunder, making everyone in the exhibition hall turn their heads to look. she.

The middle-aged woman felt that she and her daughter had become the focus of everyone's attention, and she seemed a little flustered. She hurriedly said in a very low voice: "Baby, don't talk. I taught you this at home, that is the signature and lyrics... "

The little girl frowned and shook her head vigorously, saying: "I'm not talking about those things, I know all those things. What I mean is that under the ears of the portrait, there are two lines of very small words. And they are Chinese characters, that is Chinese character."

The sound is still loud.

The middle-aged woman was even more panicked. She said urgently: "Don't talk nonsense, honey. I told you at home that this is a painting by Master Yan Liben. How could there be any writing on the ear root?"

"But it's true, Mom, can't you see it? There are so many people here, can't you see it?" The girl's voice became clearer and clearer, and was unusually sure, with deep doubts at the same time. This doubt is for the adults participating in the exhibition.

A staff member had already walked over quickly. He whispered to the middle-aged woman: "Madam, if you still can't take care of your child, unfortunately, I can only ask you to leave."

The middle-aged woman glared at her daughter and whispered: "No matter what, stop talking, otherwise you will not be able to see this painting. Do you understand? Do you know what a rare learning opportunity this is?"

The little girl pursed her lips, seemingly unhappy, but slowly lowered her head.

Everyone thought the little girl had given up, but unexpectedly, the next moment, the little girl raised her head again and said with bright eyes: "Then let's not look at it. There are really two lines of Chinese characters near the ears of that portrait. It's just that it's too small, so I can't see clearly what's written. There are absolutely no such Chinese characters in Master Yan Liben's paintings. We must be looking at a fake. Mom, let's go back... "

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the little girl's words completely caused chaos in the exhibition hall.

Genichi Miyamoto was not in the exhibition hall at the moment. He was in the security room, paying close attention to the silent sirens, and monitoring all movements on site with the security director to prevent any accidents.

However, the old men who helped Miyamoto Kenichi appraise the painting, including Tanaka and Watanabe, were there. Before the exhibition, they had already announced to the media that they had participated in the appraisal of the painting and confirmed that it was There is no doubt that Yan Liben is authentic. The little girl's words were simply a humiliation to them.

Could it be that so many master-level experts cannot match the eyesight of a child?

Watanabe couldn't hold himself back. He walked up to the security guard and said, "Please ask this lady and her daughter to leave. This is nonsense."

Tanaka also echoed: "Today's exhibition is a grand event in our country's cultural circle. How can we allow such wanton and troublesome people to stay here?"

Several other old men also spoke one after another, and for a while, the crowd became excited.

Seeing this, the security personnel could only whisper to the middle-aged woman: "Sorry, ma'am..." and made a gesture asking her to leave.

The middle-aged woman was so anxious that she glared at her daughter again. The little girl burst into tears. She waved her hands and said, "What I said is true. Those words are very small. Mom, you know, my eyesight is Very good, you can see tiny dust that you normally can’t see. ”

Another security guard came forward, and the two of them grabbed the middle-aged woman and tried to ask her out of the exhibition hall directly.

The middle-aged woman was a little unhappy. She looked at her daughter distressedly and said coldly to the two security personnel: "We will leave on our own without your invitation. However, my daughter's eyesight is indeed much better than ordinary people. Maybe what she said is true. I suggest you use a high-power magnifying glass to carefully examine the ears of the portrait." After that, she hugged the little girl and quickly left the exhibition hall.

After the mother and son left, the exhibition hall was no longer as peaceful as before. Many people began to discuss in low voices. Miyamoto Genichi naturally knew about this and immediately left the security room and hurried back to the exhibition hall.

In any case, even if it is just a child's nonsense, it has already left a question in the minds of people participating in the exhibition. In order to prove that this painting is absolutely authentic, and to prove that the little girl is just talking nonsense, the palace Ben Xuanyi asked someone to fetch a high-power magnifying glass and walked to the booth in person, ready to take a closer look.

At this time, a reporter in the crowd said: "Mr. Miyamoto, I have no intention of questioning you. However, since some people have raised questions, I think it is better to use a high-power camera to shoot the ears of this portrait and put it on the big screen. Let’s all check it out.”

Miyamoto Genichi just bent down and before he could verify it, he straightened up after hearing these words, slowly turned his head and glanced at the reporter.

"I'm sorry, I just want to prove it for Mr. Miyamoto. The camera I brought happens to have a high-magnification camera function, which can magnify up to sixty-four times for shooting."

Genichi Miyamoto saw that the guests in the exhibition hall were talking about it. He didn't believe that a fake painting could be hidden from his eyes and the eyes of so many experts. He nodded arrogantly and said, "That's fine. The lady just now only had an invitation card. I thought that a child should not be disappointed, so I let her and her son in together. I didn't expect that this person was someone who deliberately made trouble. Please, lend me your camera."

After that, Genichi Miyamoto made way and whispered a few words to the security director who rushed over. The security director immediately ordered all the security personnel to surround the entire booth and control everyone outside the encirclement.

Then, the security director personally opened the cover of the bulletproof glass. Someone had already connected the reporter's camera to the big screen in the exhibition hall. The reporter walked up alone, adjusted the camera, and aimed at the ear root of Wang Youjun's statue to take a high-powered photo.

On the big screen in the exhibition hall, the real-time picture taken with 64-fold magnification photography technology also appeared at the same time.

In an instant, the entire exhibition hall was completely quiet, so quiet that even the rustling sound of the camera running inside could be clearly heard.

Because, on the big screen, the image of Wang Youjun appeared a little below the ear, and in the stroke that looked like the outline of the face, there were really two lines of words hidden.

And, as the little girl said, they were two lines of Chinese characters.

Even though it was written in simplified Chinese, which was quite different from the ancient Chinese characters in Japanese, these two lines of words could be easily recognized even by Japanese people.

One world, one dream, this was the slogan of the 2008 Chinese Capital Olympic Games. During the period when the Olympic Games were held that year, the Japanese saw these two lines of slogans a lot.

If it was other words, it might be left by Yan Liben himself, but these two lines of words...

Genichi Miyamoto's brain was suddenly filled with blood and he fell backwards...

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