"I, Mo Yibai, have always spoken for a word and never regret it." Mo Yibai thought he was sure to win, wrapped his arms around his chest, and looked at Long Junchen with a high point.

Long Junchen smiled with a pursed lips and said lightly: "But, I think President Mo, you can judge the authenticity of these paintings and calligraphy. Perhaps, you don't have enough qualifications."

"I'm not enough? Haha, boy, then do you think, except me, who is qualified to judge these paintings?" Mo Yibai gritted his teeth, wishing to tear the ungrateful boy in front of him to pieces. It has been a long time since no one dared to talk to him so rudely.

"Do you see if I have enough qualifications?" At this moment, an old man's deep laughter sounded at the door, and everyone's eyes moved towards the door.

An old man with white hair and beard came in at the door. The old man showed kind face and kind eyebrows, and had no slight aura at all. Although his brown eyes were deeply trapped in the eye sockets, they were so bright and energetic.

The old man's hands were quite slender and his fingers were slender. He was wearing a long white gown with some ink dots on it, like a landscape painting with ink splashing.

The old man is the president of the National Treasure Appraisal Guild and the first person to appraise treasures in China in China. Mo Yibai's master, Xu Yicheng.

Originally, Mo Yibai was still sneering at Long Junchen, but when Xu Yicheng stepped in, his smile suddenly stopped, and the air in the whole room seemed to have evaporated.

Mo Yibai only felt a pair of big hands invisibly controlling behind him. He was led by the nose like a puppet.

Xu Yicheng was clearly in the capital, so why did he run to Yinhai City for no reason? Mo Yibai thought of it and saw the boy who was still smiling and seemed to be under control. His expression finally changed.

He did it? How is it possible?! This must be a coincidence! Coincidence!

This was Mo Yibai's only idea. The next second, Xu Yicheng's actions made Mo Yibai's last fantasy disappear into ashes.

"Brother Jun Chen, it's been a long time since we met." As Xu Yicheng's proud disciple, Mo Yibai was directly ignored by Xu Yicheng. Xu Yicheng passed Mo Yibai and greeted Long Junchen enthusiastically.

"Haha, Mr. Xu is also full of red face, he is getting stronger! Hahaha." Long Junchen shook hands with Xu Yicheng, and unconsciously glanced at Mo Yibai who was ashes next to him.

Mo Yibai gritted his teeth, stepped forward and said, "Master, why are you here?"

"Oh, it turns out it's Xiao Mo. I heard that there are a few calligraphy and paintings of Qi Baishi here, so I came here to appraise them." Xu Yicheng didn't even raise his eyelids, and he said hello to Mo Yibai absent-mindedly.

Mo Yibai's lips twitched for a moment, but when he saw Xu Yicheng's cold and frosty face, he couldn't say anything complimented.

Feng Nan and other assistants who were about to go up and collide Long Junchen were also stunned when they saw Xu Yicheng.

Who is Xu Yicheng? Such a big man who is not seen by the dragon will also come to their small public security bureau, which really gives them a face.

Xu Yicheng walked slowly, with his hands behind him, and walked to the paintings.

"This pen with a pen that is so powerful that it is definitely written by that guy Jiang Zhiguo, and it is impossible to be wrong." Xu Yicheng's eyes flashed, and he simply commented, and then he fought back the assertion that Mo Yibai was just right there.

Mo Yibai may still have some fame in Yinhai City, but in the entire Shenzhou Kingdom, it is just a drop in the ocean. In front of Xu Yicheng, only a big witch can see a small witch. As the saying goes, the Tao is one foot tall and the demon is one foot tall. Mo Yibai doesn't understand this principle.

Xu Yicheng continued to scan every painting, and each painting gave high evaluations. Every evaluation was like a sharp blade cutting on the prisoners. If these paintings were all real, they might have to live in prison in this life.

Mo Yibai's face was so gloomy that water could drip out, but in front of Xu Yicheng, he couldn't even raise his temper.

Xu Yicheng looked over one by one and finally saw two paintings by Qi Baishi.

This time, even with Xu Yicheng's experience, when he saw the original work of Qi Baishi, he had the urge to kneel down and worship him.

"Really, it is really Mr. Qi's painting. Such a transparent brushwork, such a vital energy, such a flower, bird, fish and insect. I am so lucky that I can still see Mr. Qi's original works in my lifetime!"

Xu Yicheng actually swallowed even more and burst into tears in an instant. This was really not a bit of acting or artificial, it was pure fanaticism and love for art.

These two paintings painted the scenery, but they showed a calm and distant philosophy of life. Xu Yicheng trembled with his hands and shouted at the police officers behind him: "You bunch of waste! How can you spread out on the ground so casually with such a painting? This painting is at least tens of millions. Can you afford it? This is the wealth of the country and the wealth of mankind!"

Xu Yicheng was so angry that those police officers dared not be negligent. Feng Nan hurriedly ordered people to put away the painting carefully. Long Junchen handed over a tissue at the right time and said to Xu Yicheng: "Don't be excited, if you like it, Junchen can give you one."

Long Junchen narrowed his eyes slightly. This was not pleasing, but moving. Long Junchen was moved by the old man's persistence.

Xu Yicheng calmed down a little, and suddenly remembered something. The wrinkles on his face that were like spider webs suddenly magnified. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Mo Yibai, do you think these paintings are fake, are they really not attainable enough? Or do you open your eyes and tell lies?!"

Xu Yicheng's words contained anger and a touch of depression that was so disappointed that he could not make a strong sense. Mo Yibai looked at his master and his face turned red and he remained silent for a long time.

I sighed slowly, not intending to interrupt. At this time, a police officer next to me asked weakly, "Then, how much are these paintings worth in total?"

This sentence is like an inconspicuous stone thrown into the calm lake. Although it is not big, it creates layers of ripples.

The prisoners suddenly raised their heads, their eyes widened like cowbells, and their ears were raised to wait for Xu Yicheng to speak.

"I dare not estimate these paintings at will, but if you take them to auction, even if they are only considered low prices, they will be less than 300 million." Xu Yicheng narrowed his eyes and said lightly.

"Three hundred million?!" All the prisoners screamed at the same time, like a group of crazy monkeys, three hundred million, and they are not allowed to sit in prison!

Mo Yibai blinked at those people frantically to make them more peaceful, but these prisoners at the end of the road didn't care about so many. One of them had a red neck and pointed at Mo Yibai and shouted loudly: "I report that this person instructed us to do this!"

"Yes, we don't know the value of these paintings at all. They were all directed by this person!"
Chapter completed!