Young Master Fu’s Incredible Real Heiress

"That's right, how can you say that Shi Jin's story is false just by listening to a one-sided statement?"

Everyone was talking about it, and Shangguan Yinyin said, "It's not that Shi Jin's paintings are fake. But Mr. Lin's paintings have been collected for many years. He also likes to collect various items, and many of them are still It has been certified by the museum, and logically, Teacher Lin’s cannot be fake.”

She kept saying that Lin Yao's is not fake, that the fake must be Shi Jin.

How could anyone not hear this subtext?

Lin Yao put his hands behind his back and looked a little arrogant.

Shi Jin said lightly, "Mr. Lin, when we were recording a variety show together, I said that the 'Black Bamboo' is a fake. I didn't expect that Mr. Lin still kept it in his collection."

When she said this, everyone remembered that when she was recording a variety show before, Shi Jin glanced at the painting and immediately said it was a fake.

At that time, there was a hot search on Weibo saying that Shi Jin was hated for the rich, so he said that.

However, a lot of things happened later, and this matter was covered up. Shi Jin's family situation was not as bad as everyone said, but no one cared about this painting.

Now that the old things are brought up again, it is really like a scene reappearing.

Much of Lin Yao's dissatisfaction with Shi Jin came from her overly straightforward attitude when she recorded the show.

Hearing her mention it again, he said, "Yeah, why can't I keep it? I really don't keep it, should I keep the fake ones?"

For a while, the swords were drawn.

Everyone could see his hostility, and the voice of the discussion was extremely light.

Shangguan Yinyin smoothed things out: "Mr. Lin, don't be angry. After all, Shi Jin is young, and her research on painting is not as good as yours. It is inevitable that she has misunderstood, which is not a big deal. Even if it is not genuine, Shi Jin has collected it. After so long, there must be a certain value. This does not prevent everyone from auctioning these two paintings."

It sounds nice, but the essential meaning is still to step on Shi Jin.

This should have been said by Shi Jin to Lin Yao, but when she heard this, she felt extremely amused, and raised her lips and said, "Since that's the case, I think there are a few connoisseurs here today, why don't you ask them? Views?"

Lin Yao saw that she was still not giving up, and immediately went over to invite those connoisseurs.

These are all highly respected and reputable experts with excellent appreciation for painting.

They were invited to study around Shi Jin's painting.

Lin Yao didn't even bring his own painting.

For him, as long as it can be proved that Shi Jin's paintings are fake, then his own must be true.

After everyone gathered around and appreciating for a long time, one of them said with gray hair, "This is true."

Others also nodded and said, "In my opinion, this is indeed Qing Ming's work."

Lin Yao couldn't help but get angry: "Can you really see clearly?"

"I really see it clearly. Qing Ming is a modern painter, not someone from a long time away from us. We can still distinguish this clearly."

Seeing that Lin Yao and Shangguan Yinyin refused to believe it, the gray-haired old man said, "I happen to have Qingming's phone number here, I will call her right away, and I will be able to know who this "Ink Bamboo" is. hands."

He is a connoisseur and an expert in this field. It is not surprising that he has Qingming's phone number.

He made a call immediately, put down the phone after a while and said, "Qingming himself is sure, the painting is in Shi Jin's hands."

Lin Yao's complexion changed greatly.

If he could have defended himself before, now the evidence is solid, and there is nothing to say.

The other onlookers were obviously convinced of the old man's words.

Lin Yao remembered that when the painting was still in Shi Xuexin's hands, Shi Jin said it was fake the first time he saw it.

Later, Shi Xuexin gave the painting to him, and he regarded it as a treasure.

But now, when I think back to Shi Xuexin, she has been slapped in the face in various ways, and she has long since disappeared as if there has never been such a person in this world.

Lin Yao's face was gray and defeated. He only woke up now that he did not believe in Shi Xuexin, but in his arrogance and prejudice against Shi Jin.

If I had believed Shi Jin in the first place, there would not have been such a thing as today...

Shi Jin didn't say anything more, but after putting on the gloves, he stretched out his hand to hang the painting back in its original position, with a cherished expression on his face.

Shangguan Yinyin bit her lip slightly, how could she expect such a result.

Now I want to say something, it seems that everything is too late.

Lin Yao turned around and left.

"Mr. Lin..." Shangguan Yinyin followed, knowing that something was wrong.

Today, Yuexiu was originally going to buy Lin Yao's painting, but now Yuexiu wants to do charity, so why don't you want to buy Shi Jin's?

This will definitely make Yuexiu feel very shameless and will not be able to step down from the stage.

Lin Yao walked towards his painting, very shameless.

Shangguan Yinyin didn't hear a word of what Shangguan Yinyin said.

He approached his painting, but he didn't expect something to happen here.

A waiter was crying aggrieved, and Liang Xinran was saying something in a low voice.

Lin Yao raised his head abruptly and saw that his painting on the wall was stained with coffee stains. Although it was not many, it could be regarded as ruined for such a piece of calligraphy.

Many people were watching, and Yuexiu was also standing there.

Liang Xinran said: "Okay, don't embarrass the waiter anymore. When she came over, it was me who didn't get it firmly, and the two of us fell and stained the painting. We didn't do it on purpose. There were indeed a lot of people at that time. I met us. Since it has happened, I will take responsibility. How much money, I will pay. "

When the waiter heard her say this, she didn't know what to say for a while, and looked at her with tears in her eyes.

Yuexiu said lightly, "This painting of "Black Bamboo" brought by Mr. Lin Yao is a national treasure of invaluable value, worth no less than tens of millions. Can you really afford it?"

Liang Xinran's face turned pale when he heard it, how many millions?

Although she came from a wealthy family and had a decent income, she was only an 18th-tier actor who used to play supporting roles.

This means that she basically only has salary income, and basically has no business endorsements. Compared with first-line artists in the entertainment industry, her income is negligible.

She has never made tens of millions in total, and it is even more impossible to have so many in her account.

Do you still have to go to your parents to help you lose money?

It's not easy for parents to make money...

Lin Yao stepped forward and was about to talk to Yuexiu.

Yuexiu said lazily, "Yeah, in the auction, there may be more than this amount. How do you pay for it?"

The waiter was trembling with fright, for fear that Liang Xinran would say no compensation, or that he would pay with her.