As soon as these words came out, it was like throwing a huge boulder into the originally calm water, causing huge waves.
"Fake?! How is this possible!"
"The artistry of this painting is so great that it feels like you are actually there. How could it be a fake?"
After hearing Lin Xiao's words, someone immediately spoke, their words full of disbelief.
At this moment, everyone gathered in Duobao Zhai looked at Lin Xiao with incredible eyes.
Even He Tianlin, who was still writing furiously, stopped what he was doing and glanced at Lin Xiao in surprise.
In He Tianlin's eyes, this painting was certainly not a fake, otherwise he would not have written so many things on the paper.
Could it be that this guy was lucky enough to pick it up in the antique street before?
He Tianlin looked at Lin Xiao in surprise and thought to himself.
Among all the people present, only Qin Wanqiu and the others believed Lin Xiao's words. There was also the fat middle-aged man who looked at Lin Xiao with shock on his face.
"Are you the boss of Duobao Zhai?"
Lin Xiao looked at the middle-aged man and asked.
The man nodded slightly and responded: "I, Song Dahai, am the boss of Duobao Zhai!"
"Now that the results can be announced, why let Mr. He continue to waste more energy on that piece of paper?"
Lin Xiao said with a smile.
Hearing this, He Tianlin's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
Song Dahai also coughed lightly and immediately said: "This painting is indeed a fake..."
"In this first game, Mr. Cao wins!"
As soon as he said these words, He Tianlin directly threw the pen and paper in his hand on the table, walked quickly to Song Dahai, and snatched the painting in his hand.
"How could this be a fake?"
He Tianlin murmured, his eyes constantly looking at the painting in his hands.
Seeing him like this, Song Dahai also said cautiously: "Master He, our Duobao Zhai has invited no less than ten treasure appraisers to identify this painting and confirm that it is a fake..."
"Shut up! Did I let you talk?"
He Tianlin glanced at him and said coldly.
Naturally, he didn't believe that he would be wrong, so he directly interrupted Song Dahai.
Seeing him like this, Song Dahai showed a helpless smile.
He Tianlin is the eldest son of the He family, one of the eight major families in Beicheng. How dare he, a small owner of Duobao Zhai, do anything to He Tianlin?
"Master He, there is a drop of ink in the lower right corner of this painting that has not melted."
Lin Xiao shook his head, smiled, and said lightly.
Hearing this, He Tianlin's expression suddenly changed, and his eyes immediately focused on the lower right corner of the painting.
As Lin Xiao said, there is indeed a drop of ink that has not melted in the lower right corner of this painting!
If this painting is authentic, such a situation is absolutely impossible.
You must know that the ancients had extremely strict requirements for the calligraphy and painting they made.
Once a mistake like the ink not melting occurs, the painting will definitely be abandoned and it will never be passed down to this day.
Seeing that He Tianlin didn't speak, Cao Shaomin immediately said: "I mean He Shao, is it possible that you can't accept the reality of your failure and are unwilling to admit the result?"
Ever since that incident, the relationship between the Cao family and the He family has been bad, and it is common for the two young men to fight each other when they meet.
At this moment, Cao Shaomin had the opportunity to laugh at He Tianlin, and he naturally could not let go of this opportunity.
But He Tianlin ignored him and continued to look at the painting in his hand.