If you don't hide your vest, you will inherit hundreds of millions of properties

Chapter 288 It's Fake

When I arrived at the tea room, I opened the door and went in. There were already several friends who also loved art sitting inside.

The old man sitting in the middle is especially eye-catching, with silver hair and sharp eyes.

When Mr. Lu saw it, he knew that this person was Mr. Haishi Qi.

Qi Huan introduced the two of them.

"Mr. Qi, it's a pleasure to meet you. I didn't expect to see you here."

Old Qi smiled and said, "Now that I'm retired, I don't have much to do. It just so happens that Qi Zhao is coming to Beijing, so I'll come and see."

While the two were talking, someone knocked on the door, and an attendant walked in, holding a wooden box in his hand.

"Mr. Lu, your painting."

Mr. Lu said, "Open it directly."

"Yes." The attendant received the order, opened the wooden box with his white-gloved hands, and took out the scroll from inside.

A group of old men asked with interest.

"Old man Lu, what good things did you get again?"

"Which master's famous painting is it?"

Qi Huan helped to explain: "Old Lu got a painting by Master Qiao An some time ago, but he didn't know if it was true or not, so why don't we take it here and let everyone have a look at it."

When Qi Lao heard the words, he raised his eyebrows, shook his head lightly and said, "Don't look at it, it's fake."

Old Qi's swearing made everyone even more curious. He didn't even look at it, so how did he know it was fake.

"How do you say that?" Mr. Lu asked suspiciously.

Mr. Qi picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea and said, "Joan only paints when he wants to give it to others. He doesn't paint at all, and he rarely gives it away, so there are no paintings of him on the market."

Old Qi is so sure because Qiao An is Qiao Ansheng's pseudonym, Qiao Yun's grandfather, now that he is gone, where can I find him to paint.

On the contrary, Qiao Yun has a lot in her hand, but she is not short of money, let alone sell the paintings.

When Mr. Lu heard this, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was looking forward to.

A group of old men immediately expressed their righteous indignation.

"Some people dare to forge Master Qiao's paintings, they must be found out and severely punished!"

"Yes, it is simply too hateful, this is the art of insulting! Insulting Master Qiao!"

"Old man Lu, where did you get the painting?"

Pressed by a group of old men, old man Lu heheed a few times in embarrassment.

If they found out that the painting was given by his granddaughter, it is estimated that these old men would rush to Qiao Yun and give her an ideological education class.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have brought the painting here. It really made me feel ashamed.

"Open the painting first, let me have a look."

Mr. Qi really wanted to see how similar the paintings could make Mr. Lu unable to tell the real ones from the fake ones.

Hearing this, the attendant carefully unfolded the picture scroll, when the complete picture of the elk running to the moon was presented.

Old Qi's hand holding the teacup shook slightly, and a few drops of warm tea splashed out and landed on the back of his hand, but he didn't care at all.

He couldn't wait to walk to the screen, leaned his head closer and took a closer look.

Before Mr. Lu could react, why Mr. Qi was so excited all of a sudden, he said while shaking his fingers with surprise and doubt on his face.

"It's actually true!"

When the words fell, it was like stirring up a thousand waves, and a group of people were dumbfounded.

Mr. Lu was the first to react, swallowed his saliva and asked, "What's true?"

"This painting..." Elder Qi was still sighing, "It's really Qiao An's own handwriting. I happened to be there when he drew this picture of an elk flying to the moon, so it's impossible to admit his mistake."

Moreover, this painting has never appeared in front of the public, so it is impossible for someone to imitate it.

Mr. Lu gasped, his eyes were as big as copper bells.

(End of this chapter)