Gu Weiwei dragged the suitcase to open the door and followed Fu Shiqin downstairs.

Downstairs, an old gentleman who was nearly seventy years old was talking to Fu Hanzheng and the others.

"Elder Ming, the purpose of inviting you over, I believe Assistant Xu has already told you on the way, please take a look at whether this Prian painting is genuine or fake."

"Prian's paintings?" Ming Zongyuan was surprised.

As he spoke, he took out his reading glasses and put them on, "There are very few of his paintings out there now, can you find them?" ”

"Sold by an underground auction house." Fu Hanzheng stretched out his finger and pointed to the painting on the table, "You are an expert in studying Purian's paintings, so please take a look." ”

When Ming Zongyuan heard that it was Prian's painting, he got up excitedly and walked to the table, and after taking a closer look, his face collapsed.

"Well, it's true, right?" Fu Shiqin couldn't wait to come over and ask.

Mr. Ming Zongyuan took off his glasses, turned his head to look at Fu Shiqin and the others with a displeased expression.

"How many of you young people are here to find me happy?"

Fu Hanzheng's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, "Ming Lao said, this painting ...... Is it a fake? ”

Fu Shiqin didn't believe it, so he leaned in front of the painting and looked at it, grabbed Ming Zongyuan and said.

"Ming Lao, take a closer look, or I'll get you a magnifying glass, this painting cost tens of millions of dollars to shoot back, how can it be fake?"

"Tens of millions?" Ming Zong didn't bother to take another look at it, as if the painting would stain his eyes.

"Who has a problem with their brains and spends tens of millions of dollars to buy such a fake painting?"

Meng Ruya looked at Fu Hanzheng, a little flustered.

"Ming Lao, if you take a closer look, you just take a look at it, and you will say that this painting is a fake, it's too hasty."

This painting was taken back by the thread she pulled, and if it was fake, she would have to be responsible.

As a result, Mu was not slightly unlucky, but made her meritorious.

Ming Zongyuan sighed impatiently and waved his hand and said.

"I don't have to look closely, I have seen many of Prion's paintings, and I can recognize the real ones at a glance."

"Besides, the authenticity of this painting is the favorite collection of a painting friend of mine, and I have seen it in their home with my own eyes, and they are not short of money, so it is impossible to sell the painting."

He loved Purley's works, and when he saw these fake works, he lost his face on the spot.

Fu Shiqin originally held back his words, and waited for Mingzong to come and identify the painting as genuine, so that Gu Weiwei could be counted.

But now, the painting is fake, and he has to hold it all back.

And Meng Ruya, who spent tens of millions of dollars to buy back the fake painting, is at a loss at the moment, and she doesn't dare to say a word more.

Fu Hanzheng raised his eyes to look at Gu Weiwei who came downstairs, his eyes were a little dark and unpredictable.

"Weiwei, how did you tell if this painting was fake?" Mrs. Fu asked with some curiosity.

She knew that she didn't learn to paint at all, and if she dared to put this copy up for auction, she didn't know how many people she had deceived, and how she could recognize it as a fake at a glance.

"My mother used to like oil painting, and often took me to see foreign art exhibitions, and once saw other paintings by Prien, and found them different, so I thought it was fake." Gu Weiwei explained simply.

The fact is that this authentic copy of "Rose" was secretly purchased by the Gu family eight years ago and has been hanging in the Gu family's living room.

Gu's mother loved Pulian's paintings for ten minutes, and the family collected most of Pulian's paintings, and Ming Zongyuan was once invited to Gu's house as a painting friend and saw the authentic work of this painting with his own eyes.