Mo Chengyun took out 10,000 yuan and directly bet Lan Xiao.

He smiled and rushed back to Brother Jiang: "Brother Jiang, who are you betting?"

With a cigarette held by Jiang's lips, through the misty smoke, he looked at Lan Xiao, whose eyes were full of confidence.

Then, he took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Mo Chengyun.

"Bet me a million Lan Xiao to win."

Mo Chengyun twitched his mouth, eleven million, which was a full 100 times difference.

He would regret this, and he had less bet.

...

Song Qiaoqiao first identified it with a very relaxed attitude, but later, her brows were frowned tightly and never opened.

After half an hour, everyone saw Song Qiaoqiao standing between the two paintings, holding paper and pen, and looked at the left and right.

He looked very difficult to make a decision.

Song Qiaoqiao scratched the back of her head in annoyance, and she whispered, "What's the matter? How do I think these two paintings are genuine?"

Song Qiaoqiao struggled for twenty minutes, and the time she struggled was almost in time for her identification.

Many people on the court are already impatient.

They urged Song Qiaoqiao to write down the appraisal results quickly.

Song Qiaoqiao was so anxious that her forehead was sweating, her palms were also wet, and her back was sweaty even more.

These two paintings are exactly the same, no matter where they are convenient, they are almost hard to distinguish between male and female.

She hesitated, hesitated, terribly flustered, unsure of her attention, let alone writing down the identification results.

Suddenly, a light flashed in her mind.

By the way, didn't Su Lao just say that his uncle arrived at Su's house last night, hasn't he already identified Su Lao's painting?

My uncle said that Su Lao's painting is real, so Su Lao's painting should be real, right?

And this painting of Mo Chengyun--

Song Qiaoqiao took the tissue and wiped his sweat gently.

She gritted her teeth secretly, no matter what, just choose Su Lao's painting to be authentic. Since she couldn't verify the authenticity of the two paintings for a while, she should always trust her uncle's vision.

No wonder Lan Xiao was so guilty just now. It seems that she can't tell which is true and which is false?

Heh~ A teenage girl, is she even better than her uncle?

Song Qiaoqiao made up his mind and sighed in secret.

She wrote her identification results on the paper stroke by stroke.

After writing, she also put it into the glass tube, and then gave it to the four old men.

Next, the four elders went to appraise the painting.

The four old men gathered around the two paintings and began to concentrate on appraisal.

At first, several people were fairly calm.

However, twenty minutes later, these people were already red-faced in the quarrel.

The two paintings are almost indistinguishable from each other, and it is impossible to determine their authenticity.

Curator Fu took the other master and agreed that the one on the left was a real painting, while Curator Zhang brought another old man and thought that the one on the right was a real painting.

The two sides argued for a full twenty minutes without arguing about the reason.

Song Qiaoqiao couldn't help but sighed secretly. It seemed that it was not that she was not good at learning, but that the two paintings were exactly the same.

To say that these two paintings are true, it is also possible.

Lan Xiao stood aside very calmly. She lowered her head and ignored her. How intense the argument between the old guys was. She just secretly reminded herself that she was going to Wen's house later and asked Wen Muchu's phone number. number.

She is afraid that Wen Muchu will not be able to contact her and will be angry.

...

About twenty minutes later, one of the old men was so excited that he shook his figure, clutching his chest, and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he was held back in time, and then found the medicine to swallow, otherwise today's competition will have to kill people.

Everyone has lingering fears.

The four masters did not dare to argue fiercely anymore. In short, they were divided into two camps, one supporting the painting on the left is authentic, and the other supporting the painting on the right is authentic.

The four masters divided the appraisal results into two and sealed them up.

In short, the last moment I had four good masters, this moment, because the two paintings are completely broken.

No one is willing to back down, everyone sticks to their own opinions and thinks they are right.

Mr. Su finally came out and declared that the appraisal was completed.

Then, he took out the four appraisal results one after another from the glass bottles and put them on the table.

The first to unfold the appraisal results was the papers of Director Fu and an elderly man.

It clearly says that the painting by Mo Chengyun on the left is true.

Then, Su Lao unfolded the papers of Director Zhang and another old man.

It also says that Su Lao's painting is true.

The two different identification results made the surrounding people dumbfounded.

This... As a result, good urination.

In other words, even these few experts are unable to identify the authenticity of the two paintings with certainty?

Song Qiaoqiao frowned slightly and took the initiative to unfold his own appraisal results.

"The result of my appraisal is that I think that Su Lao's painting is real... But if Lan Xiao thinks that Mo Chengyun's painting is real, isn't this thing deadlocked?"

Yeah, it's completely deadlocked, two matches, still can't tell the truth from the fake, and it's impossible to know who is the winner.

Director Zhang snorted coldly, and knocked on the ground with his cane.

"That's not necessarily. Don't forget that Mr. Qu was also involved in the appraisal. Didn't Mr. Qu just say that Mr. Qu has determined that Mr. Su's hands are genuine? We are three to two, and we have won."

Curator Fu paled with anger, gritted his teeth and stared at Curator Zhang.

"How can the number of people determine the outcome of the appraisal, is this totally unreasonable?"

"If there is no way to confirm the final result, then it can only be determined by the number of people." Curator Zhang retorted without showing weakness.

"You... are a terrible word, you shameless old guy..."

"Hey, old man Fu, who do you say is the shameless old guy?"

"you……"

As the two curators were talking, they quarreled again.

At this time, the two of them almost became enemies with deep hatred.

Fighting for that is called a blushing face.

Song Qiaoqiao frowned and interrupted their dispute with a deep voice.

"Don't fight if you do. Let's start Lan Xiao's appraisal results before deciding what to do next?"

Director Zhang and Director Fu stared at each other angrily and stopped speaking.

Lan Xiao touched his nose, feeling that such a scene was extremely embarrassing.

She didn't even know that the old master Jianbao, who had a very high status, would sometimes be so crazy about an ancient painting.

The strength and sound of the quarrel almost overturned the roof.

"Lan Xiao, open your own appraisal results yourself." Song Qiaoqiao glanced at Lan Xiao and motioned to her to open the glass bottle.

Lan Xiao held the glass bottle that belonged to her in her hand, and then she slowly unplugged it.

She took out the note and didn't read it out by herself, but gave it to Old Su.

"Old Su, come read it for me. I'm timid, I'm afraid that my voice will kowtow and let you see jokes..."