After being deprived of luck, I counter-killed the traverser and came back

"This... is this the unpublished map of mountains and rivers?"

"There are no strong colors in the painting, and the majesty of the mountains and rivers can be outlined with just a few strokes. Just looking at the text description, I think this painting is a map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!"

Several people in the circle who had heard the name and description of the painting all stood up at this moment, wanting to see if it was a real painting up close.

The writer was inexplicably afraid of them. He pushed his glasses and let out a muffled "hmm" after a long time.

As a result, everyone became even more excited. It would be an exaggeration to say that their eyes were shining like light bulbs, and with smiles that did not fit their identities, they rubbed their hands and approached the booth in the middle.

Seeing this, two waiters came over immediately and surrounded the painting, keeping the distance between everyone and the painting one meter away.

Even so, everyone's enthusiasm has not diminished. Even the steady old collector couldn't hold back and leaned forward.

Where no one was paying attention, the smile on Feng Nan's face slowly receded, and his face darkened.

In fact, he is not a narrow-minded person. At some point, someone steals his limelight, which is acceptable to him.

But the main purpose of his coming to the party today is to get close to the old collector, which will be of great help to his future career development.

So he deliberately brought his treasured ancient books, not only to show off, but also to let old collectors see, he still has some wealth, and cooperating with him will surely make money.

But unexpectedly, that writer was also invited. Not only did he accept the invitation, but he also brought a map of mountains and rivers.

It was a collection that had been in the limelight recently in the circle. Once he took it out, it was equivalent to trampling Feng Nan under his feet.

Seeing all the old collectors crane their necks to look curiously, Feng Nan finally couldn't sit still.

He straightened his clothes, stood up and walked to the booth, stopped one meter away from the exhibition, folded his hands in front of him, and looked at the paintings on the booth without blinking.

A few seconds later, he frowned in embarrassment and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.But he still shook his head and didn't say anything.

But after a few seconds, he frowned again.It was accompanied by a "hiss".

Several people around couldn't help but glanced at him, their faces full of doubts, wondering what he was "hissing" there.

Seeing that he did not speak, the old collector asked instead of everyone:
"Mr. Feng, do you have anything to say? We are all acquaintances. If you want to say something, you can say it directly. Don't worry about anything."

Feng Nan, who was about to speak his prepared lines: ...

Why don't you play cards according to common sense, old man?He said all the words at once, and if he evaded it again, it seemed that he didn't know how to flatter him.

Feng Nan laughed dryly and glanced at the writer.

"Ah, it's nothing, I just feel that there is something wrong, but maybe I remember it wrong."

Several people around looked at him suddenly, their expressions all changed.

Saying this in front of a famous painting will inevitably make people think too much. Is there something wrong with this painting?
The writer also stood up at once, with a flash of panic in his eyes.

"You... What do you mean by that? What's wrong with this painting? Sorry, I'm still a novice, so I don't know much about it. Can you explain it to me?"

The writer's flustered expression was very helpful to Feng Nan. He pressed the corners of his mouth and pretended to be humble.

"Hey, actually I don't know too much. It's just that a friend happened to have seen the picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. He described the content of the painting to me in words. I just recalled that some parts were not very similar, but it may be me. I didn’t remember clearly. I’ll just say that, don’t take it to heart.”

After Feng Nan finished speaking, he smiled apologetically, as if he really slipped the tongue by accident.

But once these words came out, who could not take them to heart.

The faces of the people around turned pale, they took a step back without any trace, and then looked at the writer together.

The writer's complexion was even paler than theirs, and it really turned into a steamed bun.

He tried his best to take a few deep breaths, then shook his head as if to comfort himself.

"It should be fine. The seller took it out of the safe and handed it to me. I also compared it. This painting is exactly the same as the one he sent me at first."

At the end of the sentence, the writer calmed down.He looked straight into Feng Nan's eyes, and said angrily:

"Sir, you haven't seen the real thing of this painting. I think it's better for you not to make fun of it. Don't look at me as strong, but I have a heart problem, so I can't stand being scared."

The hypocritical mask on Feng Nan's face almost cracked.

How dare this old boy talk to him like that?He also said that he was joking and scaring people, why did he have nothing to do to scare him?

Just about to say something, the old collector spoke.

"Okay, I can't stand the noise as an old man, Mr. Feng, you already have an ancient book, if you miss this painting, just miss it, the next one will be better."

The old collector tried to persuade him earnestly, but these did not play any role in calming the atmosphere of the scene.

The people around gasped again.

According to what the old collector said, Feng Nan once robbed this writer of the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains Map?
Unexpectedly, Mr. Feng, who can get a high price for ancient books, has not snatched a Xiaobai who has just entered the circle.

Although this kind of thing is normal, everyone will inevitably talk about it as a joke in private.

So he just said that this painting is not genuine, is it because he feels sour?
Someone murmured involuntarily.

"The big boss, his mind is as small as the nose of a needle. Chick."

Feng Nan was instantly annoyed by this sneer. He didn't hear what the other party said clearly, but it didn't prevent him from shooting over with his cold gaze.

"What's so funny? You wanted to take a necklace to give to Xiaosan at the auction, but it was taken away by your wife, have you resolved it?"

"What... what?"

The face of the man whose family matter was exposed turned pale, and then turned red instantly.

He slammed the arm of the chair and stood up, pointing at him and wanting to curse.

As a result, before the first word was uttered, Feng Nan reprimanded him with a few words.

The man was so angry that he rolled his eyes, but the more angry he became, the more he couldn't speak.

"Enough! What kind of place is this, let you fool around?"

The old collector suddenly patted the table hard.The room fell silent for an instant.

He stared at Feng Nan, dissatisfaction was about to emerge in his eyes.

"I invite very important guests. If you don't respect my guests, get out!"

Even though he has retired for many years, the old collector still has the all-powerful aura of the past. Feng Nan was stunned for two seconds by shouting such a sentence.

But he quickly laughed again, a sneer and a mockery.

"If you can treat such a group of people as important guests, your taste is not very good. People call you a collector. Do you really think of yourself as a high-rise building?
Say I'm fooling around, what right do you have to say I'm fooling around?Can people who haven't seen the original painting shut up? "

Someone heard this and instantly grasped the point.

"But haven't you seen the original work? What are you talking about here?"

Feng Nan sneered and looked at him with pity in his eyes.

"That's because I'm afraid that you people who have no connections and no status will be jealous, understand?"

"you!"

The man's face flushed instantly, and the veins on his neck swelled with anger.

He does not have such connections, but he will not humiliate others face to face like Feng Nan did.

The writer couldn't sit still when he heard him say this, and dug out the chat records with the seller on the phone.

"Since you said you've seen the original painting, you must know the seller. This is my transaction record with him at the time, but you look at the photo he sent me at that time, what's the difference from the current painting? "

The writer firmly believes that there is nothing wrong with the words he bought.He held up the mobile phone in front of Feng Nan, asked him to read the chat history on it, and tried to call the seller to confront them face to face.

Feng Nan raised his hand irritably. He originally wanted to push the writer away, but he couldn't control the strength and knocked his phone away.

The mobile phone drew a parabola and hit the display stand. The screen of the mobile phone hit a corner of the display stand and immediately fell apart.

There was another moment of silence in the room, and everyone held their breath at this moment.

The cracks on the phone screen seemed to indicate that the precarious balance between them was finally broken.

"Feng Nan, don't go too far!"

The old collector's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he slapped the table hard again. His sleeve touched the teacup on the table, and the cup fell down, and the tea dripped all over the table.

The waiter was startled, and immediately came to clean up.The old collector looked at the spilled tea leaves, but sneered.

"Do you know who gave me these teas?"

The old collector stared up at Feng Nan, the disgust in his eyes deepened.

"It's the seller of the map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, our friend for more than 40 years, how come he has never heard of a friend like you?"

There was a "boom", as if something had hit Feng Nan's mind.

He suspected that he had heard it wrong.

The person who contacted him was obviously a man in his 30s, how could he have been friends with the collector for more than 40 years?

Is there something wrong with him, or is there something wrong with the world?
Feng Nan felt that the old collector was probably blowing himself up, so he regained his composure and regained his composure.

"Really? That's really a coincidence. He and I have been friends for more than ten years. Why haven't I heard of it? He also knows you?"

The eyes of the two collided in the air, as if invisible sparks had burst out.

The few people around were dumbfounded. Who would have thought that a good gathering would eventually develop into a meeting of enemies, with extreme jealousy.

After a while, the old collector suddenly laughed.

"I've seen someone with a stubborn mouth, but I've never seen such a stubborn one. Go and take out the painting and let him see what the real painting looks like."

The waiter responded.Walk to a small compartment not far away.

Then, under Feng Nan's suspicious gaze, he took out a long wooden box exactly like the one on the display stand.

Feng Nan's heart skipped a beat, feeling vaguely that something was wrong, until he saw the waiter take out a picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains from the box that was exactly the same as that on the display stand, his expression finally did not tense, and a crack appeared.

"what do you mean?"

The old collector refilled a cup of tea, took two sips, and then glanced at Feng Nan.

"Famous paintings are precious, so I'm afraid there will be problems if I take them out, so I protect the real ones and show everyone the fake ones to enjoy my eyes. Is there a problem?"

Feng Nan laughed out of anger, and he took several deep breaths before trying to calm himself down.

"Co-author, were you kidding me just now? Put out a fake one, I recognized it, and you still think I'm fooling around?"

The old collector ignored his anger, "hehe" laughed twice, changed his serious attitude just now, and instead slapped his hands kindly twice.

"Actually, this was my test for you just now. Now that you have passed the test, I can allow you to take a look at this authentic painting."

As the old collector said, he asked the waiter to spread out the painting, and then hooked his fingers towards Feng Nan.

"Come on, come and have a look. The collection value of this painting is much higher than everyone imagined. If you can see it, it's worth it."

With the permission of the old collector, several people around ran over with excitement.

Only Feng Nan remained motionless with a dark face.

He didn't know if he was too sensitive or what, but he always felt that the old collector's actions and tone just now seemed to be barking a dog.

Especially the action of hooking his fingers, he felt insulted.

"Come on, why don't you come? Seeing how emotional you were just now, you probably know this painting very well. Now the real thing is right in front of you. But it's a pity to come and see it."

The old collector continued to greet him, his tone was like calling his son who was playing outside to go home for dinner.

Feng Nan couldn't bear it any longer.He suddenly took a step forward, and before the waiter could react, he quickly clicked on the newly drawn picture a few times.

"Let's be honest, your so-called real product is also fake. The real product is not painted like this here, and there are no extra lines here. I don't know if you were deceived or something, but I can't even make it up. Of course you, a collector, are also to blame for your failure."

"How do you know so clearly? Could it be you who made it up?"

The sudden questioning made Feng Nan forget what he was about to say later.Just retorted subconsciously:
"What can I make up? This is the content I have seen countless times!"

"Then how did you see it, the real thing is not in your hands!"

"Why is the real product not with me..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Feng Nan saw Yu Tang who appeared by his side at some time. After seeing the half-smile expression on her face, Feng Nan's whole body instantly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, with cold from head to toe.

He understood, he suddenly understood everything.

This is a game set up for him by these people, and everything is to trick him out of this sentence!

Feng Nan felt his blood surge up, and his eyes turned black.

He braced himself against the display stand to prevent himself from falling.

He stared at Yu Tang, the hatred in his eyes seemed to burn through it.

"It's you, right? It's you who wants to kill me, right?"

Feng Nan stabilized his figure and questioned Yu Tang, the moment he nodded.He suddenly rushed forward with a ferocious face.

"Let you harm me, I will kill you!"

"boom!"

"Don't move, cop!"

The door was slammed open, and policemen in all kinds of sweat suits poured in, pointing at Feng Nan's head from the dark wooden warehouse.