Supreme Daddy

Master Dong frowned. He really disliked Ling Yun more and more. Not only Master Dong, but also the three appraisers.

"Shut up, you are a young man and you still dare to make fun of the comments and appraisals of the masters. I think you cannot afford to lose."

"Don't gamble if you can't afford to lose. It's embarrassing."

"What a young man who knows nothing about the world."

"Master Dong, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Master Gong smiled and said: "Young man, if you don't understand, you can ask other people. If I am wrong, I can apologize to you. If by chance I am right, then please apologize to Mr. Zheng."

"Not only are you wrong, you are also completely wrong. As a master, you have no discernment at all. If you call me a master, you will mislead others in the future." Ling Yun said unceremoniously.

"I would like to hear how this painting is fake. Don't talk nonsense here. If you don't tell me why, don't even think about leaving here tonight." An appraiser named Zhong's eyes were full of coldness. said.

"By the way, I didn't say what you should do if you lose, right?"

Ling Yun suddenly looked at Master Dong with a smile, and the latter had a bad feeling.

Master Dong thought to himself: There is no way he knew there was something wrong with my painting. It must be an illusion. I will win this game.

"I won't lose, because this is the real thing, Mr. Zheng's famous painting." Mr. Dong still said firmly!

"Nothing is absolute, just what if." Ling Yun looked at Mr. Dong with a sneer, and felt a little flustered after he left!

Da Jinya said: "Why doesn't Mr. Dong intend to put up some bets?"

"Gambling is all about fairness. Mr. Dong, let's bet on something, lest someone loses and refuses to admit it."

"Master Dong, I support you!"

this!

Master Dong swallowed his saliva, and then said calmly: "Then tell me what you want."

Ling Yun said: "One of your hands will be chopped off on the spot!"

If your words are not shocking, you will never stop!

Everyone's expressions suddenly changed, and then they looked at Ling Yun in disbelief.

In Jiangbei, Ling Yun was the first person who dared to talk to Mr. Dong like this, and everyone had to admire him.

"Hahaha, okay, I'll bet on my hand."

Master Dong unexpectedly agreed, which amazed everyone and gave him a thumbs up in their hearts!

"Then does your appraiser have anything else to say? If he has nothing to say, then let him chop off his hand!" Ling Yun smiled softly.

"This is the real thing, brat!"

"Let your lawyer come and transfer the group's shares." Master Dong frowned and glared at Ling Yun.

"Then I would like to ask, when did Mr. Zheng's words "Little Bridges and Flowing Waters" come about?

Ling Yun looked at Master Gong and said.

Master Gong snorted coldly: "Didn't you listen to me just now? Between 1723 and 1725."

"Hahaha, I'm laughing so hard. You so-called masters can't compare to my daughter." Ling Yun looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Hmph... Then tell me, why is this painting not painted by Mr. Zheng?" Master Gong's body trembled slightly angrily. He felt that talking to Ling Yun was like playing the piano to a bull!

"Sissi, tell these idiots why this painting is fake." Ling Yun said to the little guy next to him!

"What, let a child say, tsk tsk, weird things happen every year, especially this year." Mr. Dong sneered again and again!

"Well, listen carefully, look here, this red seal is missing a corner."

The little guy pointed to Mr. Zheng's name under the stamp. It was an inconspicuous place. It was missing a little bit and you really couldn't see it if you weren't paying attention.

"Eh... this... damn it, I didn't see it even if she didn't say it." Someone saw it clearly, but they just used a magnifying glass.

Master Dong swallowed his saliva and sweat began to drip from his forehead.

Master Gong was dumbfounded. He didn't pay attention several times. Now when a child pointed it out, he was so slapped in the face that he wanted to find a hole to crawl in.

The other appraisers also had pale faces and a feeling of being in danger of losing their fortune at the end of the day, capsized in the gutter.

Master Dong calmly said again: "It's just a corner. Maybe it wasn't printed when I stamped it on. It doesn't mean anything. This is a genuine product."

"Ignorance, let me tell you, this painting is not Mr. Zheng's. The paper from 1723 is correct, but Mr. Zheng lost his father at that time."

"The painting of small bridges and flowing water is about beautiful life. His life was difficult at that time, and it was impossible to paint such an artistic conception."

"A few so-called experts, do you understand?"

Ling Yun said a few things casually, but Master Gong and others were dumbfounded and ashamed.

Master Gong sighed and bowed deeply to Ling Yun: "I'm sorry, I apologize, you have a good eye."

Da Jinya laughed loudly: "Young Master Ling is awesome!"

"Yeah, this is my daddy." The little guy was afraid that others wouldn't know.

Everyone was shocked. Master Gong's action showed that this small bridge with flowing water was not painted by Mr. Zheng in the Ming Dynasty.

So!

Master Dong lost!

"Haha... I was just joking with Ling Xiaoyou. You don't have to take it so seriously." Mr. Dong smiled and looked at Ling Yun, his eyes seemed to have a hint of threat.

"I'm not kidding you. Do you want to do it yourself or let me help you." Ling Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Are you sure you want one of my arms?" Mr. Dong's eyes were about to burst into flames, and he wished he could slap Ling Yun at this moment.

At this time, Master Gong whispered in Mr. Dong's ear: "Master Dong, he just said that that child's painting is better than this painting of small bridges and flowing water. Why not bet with him one more time."

"If you win, you don't need to cut off your arm, and you'll get your face back."

Hearing this, Mr. Dong's lips curved into a smile. What he said was very reasonable.

"What, the dignified Master Dong doesn't keep his words? How will he gain a foothold in Jiangbei in the future? What kind of old face is alive in the world? If I were you, I would hang myself long ago." Ling Yun said.

"Haha, it's not that I don't want to admit defeat, but I remember there were two bets, and there is one more. You let that child draw, and as long as her drawing can convince most people, then you win. how?"

"Painting? I'm afraid you can't afford to lose the other arm. I advise you not to gamble, lest you regret it later."

"I'm serious about what I said, you can't afford to lose!"

Hearing this, Ling Yun sneered, does anyone have such a despicable request?

The little guy curled his lips and said in a sweet voice: "You can't afford to lose, so I won't play with you anymore."

Even this kid understands it, it’s really hilarious!

"Since you are deliberately seeking death, then I will help you, Da Jinya, quickly find someone to bring over the Four Treasures of the Study, and let Beibei slap them in the face."

Ling Yun smiled slightly, and Brother Qiang on the side finally applauded.

The Ling Yun he knew never fought an uncertain battle, so Dongye's arms were uncertain tonight. It was really sad, and he didn't even give him a chance.