He didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but then he thought, if it was true or false, he would lose more than 2 billion in vain.
So I still asked people to find vinegar.
Take the scroll and smoke it.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the scroll.
Only the fake Taoist had a very ugly face and his eyes were moving around, looking for a suitable place to escape.
Unfortunately, all exits were guarded, so he had no chance.
When the scroll was smoked with vinegar, it immediately changed!
“It’s getting really old!”
"Oh my God, doesn't this mean that this painting is indeed fake?"
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The old men even got closer and observed carefully.
They also took out various instruments for testing.
The results obtained are all consistent.
This painting is indeed left by the previous dynasty.
It's just that it's somewhat similar to Ye Xiu's handwriting, and it's been modified a bit by Fake Daozi.
Then, he deceived so many people.
Ye Kuang, in particular, was about to explode with rage.
He made a strong comeback, only to be deceived, which was a huge blow to his prestige.
"Catch him!"
Snapped!
Ye Kuang slapped him in the face, his murderous intent boiling over: "Take the money back!"
Fake Daozi's mouth was bleeding. He made the appointment and grinned: "I sent the money abroad as soon as possible. You can't get it back."
Ye Kuang was furious and raised his palm to kill him.
"Wait a minute!" an old man said: "There is no rush to kill him. I want to know if you know the true Taoist!"
The liar sneered: "Of course we know him, I am still his master."
"You are worthy of being my master!" Ye Xiu spoke up again.
Everyone's eyes fell on Ye Xiu again.
Although he had successfully cracked down on counterfeiting just now.
But no one thought that Ye Xiu, who looked ordinary and wore ordinary clothes, was a Taoist.
Some of the more venomous people even made sarcastic remarks directly.
"It's funny, you don't even pee and take a picture of yourself."
"Are you trying to step on that impostor and get to the top?"
"If you were Taozi, I would send my daughter, who has just turned eighteen, to your bed!"
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Faced with the ridicule from these people, Ye Xiu did not defend himself, but walked to the corner.
There is a desk there with the Four Treasures of the Study placed on it.
Bai Yujie ran over in high heels and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing? Do you want to paint on the spot? No need, you are already great tonight."
She thought Ye Xiu couldn't get off the stage and wanted to force the creation.
Seeing his actions, many people at the scene sneered.
I think Ye Xiu is trying to make a fool of himself.
He had no intention of explaining these doubts.
Later, they will feel ashamed of their ignorance.
The reason why I want to confirm my identity as a Taoist disciple in public is that I don’t want to be impersonated again and ruin my reputation.
He picked up the pen and his momentum changed instantly.
Like a peerless sword that is ready to go.
And when he started to create on white paper, that peerless edge bloomed!
Many people at the scene seemed to have their necks strangled by an invisible hand, unable to make a sound.
As for the old calligraphers and painters, their eyes almost popped out at this moment.