Metropolis: It’s a showdown, I am the richest man in the world

The next day, Lin Yuan got up early, packed up, went to the door of Su Qingqing's room, and then knocked on the door.

"Senior Qingqing, have you finished cleaning up? It's time to go back to school."

Su Qingqing was applying lipstick in the room. She tossed and turned and couldn't sleep last night, and her face had no color at all.

"I'm done cleaning up, wait for me."

"good."

This time no one asked to go in, and no one opened the door.

Su Qingqing picked up the things, opened the door, and then said.

"Let's go."

"Um."

Lin Yuan and Su Qingqing left the Sylphis International Hotel and when they came to the lobby on the first floor, the staff at the door shouted in unison.

"Hello, Mr. Lin, hello Mrs. Lin."

It's normal to call her Mr. Lin, but the title Mrs. Lin makes Su Qingqing a little shy.

Su Qingqing pulled Lin Yuan and walked out of the hotel quickly.

"Senior Qingqing, don't mind, they may have mistaken you for my girlfriend."

"Okay, it seems like we two are quite a couple."

Actually, I would rather we be a couple...

"Let's go quickly, senior sister."

"Um."

Lin Yuan drove Su Qingqing back to school. Both of them had very few classes today. They agreed to go to the calligraphy activity room to practice calligraphy together. Lin Yuan thought that since he wanted to practice calligraphy, he would go back to the suburban villa to see Yan Zhenqing. Take out the original work and practice according to it.

So Lin Yuan took the time to return to the suburban villa to get Yan Zhenqing's authentic work.

After returning to the villa, Lin Yuan came to the study and saw a work.

It is an authentic work by Yan Zhenqing.

Lin Yuan was shocked. The original work looked completely different from the pictures on the Internet and the printed ones.

After the shock, Lin Yuan put away Yan Zhenqing's original works and prepared to let Su Qingqing take a look. After all, Su Qingqing also practiced Yan Zhenqing.

Lin Yuan then drove back to school and continued class.

After the two people finished the class, they came to the calligraphy activity room separately.

There are many people participating in this calligraphy competition gathered here, some signed up for hard-pen calligraphy, and some signed up for soft-pen calligraphy.

Lin Yuan arrived at the calligraphy activity room first, took a seat and walked out to wait for Su Qingqing.

"Senior Qingqing, I'm here and I've already taken my seat."

Su Qingqing stepped forward quickly and followed Lin Yuan into the calligraphy activity room.

The two people came to their positions and started practicing. Lin Yuan carefully took out Yan Zhenqing's original work from the bag and placed it between the two of them.

"What's this?"

Su Qingqing asked in confusion.

"Yan Zhenqing's original handwriting. Senior Qingqing and I practice both Yan and Ti. We are both going to participate in a calligraphy competition. A friend happened to give this to me."

A gift from a friend? ! That is Yan Zhenqing’s authentic work! Did you just give it away?

Su Qingqing was shocked on the spot, and then picked up Yan Zhenqing's original work and looked at it. It was indeed different from the imitations on the market.

When Su Qingqing picked it up, a boy next to him who was writing soft-pen calligraphy stopped writing.

"You two have been putting up with me for a long time."

Su Qingqing and Lin Yuan were a little confused.

"What happened to our classmate?"

Lin Yuan asked.

"Hmph, it's really fun to hold a fake work and pretend it's authentic."

The boy said mockingly.

Fake work? This work has been authenticated by the system, so how could it be fake?

"Classmate, I think you are mistaken. This work is the original work of Yan Zhenqing."

The boy looked at the work in Su Qingqing's hand and said.

"I'm sure that this one of yours is a fake."

The boy said with great conviction.

"Oh? Why do you say what we have is a fake?"

Lin Yuan asked.

"Because the real authentic work is here with me!"

Lin Yuan couldn't help but be curious after hearing this. There was no need to give him a fake of Yan Zhenqing's original work. So what's the point of him now saying that he has an authentic work in his hand? One of the two people is definitely a fake. .

"I wonder if you have brought the real thing you said?"

"How could I possibly bring it out? The original is precious."

"Then how do you prove that what you have in your hands is authentic?"

"Do you still need proof? My dad paid a high price for it. Do you know how much he spent?"

"Oh? How much?"

Lin Yuan was also very curious about how much money his father had been defrauded of.

"500,000, so you can't afford it, right? Are you saying that your painting is real?"

"Why don't you say that my painting is real? What if your father is defrauded of 500,000 yuan?"

"How is that possible! My dad bought it from a friend, how could he be deceived."

I was actually deceived by my friend. No wonder I am so confident that it must be authentic.

"Why don't you ask your family to send it over, and we can compare it and find out."

"If there is anything to compare with, the one I have is definitely the original."

It’s really hard not to shed tears until I see the coffin.

Do you want me to hire an appraiser on site?

It's totally unnecessary, and I don't want to argue with him about whose fake it is.

"Let's stop arguing. If you think yours is true, then it's true."

Lin Yuan said helplessly not wanting to continue the confrontation with the boy.

After hearing Lin Yuan's words, the man snatched the work from Su Qingqing's hand and tore it open on the spot.

"what you do?!"

Lin Yuan shouted.

Su Qingqing on the side was also stunned. For some reason, she felt that this boy was going to be miserable.

From the Lin Yuan she knew, this authentic painting of Yan Zhenqing was definitely authentic and could not be a fake.

This boy is going to be miserable.

"A fake is a fake, it shouldn't exist. I'll help you destroy it, lest you take it out later and claim it's authentic."

"Did you know that what you tore up just now was a real thing and not a fake at all?"

"Humph, don't you just want me to compensate you? Tell me how much your stall sells? I'll compensate you."

The boy said to Lin Yuan in a condescending manner.

Lin Yuan laughed angrily. What he bought in the system mall was actually said to be from a street stall.

"You can't afford to pay. Let's meet in court. What you just destroyed is an authentic work. I am absolutely sure."

"I'll see you in court. Who do you think you are? I'll call my dad and ask him to send the original work over for you to take a good look at."

"Okay, let your dad come, just in time to discuss compensation."

"Does my father need to come to compensate you? I can compensate you directly. After all, you still want compensation."

Seeing that the boy still had the same attitude, Lin Yuan simply called Lu Bo.

Lu Bo asked in surprise when he received Lin Yuan's call.

"Hello, Mr. Lin, are you calling me now for something? Or do you want to get together? Or do you want to use my place?"

"Lu Bo, do you know any appraisers? Someone just tore off my original work of Yan Zhenqing. The one in his house must be authentic, so I want to find an appraiser to take a look."

"Don't worry, Mr. Lin, give me the address and I'll take someone there right away."

"Thank you very much. I'll send you the address."