Ning Xi can ignore their ridicule, but they are undoubtedly provoking her bottom line by making jokes about her father.

She curled up the expression of Yun Danfengqing, and her expression suddenly became strong: "I took a fake oil painting back tens of millions, and planned to give it to my grandmother. I will destroy it and prevent it from continuing to embarrass her eyes. Shouldn't you thank me?"

"Fake oil painting?" Mu Wanwan's heart sank after hearing her strong requestion.

She did not really buy this painting from a Swiss auction house, but from an underground trading house outside the auction house.

The other party vowed that this was the original work and gave her an invoice from the regular auction house.

Afterwards, she rushed back to China to take care of Mu Hongxu, so she had no time to verify it.

But how could Ning Xi tell at a glance that it was a fake? She must be bluffing.

The noble girl who just defended Mu Wanwan also sneered: "Miss Ningxi also has knowledge of oil paintings? It's so amazing! But aren't you professional? Isn't you an architectural professional?"

"Miss Xi, I know Wanwan's words are unpleasant and offended you. Don't take it to heart. I will apologize to you on behalf of her, but this painting was auctioned through a regular auction house. It is verified by an expert and it is definitely authentic."

Liang Siyun didn't want to cause trouble, but when she heard that Ning Xi even labeled Mu Wanwan, she immediately became anxious.

I spent 10 million to buy fake oil paintings to be nice, but I was accidentally deceived by someone. To put it ugly, I didn’t understand the difference and was slaughtered by others as a fat sheep. It was even more conspiracy theory, that is, I just bought a fake one and lie to say that the authentic works were fooled by Mrs. Mu.

No matter what, they can't afford it!

Liang Siyun's concession actually made Ning Xi even more angry. The celebrities who were respectful to Ning Xi on the surface but despised Ning Xi's sudden change in identity suddenly became even more angry.

Ning Xi was not angry, and explained slowly: "The fake paintings circulating on the market generally use printing technology, but this painting is not, it is a hand-painted fake, and it is more than 90% similar to the real one, so it has increased the difficulty in identifying..."

"Since it's difficult, how can you be sure that this is a fake?"

"Because the 19th century was not as developed as it is now, oil painters would apply a layer of varnish after the paint was completely dried up. Different painters generally used different formulas. I had the honor of seeing other oil paintings by Master Morisian. The varnish he used was specially made by himself, with a unique and long-lasting taste and a light rosin. The rosin in this painting is impure, mixed with a very light paint smell, which is probably forged by the hand-painted man later."

People who don’t understand oil paintings are confused. It has been hundreds of years since then. How can they use the smell of varnish to determine the authenticity?

I didn't know who to believe.

But Mu Wanwan's face turned pale a little.

She naturally knew the effect of varnishing on oil painting, but she didn't believe it was a fake.

"Do you say that the smell of paint is just the smell of paint? Why didn't I smell it? It's as wonderful as making up stories! I'm almost admiring your imagination..."

"Why don't everyone go and smell it?" Liang Siyun suddenly suggested weakly, believing that what Mu Wanwan bought must be the authentic one.

Mrs. Mu had watched the play for so long and frowned: "Now there is a layer of red wine on the oil painting. The wine smells very strong, covering the other smells. You can't smell it simply."

"I think she did it on purpose!"

"First use red wine to destroy the original smell, and then let's talk about the smell of paint. I just smelled the fragrance of pear blossom trees and the messy paint..."

"I believe what my wife said is true." Listening to the stolen discussion, Zhan Hanjue suddenly raised his tone, his air pressure was fully opened, and his wife was fully protected.

His sharp eyes glanced over everyone present, and with just one glance, he successfully made everyone dare not talk about it again.

Mu Wanwan looked at Zhan Hanjue tremblingly and was hit hard: "So, Master Jue, you have to slander me for free in order to protect Miss Xi?"

"Wanwan, forget it..." Liang Siyun stepped forward to support Mu Wanwan, and said even more: "Anyway, the painting has been destroyed, and Jue Shao is powerful. Whatever he says is what he says, it doesn't make any sense for us mother and daughter to argue, but mom believes that you will never deliberately deceive the old lady!"

If Liang Siyun hadn't had his sincere face, Ning Xi would have thought she was telling her on purpose and mocking her!

Ning Xi turned his head and ordered Zhang Liu: "Aunt Liu, please send someone to invite Mr. Zhao, the president of Yincheng Oil Painting Association, to come. He is quite knowledgeable about Morisian's works, so he can definitely give his second aunt and Wanwan a satisfactory answer."

"Really? That's so good!" Liang Siyun immediately burst into tears and smiled, looking forward to it.

But Mu Wanwan's hand tightened unconsciously.

She was just opening her mouth to say something, but her voice was suddenly interrupted by Old Lady Mu. She decided and said: "It's good that I'll make a real and fake oil painting at my birthday party, and I have to look at it. I can't convict anyone for no reason."

Seeing this, Zhan Hanjue changed to ask A Che to pick him up.

Ache didn't come to attend the birthday party today. He was in the city and drove quickly, making it easier to pick up people.

Liang Sijun was immersed in the joy of being able to restore Wanwan's innocence immediately, and said to Ning Xi: "Miss Xi, the appraisal results will come out later. Don't be angry. Wanwan will not ask you to compensate. As long as you promise not to target Wanwan in the future, this matter will be over."

"..." Ning Xi looked at Liang Siyun faced him.

She is very beautiful and has a retro charm.

After being over forty years old, there are no wrinkles on my face.

She looks innocent and has definitely not encountered any twists and turns. But is she just saying serious? Or is she going to retreat to advance?

"Don't worry, second aunt, if I was wrong, I would definitely apologize to Wanwan." Ning Xi said lightly, and his hand hanging on his legs was suddenly tightly held by a big palm.

A warm feeling poured into the body from the palm of the hand, as if slowly wandering along the blood.

She raised her eyes to look along her arms.

Zhan Hanjue's handsome face fell into his eyes. Under the dome, his deep eyes were full of affection. Ning Xi blinked at him playfully and pinched his thick fingers.

...

Soon, Mr. Liu, the president of the Oil Painting Association who was over 60 years old, was picked up by A Che.

Countless people were waiting for the results of real and fake oil paintings.

Everyone subconsciously made a way, and Mr. Liu arrived at the main hall with Ache.

Mr. Liu heard that there was one of Morisian's representative paintings here. His face was filled with excitement and longing smiles, which were even more anxious than Ache, and he was holding a high-definition magnifying glass in his hand.

"Mr. Liu, please slow down and don't fall." Ache reminded carefully.

"It's okay, I'm getting stronger and better." Liu Laoman waved his hand indifferently, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Ningxi and the others, and said to Zhan Hanjue in an impatient way: "Young Master Jue, where is the painting of Morisian? Take it out quickly and let me taste it. I have always liked the works of this master, but there are very few that are circulated on the market..."
Chapter completed!