Why is Chen Zhengqian so confident to slap Liang Minglong in the face?

Because the authentic "Picture of the Bindulaobaluo's Fallen Venerable" is not anywhere else, it is in his game warehouse!

There is a prop in the game called a scroll. After reading it, you can randomly obtain some experience or item rewards. It's similar to opening a lucky treasure chest.

I can only blame Liang Minglong for being too unlucky. There are only three or four scrolls in the warehouse. But I was so unlucky that I could hit one of them. I was so lucky that I could buy welfare lottery.

I opened a total of five game warehouses before, most of the items have not been used up, and several scrolls were also thrown in the corner. Fortunately, there was no dust, otherwise I wouldn't know how much dust would be piled up.

So, when Chen Zhengqian pretended to take his paintings, he actually went out for a walk and came back and had an extra scroll on his hand.

Everyone looked at the scroll in Chen Zhengqian's hand with eager eyes, looking forward to whether it was really the same as Liang Minglong brought it.

Chen Zhengqian spread the scroll side by side with Liang Minglong's pair, and the two scrolls were really exactly the same!

Everyone present was in an uproar.

Liang Minglong was stunned!

The appraisers present were stunned!

Hundreds of onlookers were also confused! Damn, this is really here?! Pinch me quickly, am I dreaming!

According to normal people's thinking, there must be one of them that is a fake.

However, Chen Zhengqian's accident was broken.

【Picture scroll】

Introduction: "Picture of the Bindulaobaluo's Fallen Venerable", a treasure handed down from generation to generation.

The title of a treasure that has passed down from generation to generation has already explained everything!

So Chen Zhengqian is not worried about losing at all. The warehouse produces it must be a top-notch product! Unless several judges are blind or are all bribed by this Liang Da Shao, Chen Zhengqian's chance of winning is far greater than Liang Minglong's.

An old man approached the table and looked at the two spread out scrolls. After watching for a long time, he couldn't see any difference. He couldn't help but murmur: "The two scrolls are not only the same in painting style, but also the charm is very similar, and it can even be said to be the same. I have been in the antique world for more than 20 years. This is the first time I have seen such a strange thing, which is an eye-opener!"

One of the appraisal masters invited by one of the clubs took out a large magnifying glass and looked at it again and again, shaking his head: "It's hard!"

Zhou Xinxin also widened his eyes, dazzled, it was really a bit fucked! He almost began to doubt whether he had sex too much recently, resulting in blurred vision.

Of course, there are extremely subtle differences in the details of the two scrolls, such as the preservation integrity, the damage caused by certain factors, and the volatility of paper and ink, etc.

These require the use of certain professional equipment for identification.

Several appraisal masters invited by the organizers followed the two paintings for a long time, and then came together and muttered, but they did not come to a specific conclusion.

Liang Minglong's face turned black as he heard the voices of the people around him. He originally wanted to take this opportunity to show off, but he didn't expect Cheng Yaojin to come out halfway. Seeing several experts with high expectations, he was so unreliable, he was impatient: "Have you reached the conclusion? Have you seen it for so long? If you continue to watch this, when will it be the end?"

The person in charge of the club quickly explained with a smile: "Mr. Liang is calm, please don't be impatient. Several experts need to discuss the results, and I guess the answer will be drawn soon."

Liang Minglong didn't take his tricks and waved his hand to interrupt him: "Stop being careless with me. If you can't do it, let me come. I'll find someone to identify myself. I don't have that much time to play with you."

Hearing him say this, several experts glared at him. Isn’t this a slap in the face?

And he beats this in front of himself!

But a young boy dares to be so presumptuous!

One of the white-bearded old men directly scolded: "It's so outrageous! I have been the shopkeeper of Jiuding Pavilion for more than 30 years, and no one has dared to say such big talk in front of me! Even if you call all the old guys in the capital here, I don't believe they can have a better result!"

The person in charge of the club was very troubled and felt a little distressed. Unexpectedly, the original good exchange meeting would eventually turn out like this. He couldn't help but complain a little more about Chen Zhengqian, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. No one present could easily offend him, and even the big guy behind him might not protect him.

Chen Zhengqian didn't know that he had been criticized, and he was not worried about the appraisal on the field.

The head of the club quickly comforted the white-bearded expert: "Old Yu is calm, don't be impatient!"

Mr. Yu snorted heavily and stopped looking at Liang Minglong. Then he said to several other experts: "If it really doesn't work, I can only invite those old guys over. Anyway, I can't make carbon 14."

Carbon 14 is the so-called carbon 14 termination method. It is a measurement method that calculates the approximate age of the sample based on the degree of carbon-14 decay. However, sampling is required. How can such priceless calligraphy and paintings be sampled casually? Can you afford to lose if you damage it?

For antique appraisers, using Carbon Fourteen is an insult to themselves and the profession of appraisers, so they would not choose this method of appraisal unless they had to.

But the situation this time was too strange, so Mr. Yu would rather ask more experts to help him. This is already a slap in the face.

Zhou Xinxin saw Chen Zhengqian's expression so relaxed. On the contrary, Liang Minglong, who was not far away, looked gloomy and couldn't help asking: "Hey, why are you not worried at all?"

Chen Zhengqian looked confused: "What are you worried about?"

Zhou Xinxin was speechless: "I'm worried about the outcome of the game!"

"Aren't the result already doomed?" Chen Zhengqian looked indifferent.

"Ah?" Zhou Xinxin didn't know why, and was a little amused. He was better to be confident or ignorant and fearless.

At this time, the person in charge of the club spoke again: "Because several experts cannot reach a clear conclusion for the time being, the club decided to invite several other experts to appraise the two works together. It is estimated that it will take some time. Please forgive me. It is better for everyone to find the items they like first and trade them first. When the results are announced, we will notify everyone."

The onlookers expressed dissatisfaction: "What are you doing? I thought I could watch the fun, but I don't know how long I will have to wait..."

Some people also expressed their understanding: "But no wonder, it's mainly because this situation is too rare."

"That's right, don't say it. This is the first time I have seen this situation at such an age. Next time I see my friend, I must talk to him carefully. See if he dares to say that I have no knowledge in the future!"

The organizer took both paintings to be used for identification, and the onlookers gradually dispersed.

After such a fuss just now, everyone knew Chen Zhengqian. Although he didn't know his name and origin, he was almost the same when he was with the Zhou family, so many people came up to make friends with him.

Chen Zhengqian followed Zhou Xinxin and collected a lot of business cards, which were sent to him by others. He didn't have a business card yet, so he had to simply leave the phone number to contact him.

After a round, I was almost exhausted and my facial muscles were laughing stiffly. Is this the so-called social engagement?

What a boring and boring activity!

Chen Zhengqian swore that he would not participate in such activities in the future!

After almost an hour, the club finally came to a result, and everyone moved closer to the middle.

Chen Zhengqian and Zhou Xinxin also moved with it, and people took the initiative to make way for them. On the other side, it was Liang Minglong, who had a gloomy face.

The person in charge of the club coughed a few times and handed the microphone to the appraiser Master Yu: "Old Yu, let's announce the result!"

Everyone present immediately became nervous.
Chapter completed!