He was keenly aware of the staff's hesitation.

Fantuan's mother decided to go deeper and she approached An Mianmian to ensure that the sound recorded by the equipment was clear enough.

"Mom Sinan, what does the painting you just mentioned mean?"

“It’s very simple.”

An Mianmian understood her intention.

She used another ink painting beside her as a case.

"A simple explanation is that every original painting is like a tissue, and uncovering the painting is equivalent to layering them. A genuine painting is revealed into two or three. If you pass the level, you will be very skilled and brave enough

, There are also more... "

"How to distinguish the specific details does require relatively professional knowledge and discernment skills, but if you are familiar with the author's painting style, it is not completely unrecognizable. After all, some details after revealing the painting must be supplemented. The color is too dark and the brushwork is strong.

Is it natural to be weak..."

An Mianmian said, pointing at the seal that was painted.

"If you carefully distinguish it, you will find that the red-colored power of this seal actually shows abnormal signs. The place where it should be shallow and the place where it should be shallow is deep, which means that it has been filled later."

Upon hearing this, Mom Rice Bamboo came closer to take a look.

"It's true!" She suddenly realized, "If it was really the only authentic work, the author would not have spent any effort to repair it in such a place. Only those who are guilty will..."

Seeing that she was so enlightened, An Mianmian nodded at her with a smile.

"That's the reason."

Her voice fell.

Because of the movements of the few of them, and An Mianmian's explanations.

It attracted the attention of many others.

The onlookers suddenly changed the atmosphere again.

During this period.

Wen Shuya carefully looked at the painting "The Return". The few points An Mianmian mentioned just now were almost traceable to it.

It can be seen that it is by no means the only authentic work.

No wonder Mrs. Mu just now reminded her that if she wanted to give it to someone, it would be better to choose another one.

Not only did she not realize that this was a painting.

An Mianmian even noticed the clue first!

Wen Shuya held the payment voucher tightly, and her gentle smile could no longer be maintained, and the air pressure around her became low.

Look at Mrs. Mu next to you again.

At this moment, she was looking at An Mianmian with admiration.

The eyes were filled with love and joy.

Wen Shuya's face became even more embarrassing.

An Mianmian, who was being watched, saw the staff member's panic.

She struck while the iron was hot and expressed more guesses:

"Underground art exhibitions like you who are mobile in various cities are neither publicized nor sold publicly, but can attract local famous families. There should be many pimps in private who are responsible for winning people's hearts, right?"

"How much kickback do you have to give them before they risk offending others and work hard for you so hard and responsible?"

When she finished speaking, the few people present seemed to be suddenly awakened.

"I was introduced by the general manager of Lin's Trade."

"Hey? Such a coincidence, so do I..."

"Then I'm not. I'm the ticket given by the dean of Yuanyuan Beauty Salon."

"So too! It's President Chen, right?"

"I am the president's wife of Jiang Gu Technology, I recommend me to come and have a look..."

When the sensitive word "Jiang Gu Technology" floated into his ears, Wen Shuya's face was so ugly that it could not be even more ugly.

The payment voucher in her hand was crushed into a ball by her.

She gritted her teeth and could no longer maintain her good image.

"Dare to treat me as a sucker? Jiang Qingqing, you are so brave!"
Chapter completed!