Hong Zhanpeng's eyes flashed: "You can offer a price!"

Gong Sheng smiled faintly: "One-price, 150 million, one hand, one hand, the other hand, the goods!"

One hundred and fifty million!

This is a large number!

Many companies have not had that much net revenue in a year.

But Hong Zhanpeng didn't hesitate much, but just turned to look at Jiang Hongming: "Old Jiang, are you sure this painting is the original, right?"

"Anyway, I can't see any signs of fraud, but I'm old and dazzled. I don't know if there are omissions in some aspects. I don't know how Mr. Su looks at this painting?" Jiang Hongming hesitated and looked at Su Feng's position.

Hong Zhanpeng was stunned, but he didn't expect Jiang Hongming to take the initiative to ask Su Feng.

In his opinion, even if Su Feng made a can of jade hidden in a hand, he was still as old as Jiang Hongming in antiques!

Not only him, but Gong Sheng was also a little surprised, but he didn't take it seriously.

Only Su Feng himself knew that Jiang Hongming was like this because he saw that the transaction was too big and he dared not guarantee it alone, so he wanted to hold him together.

If it were other times, Su Feng wouldn't bother with this kind of thing, but just now Gong Sheng offended him, he would naturally not let the other party succeed, so he said directly: "No need to read it, this painting is fake!"

What?

Everyone was stunned, but unexpectedly, Su Feng made such a judgment without even looking at it.

A hint of panic flashed in Gong Sheng's eyes, but he quickly covered it up and slapped the table and said, "Boy, do you say my painting is fake, is there any evidence?!"

evidence?

Su Feng couldn't help but curl his lips.

Could he tell these people that the real pictures of strange trees in the high mountain were hanging in the thatched hut of the Second Master?

"Mr. Su, I wonder where you can tell that this painting is a fake?"

Jiang Hongming was a little curious. He observed it from beginning to end but found no problem. Su Feng didn't even look at it. How did he know?

"Yes, Mr. Su, can you explain it in detail?"

Hong Zhanpeng also looked at Su Feng with some confusion.

"Then I'll just say it."

Su Feng knew that if he had seen a picture of strange trees in his master's place, these people would definitely not believe it, so he stepped to the table.

After looking for a while, Su Feng pointed to a position: "Here, the writing was too heavy when writing, and he lost the elegant and clear sense of artistic conception."

As he said that, Su Feng pointed to another position: "The lines here are too soft and there is no strange steepness of the peaks."

"The reflections in the water here are too blurry, which should be because the person who copied them does not have enough brushwork, so they cannot draw them."

"As for other aspects, there is no major problem. It is just that the overall situation is not natural enough, and there is no smooth feeling. In addition, I actually smell the fragrance of ink from this painting."

"If it were Tang Bohu's original works, it had been so long, how could the ink fragrance exist?"

As Su Feng pointed out the questions one by one, almost all the faces of the people present changed.

Especially Gong Sheng, his eyes were filled with panic.

He never expected that this young man really knew antiques and had such a skillful eye!


Chapter completed!