"Who says this painting is a fake?"

Tang Qingge suddenly opens his mouth.

The old man looked up at her.

Tang Qingge went to the painting, pointed to a place in the painting, and smiled, "this is not a picture of Fengming mountain, and I never said it was a fake."

The old man narrowed his eagle like eyes and stared at the different picture of Fengming mountain. He twisted his eyebrows and looked at the place she pointed.

Jiangyuanyuan laughed and said, "Tang Qingge, are you stupid? This is not what Fengming Mountain Residence is? And your fake imitation is really not good. People can see that the two paintings are different at a glance."

"This is the picture of Phoenix and Phoenix on the mountain peak."

The air is still.

What is the difference between the painting of Phoenix and Phoenix on the mountain peak and the painting of Phoenix singing on the mountain?

Jiang Yuanyuan heard what she said, and suddenly burst out laughing, "hahaha, you're laughing to death. You think you can change the fact that you bought a fake by making up a name? Who can recognize that your painting is genuine? If anyone can recognize it, I'll kneel down and call him Dad!"

"Wait."

The old man suddenly stood up and asked his seventh uncle to find reading glasses for him to wear. Then he looked at the picture of Phoenix and Phoenix on the mountain for a long time.

The old man's voice was a little excited. "This is not an old painting. This is indeed Qi Lao's painting of Phoenix and Phoenix on the mountain peak. Although it is very similar to Zhang Lao's painting, the artistic conception of these two paintings is completely different."

Jiangyuanyuan, "..."

Jiang Yuanyuan tried her best not to admit it. "Old master, did you admit your mistake, or you'd better have a good look?"

The seventh uncle looked unhappy. "Miss Jiang, are you saying that the old man's eyes are hard to use?"

Jiangyuanyuan, "..."

A hundred year old man, where can he use his eyes?

But she can't say it directly. She can only laugh. She doesn't think that Tang Qingge can bring out any genuine products. After all, they all bought the original copy, and how can Tang Qingge afford to buy it for millions?

"That's not what I mean. I mean, do you want to invite someone to see whether the painting is true or not? It's the old man's birthday banquet. Wouldn't it be bad if someone wanted to make up the numbers?"

"Also, eh? I remember that Qi Ran's uncle is not an expert in painting and calligraphy appreciation. Let him appreciate it."

"Yes, uncle Qi ran, would you like to have a look at this painting and see if it is true?"

Uncle Qi ran immediately came over, and jiangyuanyuan fanned the flames nearby. "Uncle Qi ran, you can see clearly. Don't let some people make up the number and make up the inferior. I remember that Tang Qingge is just an actor. Can an actor afford a painting worth millions?"

"Don't worry, Miss Jiang."

Uncle Qi ran looked at it carefully. After a few minutes, he looked as excited as the old man. He pointed to the picture and said.

"Authentic! This is absolutely authentic."

Jiangyuanyuan didn't believe it. "Did you read it wrong?"

"No, of course it's an authentic work, and it's still Qi Lao. It's much more valuable than the painting of Fengming mountain. Although the two pictures look like each other, their artistic conception is completely different. The scenery and artistic conception of the painting of Phoenix and Phoenix on the mountain peak are much more elegant than the painting of Fengming mountain. Miss Tang, can you lend me this painting for two days? No! One day, can you lend me a day to paint it?"

Uncle Qi ran excitedly grabbed Tang Qingge's hand and asked. Bo Qichen glanced at him, quietly left his hand, and then looked at him with pursed lips.

Uncle Qi ran, "..."