More than a dozen pairs of eyes stared at the "Bamboo and Stone Picture" painted by Ye Tianlong.

Wang Jiacai also stared at the painting in Ye Tianlong's hands. They had been observing for more than half an hour before Lu Fengshou and Ye Tianlong arrived.

They are already familiar with Wang Jiacai's "Bamboo and Stone Picture". Which stone is round or sharp, and which bamboo is forward and backward, are all carved into their hearts.

Therefore, when they saw the painting in Ye Tianlong's hand, they were shocked quickly, and their faces showed unconcealed shock.

Ye Tianlong's paintings are exactly the same as Wang Jiacai's paintings, and there are no deviations in the details, as if they were copied with a photocopier.

This is really incredible.

That change made Lu Fengshou and Lu Youmi feel extremely wonderful, and they became more and more curious whether the two paintings are exactly the same?

"How is this possible?"

After watching it for almost a minute, Wang Jiacai sat up straight and uttered a low voice: "Are you copying my "Bamboo and Stone Picture"?"

Ye Tianlong laughed loudly: "Mr. Wang, the painting in your hand hasn't even looked at Mr. Lu. When did you copy it to me?"

Lu Fengshou also faintly said: "Yes, Lao Wang, Tianlong didn't even look at it. Where do you know what your painting looks like?"

"And even if he copied it, it's normal. It's just a practice of writing. It's impossible for him to draw more real than the original, right?"

He glanced at Wang Jiacai disapprovingly, thinking they were a little fussed.

Wang Jiacai and the others were right to think that they are genuine, so what does it mean to be copied? The true is true, and the false is false.

"Mr. Lu, you are right. The paintings I paint, no matter how good they are, can't be authentic. Cultural relics are cultural relics."

Ye Tianlong began to stab his knife: "The problem is, Mr. Wang is blind and bought a fake. Then I drew it and hit him in the face."

Wang Jiacai's face changed drastically, and he roared, "What do you mean? Dare to say that I bought a fake?"

Ye Tianlong responded playfully with a smile: "Yes, what you have in your hand is a fake."

"I'm not afraid to tell everyone that the painting in Mr. Wang's hand was painted on the antique street a year ago and sold for 500 yuan."

He smiled a little at the original picture that Wang Jiacai was gradually opening: "When I looked at the picture just now, I knew it was my work when I saw the front of the pen."

"That's why I can fully replicate it just by looking at it, because they all have a common father."

Ye Tianlong pointed at himself.

"Impossible, impossible, this is the real thing!"

Wang Jiacai seemed to have been bitten by a dog, and almost jumped up and shouted: "This is a genuine product that I bought for half a million."

Ye Tianlong's eyes flickered: "Is it true? You can tell by comparing it yourself."

"Look at the image, look at the pen, look at the signature, and even overlap it in the same proportion."

Ye Tianlong's voice was very peaceful: "You will find the answer."

Wang Jiacai glared at Ye Tianlong, then opened the comparison between the original picture and Ye Tianlong, and found that the two paintings were almost identical, with the details unchanged.

This made him instantly cool down.

The rest of the Chinese-clothed elders studied and found that after ninety-nine percent of the two paintings were infinitely close, their faces showed a touch of regret and regret.

The two paintings are so similar, apart from the explanation that they are both by Ye Tianlong, there is no second explanation at all.

If the paintings in Wang Jiacai's hands are true, how can Ye Tianlong paint without looking at them, and the details are almost 100% close?

Could it be said that Ye Tianlong is a god? Naturally, there is no **** in this world, so Wang Jiacai's paintings should be fakes.

Lu Youmi and Uncle Mi looked at the two paintings in awe. They are not experts, and they feel the same when looking at the two paintings on the table.

Uncle Mi has become more and more admiring Ye Tianlong, and he can make any paintings fake and true, and he deserves to be a descendant of the clan.

Lu Youmi believed that Ye Tianlong's protection of himself was really a price.

The corners of Wang Jiacai's mouth kept moving, and his face was so gloomy. He didn't feel distressed about half a million, but the fork just installed was pierced all at once.

Ye Tianlong has always beaten the dog in the water, and said with a soft smile: "Mr. Wang, I'm really sorry, I just paint at will, but you take it as authentic."

"Five hundred yuan of things cost you five hundred thousand."

"I knew that you admired me so much and regarded me as Zheng Banqiao, so I would draw you "Bamboo and Stone Picture" every day, ten pictures a day like a play."

Ye Tianlong utterly punishes the heart: "Why don't you start to be your painter today? You can receive 50,000 yuan for one painting, how about? Are you interested?"

"Everyone, you have seen it now. Mr. Wang's so-called unique vision is actually a real blindness."

Ye Tianlong said a pun: "You don't want to treat waste as treasure like Mr. Wang, or you will regret it."

A dozen elders in Chinese clothes jumped their eyelids and looked embarrassed. Looking at Wang Jiacai and Lu Fengshou, the original line began to waver again.

When Lu Fengshou squinted at the painting on the table, Lu Youmi and Uncle Mi smiled brightly, feeling Ye Tianlong let out a sigh of relief.

Wang Jiacai's face was ugly, and he did not respond to Ye Tianlong. He looked at the two paintings again without giving up, and finally swept away angrily.

He swept the two paintings to the ground, losing face, and at the same time, he became more and more hostile towards Ye Tianlong, feeling that this kid had damaged his authority.

The unique vision he had just established was instantly beaten blind by Ye Tianlong.

Afterwards, Wang Jiacai leaned back in his chair and sneered looking at Lu Fengshou:

"Lao Lu, I haven't seen you in a few days, when is there such a coaxing kid around?"

He yin and yang made a strange sentence: "It seems that the Lu family is not like the end of the road we thought."

"Mr. Wang, you are such an adult, so pay attention to your quality? Why do you throw paper away?"

Before Lu Fengshou responded to Wang Jiacai, Ye Tianlong rolled up all the drawing paper on the floor, still looking very dissatisfied:

"If you don't want it, I'll take them all away, so as not to harm someone as blind as you."

Wang Jiacai's thinking was disrupted, and he was given a lesson. He was instantly angry and slapped the table and shouted, "I'll give you all, get out."

Ye Tianlong quickly pulled out the original picture of "Bamboo and Stone" and hid it.

"Father, this kid beat me and left me off the train, almost killing me halfway."

At this time, Wang Jiukang rushed over with a bunch of Chinese-clothed men and women, staring at Ye Tianlong and Lu Youmi gritted their teeth and shouted:

"Today, I want to ask for justice."

Wang Jiacai smiled faintly: "Jiu Kang, what do you want?"

Wang Jiukang roared murderously: "I want Lu Youmi to kneel down with him, slap ten times, beg me, cry me, let me forgive me."

Wang Jiacai took off his glasses and wiped them, then looked at Lu Fengshou and said:

"Brother, show some sincerity..."