Shi Qing Nu Dao.
"Xiaoqing, who is this man, why are you so arrogant!"
"I think I want to steal the limelight of Shijia!"
"If you don't know how to draw, keep your mouth shut and don't talk nonsense."
When celebrities saw Gu Ningyan questioning Miss Shi Jiada's paintings, they turned their backs on Gu Ningyan.
Gu Ningyan's expression became cold. "Since you all say it is not a fake, that is my guess. If you don't believe it, please identify the master."
Gu Ningyan said, took out his mobile phone and prepared to make a phone call. There was an extra arm in front of him, which was Jacob Jones's.
"No, I have found what you said."
He doesn't know where to get a laptop and show the "girl lying in the rose" searched on it.
The figure in the picture is a girl, sitting in a rose bush, holding a bouquet in her arms and looking up at the sky.
On the girl's left ear, a DIA is inlaid, which is dazzling.
When all the famous ladies looked at the painting, they immediately talked in succession.
Compared with the picture on the wall, there is almost 80% similarity, but the only difference is that she replaced the girl with an abstract figure.
"This painting is not real!" Shi Qing's sharp voice sounded again.
She can't calculate anything, and someone will pull out the original picture.
Shen Wei leaned forward and studied the painting carefully, flashing a touch of admiration in his eyes.
Shen Wei said, "The painter in the picture is very clever, and even the texture of those flowers is extremely exquisite. If you are not a professional painter, you may not draw such perfect flowers."
This group of famous ladies whispered with a look of surprise flashing in their eyes.
"Isn't this Shen Wei, an internationally renowned expert in appraisal!"
"It's her! It's her! I know her. I wanted to see her in the magazine before!"
One of the socialites who was curious about whether the painting was true or false said, "I suggest you go to the Zhihua Art Museum in Beicheng. I heard that the painting is there. It is not difficult for you to see it."
Standing next to Shi Qing, the famous lady Yi Zheng sternly defended her. "You don't have to move out of the Spencer family. I believe that our family Xiaoqing will never do this kind of plagiarism of art paintings."
The people around me are towards themselves, and Shi Qing's heart is dark and cool, but his face is still pretending to be a delicate and touching poor appearance.
"Mr Grayson, if you are interested in this painting, I can give it to you, but don't slander me like this. I can stand it at ordinary times, but I really can't agree with this matter. This is my most satisfactory work."
"I'm speechless." Sarah Davis shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, Xiaoqing, you are so polite to her, and she is not interested. I think she is jealous of your talents." The socialite next to him continued to fan the flames.
"What happened here?"
At that time, Ryan came over with several men in black suits and saw a bunch of people surrounded by black, with slightly wrinkled eyebrows.
For the opening of today's gallery, he specially invited the curators and painters of famous art galleries at home and abroad to visit.
These people are well-known painters in China and famous authoritative figures in painting circles abroad.
"Dad, just now Miss Doria splashed my painting and said that my painting was fake. I said I gave it to her, but she didn't appreciate it."
Shi Qing immediately ran to his father and took his sleeve and said.
Ryan looked up and saw that the focus painting was printed with several red wine stains.
He looked at the picture carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more ugly his face became.
This painting turned out to be a fake!
And it's an imitation fake. After careful consideration, he asked, "Where did you pick up this painting? Xiaoqing, tell these uncles well, are you cheated and don't know?"
"Dad!"
Shi Qing is really suffering, but now she can't say it.
She can only bite the bullet and continue to lie. "I painted this, Dad. Don't even you want to believe me?"
"Mr. Shi," a white-haired old man stepped forward and twisted his eyebrows at the painting on the wall. "This painting is very similar to the girl lying in the rose bush."
"Wang Lao is serious about this?" Ryan heard him say this, his face changed.
"How is it possible? This is my work. I spent a long time practicing composition repeatedly!" Shi Qing immediately retorted.
"Xiaoqing, don't be rude." Ryan was slightly angry.
Wang Lao is a well-known painter in China and enjoys a good reputation in the painting field.
"Wang Lao, are you talking about this one?" Gu Ningyan took the laptop in Jacob Jones's hand and showed the pictures on the screen to Wang Lao.
The picture on the screen made Wang Lao's expression suddenly excited. He pointed to the picture on the screen.
"Yes, this is it. This painting is a painting of misty rain in my life. I won the Rutherford Painting Gold Award abroad!"
Rutherford Painting Gold Award, known as the Nobel Prize in painting field, is the highest award in international painting field and the painter's garden of dreams.
"Do you know this painting?" Gu Ningyan looked at Wang Lao curiously.
Wang Lao pondered for a moment. "I not only know, but also have the honor to see this painting. This painting is the peak of the painting industry. When I see this painting, I can't help but marvel! I guess this painting on the wall should not be the original."
Although he is old, he is not ignorant.
A myth in painting circles is the Girl in the Rose Bushes.
"This painting is the original. Now there are people who dare to steal this mythical painting fair and square. It is really bold!" Wang Lao indignant way.
Shi Qing almost fainted when he heard this.
"I prove that what Wang Lao said is true." This is, Shen Wei came out of the crowd and shook his work card. "I am an expert. I have investigated this painting, and there is no autograph of Yanyu's life."
"I have worked hard to paint, why do I have to do more work on painting!" Shi Qing frowned displeasantly.
Seeing this, Wang Lao shook his head helplessly. "Miss Shi, I think this painting really looks like a copy. I don't know where you got this painting."
"Me, I..."
"What's so noisy about this? The misty rain is here all my life!"
In the crowd, a cold voice sounded slowly.
They looked inside, but saw a man come out from the crowd, eyes sharp glance at those people, and then fell on Sarah Davis.
Sarah Davis looked at the bearer, brow slightly light pick.
