Chapter 149 Damn It!
Peng Guo walked inside with Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao, and before he got to a room, he heard someone making a noise before entering.
"This painting of mine is real!"
"How is that possible? Mine is the original!"
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"You are a fake!"
"Yours is a fake!"
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"Do you want to fight?"
"Come, come! Fight, fight, who's afraid of who?!"
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"Do it! Why don't you do it? Those who dare not do it are women!"
"You kind of do it first! I'm standing here! Why don't you dare to do it?!"
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Peng Guo looked embarrassed and looked at Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao, not knowing what to say.
Song Yun raised his head and looked into the lounge, and found two old men with their hands on their hips, yelling at each other.
Song Yun couldn't help shivering. The two old men were very close to each other, but only ten centimeters. With such a quarrel, the saliva must have been sprayed on each other's face. Thinking about this kind of thing, goosebumps can burst one centimeter thick. .
"Teacher, Mr. Zhao, can you two stop arguing?"
"There are guests!"
Peng Guo looked at it for a while and found that there was no sign of stopping, there was no way but to speak.
"What kind of shitty guest? Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Get them out of the way! Or just wait outside downstairs and wait until we're done arguing!"
Peng Guo was helpless, his teacher Mao Peng and his good friend Zhao Sheng were all very old, and their character became more and more like a child.
Song Yun rubbed his eyes hard, he couldn't believe what he saw, especially from the paintings and calligraphy hanging on the outside wall, he was a master among masters, but now he was scolding the street like two shrew. , it has nothing to do with the immortal style and bones in the impression of half a cent, it is too shocking.
"Let's go down first, and come up later!"
Peng Guo has no choice. In this situation, the world is so noisy that it is useless to say anything.
"How long can they fight like this?"
Song Yun is curious!
"How long can it be noisy?"
"At least three or five hours!"
"If there are more than three or five days, it will not be a problem!"
Peng Guo shrugged, this situation has happened too many times before, and he is very experienced.
Song Yun is quitting this time!
The house outside is full of paintings and calligraphy waiting to be plundered, and there are many dreams at night, so it must be resolved early, and getting back to the Treasure Pavilion is the kingly way, not to mention three or five days, ten minutes feels too long.
"What are they arguing about?"
Song Yun looked forward as he spoke, but the distance was a bit far, and he couldn't see what was on the table at all.
"painting!"
"My teacher's name is Mao Peng, and the shorter one is Zhao Sheng, who has been his good friend for many years. Recently, my teacher got a painting and took it out in front of Zhao Sheng. What I didn't expect was in Zhao Sheng's hands. There is also a pair, the two paintings are exactly the same, I can't figure out which one is real and which one is fake.
Peng Guo reluctantly explained the matter briefly.
Is there such a thing in the world?
Song Yun couldn't understand.
It is not surprising that ancient calligraphy and painting have been handed down, especially those famous ones, there must be many fakes, but generally speaking, fakes are fakes, and fakes are fakes and real cannot be exactly the same.
Mao Peng has a painting in his hand, and Zhao Sheng also has a painting. It is not surprising that they are exactly the same. The strange thing is that it is impossible to tell which one is real and which one is fake. Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng are both calligraphy and painting. Master, they naturally have extremely amazing eyesight in calligraphy and painting, how could they not be able to tell whether a painting is true or false, especially when there are two identical pairs for comparison, it is easier to tell.
"Is it impossible?"
"If they can't see it and can't convince the other party, didn't they invite others to identify it?"
Song Yun pondered for a while, and really couldn't understand what was going on.
"found!"
"How could it not be found?"
"I found no less than ten appraisal experts!"
"They are all well-known experts in appraisal!"
Peng Guo nodded. It has been more than three months before and after this incident. How could he not find an expert appraisal during this period?
"what's the result?"
Tang Miaomiao is also very puzzled. Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng are the only remaining calligraphy and painting masters in China. Their status is very high, and the people they know are naturally extraordinary. For example, Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng are good friends. She doesn't understand. It is because there are so many people to come to the appraisal, there must be an appraisal result. If there is a result, Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng should take a break. How could they be so arguing.
"If there is a unified identification conclusion, and it is a convincing identification conclusion, of course they can't quarrel anymore."
"The problem is that after seeing the two paintings, the expert appraisal experts are not sure which one is real and which one is fake. Either it's real, or both are fake."
Peng Guo was even more helpless when he talked about this matter. In fact, if it wasn't like this, his teacher and Zhao Sheng would never have quarreled like this.
Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao couldn't help but glance at each other, this kind of thing is really strange.
Song Yun stood on tiptoe and looked at the two paintings on the table. Unfortunately, the distance was a bit far and he couldn't see clearly. Driven by curiosity, he simply ignored everything and walked over.
"Where's the stinky boy? What do you want to do?!"
Mao Peng was stunned for a moment when he saw Song Yun. He was arguing with Zhao Sheng, sweating profusely and angry, and of course he would not speak politely.
"Go away, go away!"
"There's nothing wrong with you here!"
Zhao Sheng is the same.
Song Yun ignored them at all, staring at the two paintings on the table with his eyes, with an incredible expression on his face.