Chapter 1504 Show some Sincerity (5th Update)

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

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

They are already familiar with Wang Jiacai's "Bamboo and Stone Pictures". Which stone is round or pointed, which bamboo goes forward and backward, are all engraved in their hearts.

Therefore, when they saw the painting in Ye Tianlong's hand, they were disapproving and quickly shook their bodies, with unconcealable shock on their faces.

Ye Tianlong's paintings are exactly the same as Wang Jiacai's paintings, even the details are correct, 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 were exactly the same?

"How can this be?"

After looking at it for almost a minute, Wang Jiacai sat up straight and shouted: "You copied my "Bamboo and Stone Pictures"?"

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

Lu Fengshou also said calmly: "Yes, Lao Wang, Tianlong didn't even take a look at it, how could he know what your painting looks like?"

"And even if he copied it, it's normal. He's just practicing his brushwork. There's no way what he drew is more realistic than the original, right?"

He glanced at Wang Jiacai disapprovingly, feeling that they were making a bit of a fuss.

Wang Jiacai and the others were right. They were genuine products, so what did it matter if they were copied? What is true is true, and whatever is false is false.

"Mr. Lu, you are right. No matter how good the painting is, it cannot be authentic. Cultural relics are cultural relics."

Ye Tianlong started to stab him: "The problem is that Mr. Wang was blind and bought a fake painting. Then I painted it and slapped him in the face."

Wang Jiacai's face changed drastically and he yelled: "What do you mean? Do you dare to say that I bought a fake?"

Ye Tianlong smiled and responded playfully: "Yes, what you have is a fake."

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

He smiled and pointed at the original drawing that Wang Jiachai gradually opened: "When I looked at the drawing and the strokes of the brush just now, I knew it was my work."

"That's why I can completely copy them just by looking at them, 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. He almost jumped up and shouted: "I spent half a million to buy this genuine product."

Ye Tianlong's eyes flashed: "Whether it is true or not, you will know if you open it and compare it yourself."

"Look at the image, look at the strokes, look at the signature, and even overlap them in equal proportions."

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

Wang Jiacai glared at Ye Tianlong, then compared the original painting with Ye Tianlong's, and found that the two paintings were almost identical, and the details had not changed.

This made his body instantly cool down.

The other old men in colorful clothes did some research and found that the two paintings were 99% close to each other, and a look of regret appeared on their faces.

The two paintings are so similar that there is no other explanation except that they are both painted by Ye Tianlong.

If the painting in Wang Jiacai's hand is real, then how could Ye Tianlong draw it without looking at it, and how could the details be almost 100% close?

Could it be said that Ye Tianlong is a god? Naturally, there cannot be gods in this world, so Wang Jiacai's paintings must be fakes.

Lu Youmi and Uncle Mi looked around and looked at the two paintings in amazement. They were not experts, and they felt the same when looking at the two paintings on the table.

Uncle Mi admires Ye Tianlong more and more. He can look real with any painting he makes. He is worthy of being the heir of the clan.

Lu Youmi now believed that Ye Tianlong's protection of him was a real favor.

The corners of Wang Jiacai's mouth kept twitching, and his face was extremely gloomy. He was not feeling sorry for the 500,000 yuan, but the fork he had just installed was pierced in an instant.

Ye Tianlong always beat the drowned dog. He smiled softly and said, "Mr. Wang, I'm so sorry. I drew it casually, but you took it as an authentic work."

"You paid half a million for something worth five hundred yuan."

"If I had known that you admired me so much and regarded me as Zheng Banqiao, I would have painted "Bamboo and Stone Pictures" for you every day, ten paintings a day, just like playing."

Ye Tianlong said heartily: "How about starting to be your painter today? I can charge you 50,000 yuan for a painting. How about it? Are you interested?"

"Everyone, you have all seen now that Mr. Wang's so-called unique vision is actually blind."

Ye Tianlong made a pun: "Don't be like Mr. Wang and treat trash as treasure, otherwise you will regret it."

A dozen old men in colorful clothes had their eyelids twitching and looked embarrassed. They looked at Wang Jiacai and then at Lu Fengshou, and their original alignment began to waver again.

While Lu Fengshou squinted at the paintings on the table, Lu Youmi and Uncle Mi smiled brightly, feeling Ye Tianlong let out a heavy breath.

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

He swept both paintings to the ground, losing face. At the same time, he became more and more hostile to Ye Tianlong, feeling that this boy had damaged his authority.

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

Afterwards, Wang Jiacai leaned back on his chair, looked at Lu Fengshou and sneered:

"Old Lu, I haven't seen you for a few days. When did you get such a cocky kid around you?"

He said sarcastically: "It seems that the Lu family is not as desperate as we thought."

"Mr. Wang, you are so old, can you pay attention to your manners? Why are you throwing papers around?"

Before Lu Fengshou responded to Wang Jiacai, Ye Tianlong rolled up all the drawing papers on the ground, and looked very dissatisfied:

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

Wang Jiacai's thinking was disrupted, and he was taught a lesson. He was instantly angry and slammed the table and shouted: "All for you, get out."

Ye Tianlong quickly took out the original picture of "Bamboo and Rock" and hid it.

"Dad, it was this guy who beat me and threw me off the train, almost killing me on the way."

At this time, Wang Jiukang rushed over with a group of men and women in fancy clothes, staring at Ye Tianlong and Lu Youmi and grumbling:

"Today, I want to get justice."

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

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

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

"Brother, show some sincerity..."