Chapter 207 Fake Tang Bohu

Sun Wu stood beside him, and when he saw this, he finally couldn't help it.

"Mr. Miyamoto, there is probably something wrong with the painting you bought!" Sun Wu said while directing the painting tube Miyamoto was holding, "It is very likely that that painting is not Tang Bohu's painting, but a painting by Tang Bohu. imitated by others."

Miyamoto couldn't react for a while, and looked at Sun Wu in a stunned manner.

"Mr. Miyamoto, what's wrong with you?"

Sun Wu was startled when he saw that Miyamoto didn't respond at all, and quickly asked another question.

"impossible!"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

"The painting I bought is definitely Tang Bohu's painting! I have found many people to identify it, and there is absolutely no problem!"

"It must be true!"

"It can't be fake!"

Miyamoto shuddered, his face became like a blank sheet of paper, dancing and screaming frantically.

Luo Hua couldn't help covering his ears. Miyamoto's cry seemed to be bursting with chrysanthemums by others. It was really ugly and painful.

"Miyamoto, what's your name?"

"You called it, why did it sound so ugly?"

"Did you cut yourself off?"

"Even if it is from the palace, there is no such name as you!"

"It's so ugly!"

"But it's 350 million. Even if this painting is really fake, it's just a drop in the bucket for you. There's nothing wrong with it!"

"Aren't you rich?"

"Why should you care about 350 million if you are rich?"

"Only poor ghosts care about this money!"

Luo Hua finally seized the opportunity, and bluntly returned sentence after sentence.

Miyamoto's face turned red for a while, and there was no way to refute it. In fact, he didn't have any mood to refute at this time. What he cares most now is whether the painting is real or fake.

"Mr. Sun Wu, I don't know why you say that?"

"Why did you say that sentence was false?"

"I have checked with many people, and they all said there is no problem!"

Miyamoto grabbed Sun Wu's hand and asked in a hurry.

"Mr. Miyamoto, please calm down first."

Sun Wu wanted to let go of Miyamoto's hand, but Gongben was too hard to grab, and there was nothing he could do.

calm?

How could Miyamoto calm down at this time?

350 million!

That's 350 million!

Not 35,000 yuan!

Miyamoto couldn't calm down at all!

After spending so much money, if you buy a real Tang Bohu painting, there is no problem at all!

But if it is a fake painting, the problem is big!

Miyamoto couldn't calm down no matter what.

"Mr. Sun Wu, you are the most famous appraisal expert in the world. I don't know where you got it from. Is the batch of paintings I took fake?"

"Please do you have to tell me?"

"Please tell me!"

Miyamoto grabbed Sun Wu's hand harder and harder, his eyes were even more like copper bells, and the eyeballs were full of blood, not like a wounded beast.

How could Sun Wu tell what went wrong and that the painting was fake? Still listen to what Tang Miaomiao said.

"Mr. Miyamoto, if you don't mind, I want to take a look at that painting again. Let's study it again to see if it's fake!"

Sun Wu thought for a while and decided to take a look at the painting Miyamoto took first.

How could Miyamoto refuse at this time, he immediately took Sun Wu into the box he booked, and there were a few people in it. When he saw Miyamoto, he immediately said congratulations, the wish for many years was finally achieved, but this time, it was clearly The flattery slapped the horse's leg, Miyamoto ignored those people at all, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, he immediately opened the painting tube and took out the words inside.

Sun Wu watched it very seriously. From start to finish, he read it over and over again, not letting go of any detail or corner.

Sun Wu spent a full hour, and the more he watched, the tighter his brows became.

"Mr. Sun Wu, is this painting real or fake in your opinion?!"

Miyamoto couldn't help it, he felt like the ants on the hot pot didn't know how many times they went back and forth in the box.

Sun Wu didn't speak, he turned his head to look at Luo Hua who was standing beside him, the reason was very simple, he couldn't see the problem with the painting in front of him, but Luo Hua just said that this painting is genuine In Tang Miaomiao's place, this meant that the painting in front of him was definitely fake.

Luo Hua was drinking tea leisurely by the side, because when I checked him just now, he didn't say a word. Now, seeing Sun Wu's eyes like this, he knew that there was no problem.

Luo Hua put down the teacup in his hand, stood up slowly, and walked to Miyamoto.

"Miyamoto, don't take chances!"

"This painting you bought is absolutely fake!"

"Fake can't be fake!"

"Are you going to ask me how I know this?"

"The reason is very simple, that is, the original work of this painting is in the hands of others, so you bought a fake with money!"

Luo Hua tried hard to show his demeanor, and kept telling himself that he must not gloat or laugh when he was talking. A smile appeared on his face. Once the smile appeared, it was like the melting of ice and snow.