The City's Invincible Soldier King

As soon as Long Lin went up on stage, his eyes widened.

After a while, Ai Lisi pointed at Long Lin's back and said seriously, "Boss Xi's Judge, don't you think that person's back is familiar?"

"She really does resemble Long Lin." Xi Wanting nodded and said.

With his astonishing eyesight, Ai Lisi observed for another ten odd seconds before replying with a face full of certainty, "If it's not an image, then it's him."

Xi Wanting slowly stood up and walked to a distance that she could clearly see the details within.

Even though Long Lin had changed his appearance, Xi Wanting still recognized his back with a single glance.

That back figure had left too many deep impressions on Xi Wanting.

Xi Wanting's actions caused him to involuntarily feel a wave of pain.

Although his disguise had been seen through, but as matters stood, Long Lin could only muster up his courage and continue to pretend. At the very least, he had to use this identity to accomplish the task of snatching Tie Qianting away, otherwise, it would make Xi Wanting feel extremely embarrassed.

After confirming Long Lin's identity, Xi Wanting slowly walked back to her corner seat.

"It's him."

Ai Lisi asked curiously, "What does he want to do?"

"I don't know. According to your request, I didn't inform him. So, I didn't know he would come here, nor did he know I would join in the fun."

Ai Lisi looked at Long Lin with interest, while Xi Wanting patiently waited for the results.

"This painting is fake." Long Lin said to himself as he bent down to refill the water.

Coincidentally, the microphone just happened to be right next to Long Lin's mouth. Thus, this sentence of his spread throughout the entire venue through the microphone with excellent sound effects.

What was going on?

The crowd's brain short-circuited instantly.

A waiter actually dared to speak such nonsense?

Chen Gehong's expression immediately became unsightly, and he coldly asked: "What did you say?"

The crowd did not doubt at all that if it were not for everyone watching, Chen Gehong would have had his legs broken and thrown out right in front of him.

"Ahh …" Long Lin suddenly reacted, he was extremely nervous as he stammered, "Chen, Chen Dong, I, I did not do it on purpose."

The ugly had been lost, and the cover could not be covered.

He could only think of a way to make up for it.

With a turn of his brain, Chen Gehong thought of a way to remedy the situation.

Chen Gehong stared at Long Lin again, and asked with an ashen face, "What did you say just now?"

"I... Chen, Chen Dong, I really did not do it on purpose. "

"Repeat what you just said."

"I …"

"Speak."

Under Chen Gehong's sharp gaze, Long Lin could only bite the bullet and stammered, "I, I said that this painting was, was fake."

"You know landscape painting?" Chen Gehong pretended to be curious and asked seriously.

"Yes, a little."

Chen Gehong changed the subject, pointed to the three appraisal masters whose faces were similarly ugly, and asked sternly: "Then do you know who these three masters are?"

"I know, I know. They are Huang Jicai, Teacher Huang, Teacher Zhao Yuxi, and Teacher Zhou Dingming. They are all famous appraisal masters."

These words from Long Lin, made the faces of the three masters improve a lot.

"Then why don't you apologize to the three masters for your nonsense?" Chen Gehong said sternly once again.

How clever!

There were many people who were secretly praising Chen Gehong's ability to save the situation, but the result was beyond their expectations.

Long Lin looked at Chen Gehong and stubbornly said, "But this painting is truly fake."

Chen Gehong was so angry that his lungs almost exploded.

"You don't understand, but don't talk nonsense." Chen Gehong could no longer continue to be tactful, and said sternly, "These three teachers are all Tai Dou Grandmasters in art appraisal, you don't have the right to speak about this here, why haven't you left already?"

As if he was a rebellious youth who was touched by pain, Long Lin suddenly put down the tray and said loudly, "But this painting is really fake."

Chen Gehong was angered to the point that his face turned green, he shouted angrily: "Get down."

"Let's go down." Long Lin raised the tray, and said angrily: "Horses have lost their hooves, humans have lost their hands, no matter how amazing the master, it is impossible for him to not see wrongly for his entire life."

Long Lin's words made the three masters extremely unhappy.

"Young man, are you doubting our judgement?" Zhao Yuxi asked unhappily as he stood up.

Long Lin looked at Zhao Yuxi and spoke with a tone that was neither servile nor overbearing, "That is not what I mean, but one is not a saint. Who dares to say that they have never seen an antique calligraphy and painting before?"

Zhao Yuxi angrily asked, "Then that means, all three of us old fellows have made a mistake at the same time?"

"Having more people doesn't mean that you are right. Truth is often in the hands of a few."

Zhao Yuxi could not hold it in any longer and said angrily, "Bullsh * t."

"You're just relying on your age to show off your seniority." Long Lin was also provoked, he immediately put down the tray and spoke unhappily, "If I were you, I would humbly ask for guidance, youth does not mean ignorance."

Zhao Yuxi was furious and prepared to leave.

"Elder Zhao, why are you angry?" Huang Jicai stood up and said slowly, "Since this young brother has such a deep heart, we should listen to his wise opinion. Old man Zhou, what do you think?"

Zhou Mingding also stood up, speaking in a serious tone, "That's fine, Elder Zhao. Let's all listen to this little brother's insightful thoughts, shall we?"

Huang Jicai emphasized on the word 'brilliant'. Zhou Mingzhu also emphasized on the word 'insightful', and his words were filled with clear dissatisfaction and disdain.

"Sure." Zhao Yuxi slowly sat down.

Huang Jicai also sat down and said with a faint smile, "Little brother, please comment. The three of us old guys will listen to you."

The three people in front of him did indeed have very high attainments in the field of art appreciation. This also showed that they had worked hard before and had wholeheartedly studied academia.

If they were not famous, it was very likely that these three would continue to study hard. However, after they became famous, these three would constantly be busy trying to find gold and would frequently appear on various cultural relics appreciation programs.

The sugar-coated artillery shells were too frightening. It was truly difficult to get them out of the way.

Long Lin slowly glanced at the three of them, and then suddenly raised his cup and poured the tea in it.

What was going on? The crowd was stunned.

After a while, Chen Gehong finally regained his senses, he grabbed onto Long Lin's collar and bellowed: "Are you crazy? Eighty million yuan. A poor kid like you wouldn't be able to afford it in your entire life.

Long Lin slapped Chen Gehong's right hand away and said coldly, "If it's a real painting, I really can't afford to pay it in my entire life, but you won't be able to look at it properly yourself. Is this a real painting?"

Long Lin suddenly grabbed the expensive calligraphy and paintings that were drenched in tea and placed it on his chest, hanging it in front of the crowd.

Under the unblinking gazes of the crowd, the color on the sky-high calligraphy and painting gradually turned blurry. Soon after, the mountains and rivers slowly faded, merging together with the tea.

At this moment, a line of red calligraphy slowly appeared.

A group of blind people, blind, blind, blind, blind, blind, blind, blind, blind, blind, blind, blind, blind, blind, blind, blind, blind, blind, blind, blind, blind, blind.

If you want to ask who the imitator is, then it's not your father who makes the best of things.

At noon on the fifteenth of July, 2009, not your father.

The plot was unimaginable, and the scene was deathly silent.

The crowd stared dumbstruck at the skill that had already become clear. It wasn't because of your father's ridicule, but rather, it was so embarrassing for the three masters to want to find a hole to hide in.

Chen Gehong's face was ashen as he stood stiffly on the stage.

His face was in extreme pain.