Xu Ruiguang snorted coldly, with a look of disdain in his eyes.
If you can't compare with martial arts, then you can't compare with appraisal and you can't compare with a layman?
Chen Feng waved his hand, "Don't rush to call me grandpa, I don't have a grandson rushing to give money to others."
With such a grandson on the stall, everyone would probably be mad to death.
"You take advantage of me, believe it or not, I will take advantage of you."
Xu Ruiguang's face turned pale with anger and he slowly clenched his fists.
Chen Feng smiled half-heartedly and shook his head, "You can't beat me."
"Since you want to bet, it's not impossible. I'll bet my apprentice to you. If you just call me grandpa a few times, that won't work."
Chen Feng smiled, this guy should have a long memory.
Xu Jiaojiao, who was rushing over after hearing the commotion, was helpless, with a worried look in her eyes.
"Xu Ruiguang, can you please stop fooling around."
Xu Jiaojiao glared at Xu Ruiguang fiercely.
Xu Ruiguang originally just wanted to provoke Chen Feng, but now that he saw his sister siding with Chen Feng, he felt even more depressed.
"Then what do you want to do? What bet do you want?"
Xu Ruiguang said in a deep voice.
"Xu Jiaojiao is my only apprentice," Chen Feng thought for a moment, then spread his hands and said, "I have to add more money, one million."
Xu Jiaojiao was a little moved at first, but when she heard the second half of Chen Feng's words, her mind was filled with dark thoughts.
"Okay, I'll bet you one million."
Xu Ruiguang gritted his teeth and agreed directly.
More and more people gathered around, and everyone's eyes were focused on Xu Ruiguang.
Everyone's spirits were lifted when they heard that Xu Ruiguang's 10-million-dollar painting was still a work of Monet.
The two words "picking up leaks" are enough to arouse everyone's interest, especially now that a million dollars is added to the bet.
"Ours is real, right?"
Xu Ruiguang was so aroused by Chen Feng that he felt a little unsure.
Guo Weifang smiled slightly and nodded solemnly, "Don't worry and bet, Chen Feng will lose."
"How to identify it? Who can prove the authenticity of this painting?"
Xu Ruiguang asked in a deep voice.
"Master, what did you do?"
Xu Jiaojiao glanced at her younger brother and looked at Chen Feng with an aggrieved look.
Chen Feng made a silent gesture, smiled, and did not reply, but looked at Zhao Nanshan.
"Mr. Zhao is a university professor, a frequent visitor to TV antique programs, and the oldest appraisal expert of the Antique Culture Association.
Let him make the appraisal. Do you have any opinions? Do you all here have any opinions?"
"Mr. Zhao is the Taishan Beidou in the antique world. With him here, it is fair for him to appraise it."
"Yes, everyone can trust Mr. Zhao's appraisal. Let's get started."
There is no one around who doesn’t know Zhao Nanshan, even those in the antiques circle know him.
Xu Ruiguang glanced at Guo Weifang, saw the other person nodded, and then nodded in agreement.
Zhao Nanshan glanced at everyone with bright eyes, stood up and said slowly: "Thanks to everyone's trust, let me make the appraisal first. If you have any questions, everyone can add them."
Ever since he was slapped in the face by Chen Feng last time, Zhao Nanshan did not dare to look down on anyone anymore.
Monet's painting was slowly unfolded and placed in an exhibition box. Anyone with knowledge immediately looked forward.
Everyone said what they said to each other, and the conclusion they came to is also genuine.
"It is absolutely authentic, based on my more than ten years of appraisal experience."
"I think so, the style and composition are very similar."
Hearing everyone's affirmation, Xu Ruiguang glanced at Chen Feng proudly, "It looks like you are going to lose. Everyone knows this is true."
Chen Feng glanced at Xu Ruiguang and said calmly: "Let's take a look, Mr. Zhao hasn't spoken yet."
"Exactly, everyone who has seen it says it is genuine, and the conclusion drawn by Mr. Zhao is no exception. Once the results of Mr. Zhao's appraisal come out, you will have nothing to do with my Xu family."
Xu Ruiguang's eyes were firm. No matter what kind of game there was between the Xu family and Chen Feng, he never wanted to have anything to do with someone like Chen Feng.
Zhao Nanshan picked up the magnifying glass, sometimes looking thoughtful, and finally held the work in silence for a long time.
Everyone is waiting for Zhao Nanshan's final conclusion.
"This painting..." Zhao Nanshan pondered for a moment and then said: "I can't see anything fake about it."
Xu Jiaojiao looked at Chen Feng with an aggrieved look, her face a little pale.
"Haha, did you hear that?
Chen Feng, if you lose, you will have nothing to do with my Xu family from now on."
Xu Ruiguang laughed heartily, his eyes showing a hint of ecstasy.
That meant that people from the Sword Emperor Sect would no longer cause trouble for the Xu family, and he no longer had to worry day and night about when the Sword Emperor Sect would send people to kill him.
Chen Feng looked calm, glanced at Xu Ruiguang, looked at the painting, and then looked at Zhao Nanshan.
He was 100% sure that this painting was fake. A master appraiser like Zhao Nanshan would definitely be able to tell that it was fake. Could it be that he thought highly of Zhao Nanshan?
"Mr. Zhao, so, is this painting real?"
Xu Jiaojiao asked lightly.
She was extremely entangled in her heart. After all, this painting cost the Xu family 10 million.
However, when she thought of Chen Feng severing the master-disciple relationship with her, she felt a little blocked in her heart.
"I didn't say this painting was real."
Zhao Nanshan shook his head.
"What do you mean, Mr. Zhao? I just heard you say that there's nothing fake about it, isn't it true?"
Xu Ruiguang was a little anxious.
This painting cost him 10 million. If it was found to be fake, he had to pay 1 million to Chen Feng.
“Just because you can’t tell it’s fake doesn’t mean it’s true.”
Zhao Nanshan said slowly.
"Since you can't identify it, then it's true. Everyone says it's true, so it's true."
Xu Ruiguang snorted coldly.
He couldn't care less, he had to win the bet.
"Chen Feng, you immediately announce to everyone that you are severing the master-disciple relationship with my sister."
Xu Ruiguang said loudly.
"Yeah, if you're willing to admit defeat, don't be so shameless as to stick to the Xu family. How shameless is it for a little son-in-law who comes to you?"
"It turned out to be a door-to-door service. No wonder the Xu family won't let go, and there will be no benefits. Who would want to?"
The people around him said something strange and looked at Chen Feng with unusual disdain.
"Who said I lost?
This painting, if I say it is fake, it is fake."
Chen Feng sneered and walked up to Zhao Nanshan.
"Mr. Zhao, do you think there is something wrong with the materials?"
Chen Feng reminded.
Zhao Nanshan's eyes lit up, "Yes, the material for this painting may have been spliced together because the author was in a hurry and there was not enough material. You can see it here."
After that, Zhao Nanshan pointed lightly with his hand, and everyone looked at the painting.
He immediately saw what Zhao Nanshan was pointing to. It was made up of two uneven canvases, but the two materials were very similar and very close. If he was not a painter, the appraiser would not be able to tell at all.
"This kind of canvas is the best among domestically produced canvases, and domestically produced canvases have begun to be recognized by painters in this century. However, Master Mo is from the 19th century, and it is impossible to use our domestically produced canvases in modern times."
"So, this painting is fake!"
Chen Feng smiled slightly, stood up and explained.
"Mr. Zhao, am I right?"
"That's right."
Zhao Nanshan nodded approvingly.
"So, you lose."
Chen Feng looked at Xu Ruiguang with sharp eyes and said.