Chapter 20 Fake Painting

"Mr. Han, after seeing so many of your collections, how about taking a look at mine?"

Seeing that they had almost finished viewing Mr. Han’s collection, Zhu Hongyuan suddenly said this.

Everyone looked at him.

Old Han was surprised: "Old Zhu, did you bring any collections with you?"

Zhu Hongyuan smiled, turned to Zhu Rong and said, "Go get it!"

Zhu Rong nodded, left for a moment, and soon returned to the exhibition hall with a scroll.

"This is a painting by Gu Kaizhi, a famous artist from the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Although its quality is not as good as that of Master Yunlu, it is very old and has a high collection value."

Zhu Hongyuan introduced and spread out the scroll at the same time. Suddenly, a magnificent landscape painting came into view of everyone.

It is indeed the work of Gu Kaizhi.

Everyone was amazed.

But just as Zhu Hongyuan was enjoying the envious looks from those around him, he suddenly heard a voice saying, "Don't bring out a fake painting to embarrass yourself."

Zhu Hongyuan's smile froze.

Look.

When he realized that the person speaking was Lu Yun, his face instantly turned gloomy.

"Bad boy, what did you say?"

“I said, this is a fake painting.”

"Fake painting? Are you kidding?"

Zhu Rong was even angrier than his father. He said angrily, "If this is a fake painting, do you think we can't tell it? Or do you think your appreciation level is higher than all of us here?"

His words successfully focused everyone's hatred on Lu Yun.

None of us could tell that this was a fake painting, but you were the only one who could tell. Doesn’t that mean that your level is higher than ours?

Everyone looked at Lu Yun with hostility in an instant.

I really don't know where this grasshopper came from. It's so keen on seeking a sense of existence.

Old Han also said with a sullen face: "If you two are here to cause trouble on purpose, please leave immediately. You are not welcome here."

He never gets angry easily, but tonight, he was really angry.

First, Liu Yaner randomly criticized Master Yunlu's authentic works, and now Lu Yun has jumped out, pointing at Zhu Hongyuan's collections and saying they are fake paintings.

If this isn't looking for trouble, what is?

No matter how good-tempered Mr. Han was, he could no longer tolerate the two of them and ordered them to leave on the spot.

Lu Yun sneered and said, "A fake painting is a fake painting. No matter how anxious you are, it is still fake. If you can't see it, it only shows that you are rubbish."

"What? You dare to call us trash? Who do you think you are?"

"You bastard, you barely have any hair, but you're so arrogant."

“Young people today really lack education.”

"enough!"

Suddenly, Boss Han shouted, pointing at Lu Yun and the other man, "You two, get out right now!"

"What a bunch of black fish! I find it smelly if we stay here. Sister Yan'er, let's go."

Lu Yun took Liu Yan'er's hand and prepared to leave, but at this moment, Zhu Hongyuan's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Stop!"

"Your father needs help?"

Lu Yun turned around and looked at Zhu Hongyuan coldly.

Zhu Hongyuan's nose almost became crooked with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you slander my collection as a fake painting? If you don't give me an explanation, I will tear your mouth apart."

"You want an explanation, right? It's simple."

Lu Yun sneered, suddenly strode towards the painting of Gu Kaizhi, picked up a cup of hot tea and poured it on it.

"what are you doing??"

Zhu Rong roared and rushed forward to fight with Lu Yun, but the next second, he was stunned.

Lu Yun pinched the edge of the wet rice paper and rubbed it, and the rice paper separated instantly.

mezzanine.

Everyone who saw this scene had their hearts skipped a beat, and they probably already knew what was going on.

Lu Yun said sarcastically, "Two layers of rice paper. The bottom layer is a fake, and the top layer is used to make it look old. You can't even see the obvious interlayer, and you still say it's not garbage?"

Everyone's faces froze.

I was very angry, but I couldn't refute it. It was their fault for making such a mistake!

Liu Yan'er also showed a surprised expression.

She originally thought that Lu Yun was deliberately trying to disgust these people by saying that it was a fake, but she didn't expect that it really was a fake painting.

It’s so satisfying to see these people getting humiliated.

At this moment, Zhu Hongyuan suddenly rushed forward and snatched the painting, saying in grief: "My three million!"

He spent three million to buy this painting, and was planning to show it off in front of everyone tonight, but who knew that he actually bought a fake painting.

Zhu Hongyuan's heart was bleeding.

However, what made him vomit blood was yet to come.

Because of the tea, a line of small words slowly appeared on the edge of the rice paper: Anyone who buys it is a fool!

"puff!"

Zhu Hongyuan was so angry that he fell to the ground, his whole body twitching and his face as red as a date.

Zhu Rong shouted anxiously, "Dad! What's wrong with you, Dad? Doctor Hu, come and see what's wrong with my dad!"

A middle-aged man wearing round glasses came out.

His name is Hu Weiping. He is also a calligraphy and painting enthusiast. He is a doctor by profession and currently works as the chief physician of the Acupuncture Department at Jiangcheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

After examining Zhu Hongyuan's condition, Hu Weiping's expression became more serious.

"Your father was too emotional, which caused the liver yang to transform into wind, disturbing the clear orifices, thus causing a stroke. The situation is very critical."

"Then...what should we do? There is no hospital nearby!" Zhu Rong was instantly panicked.

Hu Weiping thought for a moment and said, "My teacher once taught me a set of needle techniques, which may come in handy, but I'm not sure."

"Doctor Hu, please give it a try. My father's life is in your hands." Zhu Rong pleaded.

"I will try my best!"

Hu Weiping nodded, then took out several ten-centimeter-long needles from his portable needle bag.

Acupoints: Neiguan, Jiquan, Chize, Weizhong...

Watching Hu Weiping giving acupuncture, Lu Yun was slightly surprised, but quickly shook his head.

"That's not how you use the Nine-Turn Yang Restoring Needle."

Lu Yun recognized at a glance that Hu Weiping was performing the Nine-Turn Huiyang Acupuncture Method, but there were obvious mistakes in the acupuncture points he selected.

Lu Yun kindly reminded him, but Zhu Rong suddenly turned around and yelled at him:

"shut up!"

"If it weren't for you, my dad wouldn't have fainted. Stop crying wolf here."

"If anything happens to my dad, I will make sure you suffer the consequences!"