Chapter 151 Discussing a Matter

Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng waited for a while and became impatient.

"Hey!"

"Can you really see that kid?"

"If you can see it, speak quickly, and if you can't see it, don't pretend to be here!"

Mao Peng was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, but at this time he strode over to Song Yun and shouted directly.

"That's right!"

"What exactly is going on?"

"I can see it or not!?"

"If you can't see it, don't waste your time!"

Zhao Sheng shouted, he was also very depressed about this matter.

Ni Zan has collected this painting for more than ten years, and is very proud of it. Suddenly there is an identical one, which is stunned. If it can be identified as true or false, there is nothing to say about this matter. Now there is no one. Being able to tell if it's true or not is very frustrating.

Song Yun didn't speak. It was the first time he encountered such a thing, and he was very curious. Under the circumstances that there is no possibility of a problem with the ability, the real secret must lie in these two paintings.

Song Yun lowered his head, concentrated his mind, and looked at the two paintings seriously. At the beginning, he didn't notice anything, but after a while, he found that although the light emitted by the two paintings was very strong, when he carefully distinguished it. , there is still a difference, this difference is very small, unless you observe it very carefully, you can't find it at all.

"Why is this so?"

"Since it's all true, how can there be a subtle difference in the light?"

Song Yun patted his head and thought seriously, this must be a breakthrough.

Song Yun continued to carefully observe the white light emanating from the two paintings, his mind was spinning rapidly, and suddenly a light flashed. He thought of a possibility. In some of the materials he had read before, it was said that some calligraphy and painting paper can be peeled off. Open, the fundamental reason is that these papers are divided into several layers when they are made, and they are layered together when they are finally formed. A few people have the ability to peel off these layers, which means that a piece of paper can be divided into several layers. open.

Song Yun was in high spirits. He felt that he should have found a breakthrough. He found that there was a magnifying glass on the table, so he picked it up and looked at it carefully.

"Could it be that this kid found something?"

When Zhao Sheng saw Song Yun's action, it was a little strange. Song Yun didn't use the magnifying glass after watching it for a long time. Now that he suddenly picked it up, the only possibility was that he found something.

"It's impossible, right?"

"We've been studying for a few months, including those expert appraisal experts for a long time, and we haven't found anything wrong at all. This kid found out so quickly?"

Mao Peng narrowed his eyes.

"I said, this kid is a master, you have to believe it, now you know how powerful it is?"

Tang Miaomiao was triumphant. She was very sure that Song Yun must have discovered something at this time. She was just confirming with the magnifying glass, and she might come to a conclusion soon.

Song Yun held the magnifying glass, studied it for a while, and nodded lightly.

"How about it?"

"Did you find something wrong?"

Zhao Sheng couldn't wait, and strode to Song Yun's side with a desperate look on his face.

"Yes yes, what did you find? Say it now!"

The same is true for Mao Peng. The painting in front of him tortured two people for several months, and he really couldn't stand it.

Song Yun put down the magnifying glass and did not directly answer Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng's questions.

"Two old gentlemen, can you find a place to hang these two paintings?"

Zhao Sheng and Mao Peng didn't know what kind of medicine was in Song Yun's gourd, but it wasn't difficult. This was the studio, there were nails on the wall, and the painting was quickly hung up.

"Two old gentlemen, take a look, is there any difference between these two paintings?"

Song Yun waited until the painting was hung up and watched it again for ten minutes, and was 100% sure that he figured out what was going on.

"Say something!"

"If we can see it, do we need to fight for so many days?"

Mao Peng was very impatient.

"Boy!"

"Stop pretending to be a ghost!"

"Hurry up and tell us the answer!"

Zhao Sheng's only thought now is to know the answer quickly. He has no thought for research at all. He has already exhausted all his patience in a few months.

Tang Miaomiao was on the side. At this time, when Song Yun was about to speak, he quickly waved his hand.

Seeing this, Song Yun immediately closed his mouth.

"Mao Lao, Zhao Lao, let's discuss one thing."

Tang Miaomiao looked at Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng with a smile.

"Negotiate things?"

"What's there to negotiate sometimes?"

"The most important thing now is to know which painting is real and which painting is fake, and put other things aside. If you want to discuss it, you have to finish this thing first!"

Mao Peng waved his hand vigorously, looking impatient.

"Yes Yes!"

"That's the truth!"

"Let's settle the serious business first."

"Boy, tell me now!"

Zhao Sheng, who was old and sophisticated, immediately realized that Tang Miaomiao was likely to take advantage of the fire. Although he didn't know the specific purpose, it was definitely not wrong to deliberately pretend to be confused at this time.