The spirit, spirit, and rhyme of this painting are all of the highest quality, and it can be regarded as lifelike.

But the forger only focused on making the paper look old, making the paper thin and brittle, but they forgot that Old Master Fan was a court painter.

Those who write for the emperor use tribute paper, and it will definitely not become like this even after hundreds of years.

The young man listened, but kept nodding his head and said:

"The banker has a good eye! But we don't expect to make a fortune from it, just let me play a few games here happily!"

Seeing that the young man was so talkative, the dealer immediately put away the scroll and called the boy to bring him a plate of chips, which amounted to a thousand taels.

The young people poured the chips into their arms and carried them with their clothes. They were so happy!

Zhao Rang shook his head secretly and walked aside.

Unexpectedly, this young man who had just made a fortune took a step forward, stopped in front of Zhao Rang, and said:

"Young master, you are very lucky tonight!"

Zhao Rang replied calmly:

"If it's a matter of luck, of course yours is better!"

The young man's face darkened.

He knew that among the group of people just now, including the banker, only Zhao Rang saw something strange in his painting.

Zhao Rang smiled and then asked:

"Is not it?"

After hearing this, the young man also changed his smile and said smoothly:

"Wouldn't it be a pity if two lucky people don't compete?"

These words aroused Zhao Rang's interest, and he asked simply:

"How do you want to compare?"

The young man rolled his eyes:

"In a gambling house, of course it's all about gambling!"

Zhao Rang thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

The young man lowered his head and counted the chips in his pocket, separated half of them, and poured them all on the gambling table.

"I pressed half, plus..."
Chapter completed!