"Oh?! Report from the masses?" Long Junchen narrowed his eyes and glanced at Situ Feng next to him with malicious intentions, with a smile on his face.

Situ Feng twitched his lips, but his psychological quality was good. He said without blushing and his heart was beating: "It's what I reported. Why? I'm upholding justice."

"Yes, justice!"

"That's right, severely punish bad businesses!"

"Everyone, please listen to me." Long Junchen pressed his big hand down, "Since I'm suspected, it's just a suspicion. Everything needs to be proven. Since that's the case, today, under everyone's noses, you can check it carefully. Which painting in my store is fake!"

As soon as Long Junchen said that, everyone agreed.

"Yes, check him!"

"A dead duck has a stubborn mouth, but his ears are weak and his eyes are realistic. You will know after checking it!"

Situ Feng is not false at all. If you really want to investigate, you won’t be afraid. Anyway, Mo Yibai is the one he invited, the entire Qingshan Town and the entire Yinhai City. As long as he decides that it is fake, no one dares to say it is true, and no one will believe it is true.

Mo Yibai had the final say in this black and white one. Since he wanted to check it, let's check it out carefully.

Mo Yibai and Situ Feng looked at each other, and a hint of mockery appeared on the corners of their mouths.

"Okay, then I will enforce the law impartially and check it out." Mo Yibai waved his hand and asked Long Junchen to open the store door.

Long Junchen didn't say much, and opened the store door again.

As soon as the store opened, everyone was stunned, and everyone's expressions were only stiff.

"This, isn't this the painting of Mr. Liang Jianguo?"

"This is a copy of Jiang Zhiguo's imitation of Pingfu, and I have seen it too!"

"Why are there any works by Mr. Qi Baishi? Are they real or fake?"

"Isn't this nonsense? How could there be any works by Mr. Qi Baishi in this broken store?"

"That's right, this looks like a den for counterfeiting and selling counterfeits, and it must be sealed!"

The surroundings suddenly burst into flames, and everyone was talking nonsense, but almost no one believed that the paintings were real.

In fact, it’s not their fault. After all, Nanjiang and Beiliang are so famous that it is a blessing to see an original work in three lives. This store has more than a dozen paintings, and apart from the works of these two masters, there is no ordinary product.

What people think is even more ridiculous is that there are even works by Mr. Qi Baishi. Isn’t this nonsense?

When Situ Feng saw the dazzling array of master works inside, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth and felt jealous.

"Boy, you dare to hang these fake paintings out. Didn't you take our President Mo seriously?" As he said, Situ Feng swung his arm and reached out to tear off the paintings.

Although Mo Yibai received Situ Feng's money and had some cooperation projects with Situ Feng's company, he was the branch president of the National Treasure Appraisal Guild after all, so he still had the necessary eyesight.

He could see at a glance that these paintings were definitely authentic, and they were all first-class masters, whether they were brushstrokes or blank spaces. If you took out one of these paintings, you would definitely be valuable.

Mo Yibai grabbed Situ Feng, who was swaying in his teeth. He could not let this kid do anything. If he really ruined one, let alone losing money, his black hat would probably not be able to be kept.

"Well, we must take back these paintings and check them carefully." Mo Yibai's eyes flashed with a hint of greed that was not easy to detect, and he said to Long Junchen.

"Oh? Why should I take back the inspection? President Mo is a first-class appraisal expert. Can't he just point out the truth on the spot? Do he mean it in front of everyone?"

Mo Yibai's little abacus Long Junchen knew clearly that this guy wanted to swallow these paintings. He said it was a check, but probably just sold them directly.

Looking back, I told Long Junchen that these were fake and had been destroyed, and it was killing two birds with one stone.

"Just check it here!"

"Yes, everyone is watching. President Mo, we believe you!" The masses thought that Mo Yibai might be worried, so they encouraged them.

"Yes, President Mo, just talk directly. This obvious fake is really." Situ Feng was a little impatient and thought to himself, he had also received the money, so why is it so unsuccessful to do it?

Mo Yibai glared at Situ Feng, and thought to himself, Situ Feng, your little money is nothing, any painting here can be sold at a sky-high price. If I had known it, I wouldn't help you. This matter has to be discussed for a long time.

Thinking about it in his mind, Mo Yibai looked at the crowd around him again, and knew that it was inappropriate to go to Long Junchen to do some secret activities, so he had an idea.

Mo Yibai suddenly covered his stomach for no reason and shouted, "Oh, my stomach hurts so much, hurry up, take it to the hospital!"

As Mo Yibai said, he walked quickly toward the outside. Situ Feng was stunned. What was this? He grabbed Mo Yibai and said anxiously: "President Mo, just by saying that these paintings are real or fake. Is it that difficult?"

Mo Yibai was held back by Situ Feng, and he was depressed and now he was even more angry. His subordinates around him also knew how to observe his words and expressions, and he saw that the boss was very unhappy with Situ Feng now.

A subordinate who wanted to make a show immediately stood up and kicked Situ Feng hard on the belly. The latter groaned and fell directly to the ground.

"Get out!" The man left a vicious sentence, held the "injured" Mo Yibai and quickly left the Art City.

Situ Feng rubbed his stomach that was so painful that he was kicked and said cursingly: "What a shit thing? I won't do anything after collecting money?"

When the people around him saw Mo Yibai leaving, they lost interest and dispersed one after another. Situ Feng struggled to get up from the ground.

He cursed and greeted Mo Yibai's ancestors for the eighteen generations, and found that Mo Yibai had long disappeared, so he had to plan to leave secretly. At this moment, his big hands grabbed his shoulders like tongs.

"Oh? I took the money? Brother Situ, what does this mean?" Long Junchen walked behind Situ Feng with a smile like spring breeze.

Situ Feng suddenly felt a chill on his back. He turned his head and saw that he was facing Long Junchen's somewhat gloomy gaze, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.
Chapter completed!