"Are you sure you can do anything? Can you call me Dad?" Ye Hao said coldly.

"Okay!" Nalan Ruo almost gritted his silver teeth, "As long as you can show evidence that this painting is real!"

"Wow�"

When the words fell, there was an uproar all around, everyone looked at Ye Hao with a shocked expression, isn't this son-in-law who came to visit afraid of death? Those who dare to say such words are simply asking for their own death!

"Yeah! You have to show evidence!"

"As far as I can see, the door-to-door son-in-law is an illiterate wimp. He thought he could do a blind comparison by checking the information on the Internet, but he didn't even know what appraising treasure is!"

"Really, appraising treasures are all based on reason, not such nonsense!"

"A wimp is a wimp, how much he wants to stand out!"

"What a pervert! To let Miss Nalan call him Papa is really reckless!"

Hearing the discussions from all around, Zheng Man'er blushed and couldn't help but stepped forward and said: "Miss Nalan, please don't be angry. I apologize for my husband. I'm sorry. He doesn't understand antiques at all. Don't get acquainted with him."

"I don't understand? Is it okay to talk nonsense if you don't understand? We in the treasure-appreciating business are notorious by those who pretend to understand." Nalan Ruo said with a cold face.

At the same time, Jiang Wenzhuo said: "Ye Hao, if you really feel wronged by taking out a hundred yuan, I will give you a hundred yuan, and you are a door-to-door son-in-law, what are you doing here?"

Ye Hao turned around and looked at the auctioneer with a cold smile, "Since this painting is mine, can I take it out for appraisal?"

The auctioneer nodded and said, "Please do as you please."

While talking, he signaled to the staff to remove the toughened glass to expose the bottom, and "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" came.

Ye Hao was careful, put on a transparent glove, and then stepped forward, under the watchful eyes of everyone, stretched out his hand in this "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains", and gently folded a corner.

Everyone is puzzled, what does this kid want to do?

Is this a famous painting? If a famous painting can be identified by folding it in this way, wouldn't anyone be able to do it as a treasurer?

"Hahahaha, Ye Hao, are you stupid? Do you think you are watching TV? You still fold the corner? Can you fold a flower!?" Jiang Wenzhuo's first laugh was similar on TV, The tricks are just a little knowledge of antiques, and those who know all of them are just gimmicks.

Su Jian couldn't help but laugh. This Ye Hao is too funny. He thought he was playing Erren Zhuan?

And the others were all smiling, thinking that Ye Hao had some tricks? As a result, what do you want to do after folding it like this?

You have to be a little more professional, okay?

But when everyone was mocking, Nalan Ruo was as cold as ice, and a look of shock suddenly flashed across his face.

Looking at Ye Hao, she was so surprised that she couldn't make a move?

"Folding Plum Hands?" Nalan Ruo subconsciously asked.

Isn't this the legend that is close to being lost, Zhe Meishou?

Zhemeishou is a master of appreciating treasures in the Republic of China. It is said that once he makes a move, he can identify the authenticity of any famous antique painting.

Now there are very few people who know this technique. If Nalan knew this, it was because their old man would also have it. Only he will.

Now that the zhemei hand appeared in the hands of a door-to-door son-in-law, Nalan Ruo almost felt that he was dreaming.

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