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The noise continued, he turned to face the crowd of onlookers where Su Deng was, "Everyone, listen to me, I, Yao, graduated from the National Academy of Fine Arts as a graduate student. I was admitted with the No.1 grade back then. I have a certificate. ! The paintings in this store are guaranteed by my credit, and they are all authentic works, otherwise, if someone present identifies fake paintings, I, Yao, will retreat from here, and my word will be counted!"

"Okay!" A cheer came out of nowhere.

Su Deng was pushed forward by the surging crowd behind her. As she stood firm, the surrounding crowd raised their hands and shouted in excitement to show their support.

Seeing this, the man who looked like a boss showed a handy smile, "This is the end of the matter, what else do you have to say, go quickly, if you continue to make trouble, I will call the police."

He turned around with the painting and was about to leave, but the man with a handsome face raised his voice, "Wait a minute." The voice was neither humble nor overbearing, but as quiet as a ravine, making everyone present unconsciously quiet down and listen carefully, "As we all know, Lu Manman is an excellent oil painting genius in China, she became famous at a young age because she was good at painting Jasmine, but she gradually disappeared after she got married."

The man walked up to the boss, his eyes flashed coldly, and finally he fixed on the painting in his hand, "The reason why oil painting is called oil painting is because the pigments it uses are extracted from minerals, and there will be an oil painting at the end of the painting. It is coated with varnish, so the paintings are very easy to preserve, and there is no need for mirror mounting to isolate the air."

The boss licked his dry lips with his tongue. The man seemed to see through his guilt, and continued: "For example, the "Mona Lisa Smile" that has been on display in the Louvre for a hundred years has never been framed with a mirror. Then, why is the painting "Three Jasmines" in your hand framed with a mirror?"

When the voice fell to the ground, the crowd whispered like a gathering of birds.

"What he said seems to make sense..."

"I don't know, is it true..."

Discussions erupted like waves.

The boss looked at the man who was staring at him like an eagle, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Everyone, listen to me, since this is the case, Yao will not hide it. Everyone knows that Lu Manman has been in love for more than ten years. Some people said that she went abroad, and the painting in my hand was purchased from a foreign collector. The painting was shipped back from abroad. For such a precious thing, of course, it must be taken care of for the sake of insurance. Frame it to avoid bumps and collisions on the road."

Seeing everyone nodding their heads, the boss wiped the sweat off his forehead, and a sloppy smile appeared on his drooping face, "You use this to attack me and say that my paintings are fake, it's not sensible, I'm officially Let me tell you, you have already constituted a crime of libel against my painting!"

The corners of the handsome man's mouth curled up, his eyes were lazy and unfocused, as if he was watching a monkey show, "Selling fake paintings is suspected of being illegal and criminal, the amount is between 20 and 50, and the maximum sentence is seven years in prison." He went a step further , leaned in front of the boss, "And the reserve price of the pair of "Three Jasmines" in your hand was exactly 20 ten years ago."

The boss swallowed in surprise, "What are you talking about, the painting in my hand is real."

The man applauded, and the crisp sound seemed to be praising his courage, "Aren't you going to die without repenting? Then sell paintings in prison for the rest of your life."

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The man turned his toes and faced the crowd, "Everyone knows that Lu Manman is good at painting jasmine, but I'm afraid you don't know that before she paints, she is used to painting the branches first, and then painting jasmine."

"It's ridiculous." The boss said loudly: "In all Lu Manman's paintings about Jasmine, only the petals can be seen, but not the branches."

"Of course you can't see the branches covered by the thick and colorful colors of the petals with the naked eye. You have to scan them with X-rays." , and then gave her a knowing smile.

"In 08, "Three Jasmines" was indeed bought by a collector in country S, but he donated the painting to the local museum shortly thereafter. The technicians there used X-rays to scan the canvas and discovered the painting hidden among the petals. This fact was reported as soon as it was discovered, but since the museum suffered a fire not long after and "Three Jasmines" disappeared, few people knew about it."

The boss squealed, "Then how would you know!"

"Because..." A controlling smile appeared on his lips again, and the handsome man turned to look at him, as if looking at a ghost who had been sentenced to death, "I am the buyer who donated the painting, and, about " The report of "Three Jasmines" can still be searched on the museum's official website, but it happened too early, and it will take some effort to find out."

"No, it's impossible, there's no such a coincidence, you must be lying!" The boss took a few steps back.

The man seems to be tired of this hawk-catching chicken trick, and puts his hands into the pockets of his trousers, "Your art store must have an X-ray scanner, we'll know when we scan it."

"You spitting blood, you..." The boss hugged the painting, saw countless pairs of questioning eyes looking at him, and shouted to the security guard.

Immediately, two or three middle-aged men in blue uniforms rushed out from behind him, blocking the crowd that was advancing like a wave.

under the shade.

Su Deng managed to squeeze out, and when he was patting his chest and gasping for breath, he suddenly heard the air vibrate and several harsh alarms came.

At the same time, the handsome man standing not far from her raised his mobile phone, his thin lips moved, "...Lu Corps, block the back door..."

As if in telepathy, he looked at her through the red and blue lights flashing alternately, with the corners of his eyes downcast in a beautiful arc.

With a heartbeat that was more intense than that, he approached and held out his hand to her, "Hi, although we met several times at the gate of H, I don't think it's too late to know each other. My name is Song Chen."

Su Deng's voice became hoarse. She had too many questions to ask, but now she pressed against that warm palm, but said: "... Su Deng."

In 12 years, from kindergarten to university, what a distant scene it is, and how many important moments and happy years are contained in it, but at these ages when she should only worry about studying, she is with her closest people, The mother who brought her to this world is separated by far and wide.

"You, you have seen me... Lu Manman, right?" Su Deng asked tremblingly.

Song Chen's eyes drooped slightly, as if he was nostalgic for some beautiful moment, "Miss Lu... is the most intellectual and elegant lady I've ever seen, she's an angel..." He shook his head, his eyes regained clarity, "Sorry, I mean, she's an angel to a lot of people."