"Mr. Han, after seeing so many of your collections, why don't you come and take a look at mine?"

Seeing that Mr. Han had almost finished visiting his collection, Zhu Hongyuan suddenly said this.

Everyone looked at him.

Mr. Han was surprised: "Old Zhu, is it possible that you also brought the collection here?"

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.

"My painting is a painting by Gu Kaizhi, a famous artist in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Although the quality is not as good as that of Master Yunlu, it is more valuable for collection because of its age."

Zhu Hongyuan introduced, and at the same time laid out the picture, a majestic landscape picture suddenly came into view.

It's really Gu Kaizhi's work.

Everyone was amazed.

But just when Zhu Hongyuan was enjoying the envious looks around him, he suddenly heard a voice saying: "Don't show off a fake painting to embarrass people."

Zhu Hongyuan's smile faltered.

Look.

When he found out that the person speaking was Lu Yun, his face instantly darkened.

"You brat, what did you say?"

"I said, this is a fake painting."

"Fake painting? Are you kidding me?"

Zhu Rong was even angrier than his father and said anxiously on the spot: "If this is a fake painting, do you think we won't be able to 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 noticed that this was a fake painting, but you did. Doesn’t that mean your level is higher than ours?

Everyone looked at Lu Yun and their eyes were filled with hostility.

I really don’t know where this grasshopper jumped out from, and it loves to search for a sense of existence so much.

Mr. Han also said with a stern face: "If you two siblings are here to cause trouble on purpose, please get out immediately. You are not welcome here."

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

First, Liu Yan'er randomly criticized Master Yunlu's authentic paintings, and now Lu Yun jumped up and pointed at Zhu Hongyuan's collection and said they were fake paintings.

Isn't this looking for trouble?

No matter how good-tempered Mr. Han was, he could no longer tolerate the two of them and issued an eviction order on the spot.

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

"What, you dare to call us trash, who are you?"

"You bastard, he doesn't even have a few hairs on his head, but he sounds pretty crazy."

"Today's young people really lack education."

"Enough!"

Suddenly, Boss Han shouted, pointed at Lu Yun and the two of them, "You two, get out of here right away!"

"A group of Wuyang fish, I still feel stinky if you stay here. Sister Yan'er, let's go."

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

"What's wrong with your father?"

Lu Yun turned around and looked at Zhu Hongyuan coldly.

Zhu Hongyuan's nose was almost crooked with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said: "You dare to slander my collection as fake paintings. If you don't give me an explanation, I will tear your mouth open."

"You want to explain it, right? It's simple."

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

“What are you doing??”

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

I saw Lu Yun pinching the edge of the soaked rice paper and rubbing it, and the rice paper separated instantly.

mezzanine.

When everyone saw this scene, their hearts skipped a beat, and they probably already knew what was going on.

Lu Yun said sarcastically: "There are two layers of rice paper. The lower layer is a fake and the upper layer is used to make it look old. You can't even see such an obvious interlayer. How can you say it's not garbage?"

Everyone's expressions froze.

I was very angry, but I couldn't refute it. Who really made them miss it?

Liu Yan'er also showed a surprised expression.

She originally thought that Lu Yun was deliberately disgusting these people, so he said it was a fake, but she didn't expect that it was really a fake painting.

It's so cool to see these people so exhausted.

At this time, Zhu Hongyuan suddenly rushed forward and grabbed the painting, and said with grief: "My three million!"

He spent a total of three million to buy this painting and was waiting 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 happened later made him vomit blood even more.

Because it was soaked in tea, a line of small words slowly appeared on the edge of the rice paper: Whoever buys it gets sb!

"puff!"

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

Zhu Rong shouted anxiously: "Dad! What's wrong with you, dad? Doctor Hu, look 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, and is a doctor by profession. He currently works at Jiangcheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital and is the chief physician of the acupuncture department.

After observing Zhu Hongyuan's condition, Hu Weiping's face became a little more solemn.

"Your father was too excited, which caused the liver yang to turn into wind and disturb the clear orifices, thus causing a stroke. The situation is very critical."

"Then... what should we do? There is no hospital nearby!" Zhu Rong panicked for a moment.

Hu Weiping thought for a while and said: "My teacher once taught me a set of acupuncture techniques. It may be useful, but I'm not sure."

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

"I'll try my best!"

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

Acupoint selection: Neiguan, Jiquan, Chize, Weizhong...

Watching Hu Weiping perform acupuncture, Lu Yun looked slightly surprised, but quickly shook his head.

"That's not how the Nine-Turn Huiyang Needle is used."

Lu Yun recognized at a glance that Hu Weiping was performing the Nine-Turn Huiyang Acupuncture Technique, but there were obviously several errors in the acupuncture points he took.

Lu Yun reminded him kindly, but who knew that Zhu Rong suddenly turned his head and shouted at him:

"Shut up!"

"If it weren't for you, my dad wouldn't have fainted. Stop crying like a cat and pretending to be compassionate."
Chapter completed!