"Okay, let me take a look."

Hao Huai had just walked a few steps towards the display table, and the white jade ring on his right thumb trembled slightly, which made Hao Huai feel confident that this must be the original work of opening the door. However, at this time the ring had not given a hint of who the author of the painting was, so Hao Huai did not speak about it.

Just when Hao Huai came to the display table, Li Wenruo followed him, but was soon stopped by Wang Xing. Obviously, he didn't want him to ruin his good deeds.

"Old man Li, there is no business of you here, you can't come forward."

"Xiao Wang, don't be as good as that child. We are all colleagues." Li Wenruo humbly begged for Hao Huai, but Wang Xing, who was in front of him, did not agree: "Old guy, you dare to ruin my good deeds, I promise you to lose your job."

Li Wenruo didn't dare to speak, so he could only shake his head helplessly, but his eyes glanced at the sketch of calligraphy and painting in front of him. Just at a glance, the old man identified a rough idea in his heart, but Hao Huai turned his back to him, not to mention that there was Wang Xing in front of him. He wanted to remind Hao Huai but had no choice.

Hao smiled wickedly and walked to the scroll.

The square inch is on the slightly yellow scroll about two square feet, and there is only one theme in the middle of the painting - the "chicken bird" that always looks like a bird but not a bird, a chicken but not a chicken. The young birds are as stupid as a wooden chicken, especially the dull eyes, which seem to be rolling their eyes at someone. Apart from that, there is no seal or inscription, and of course, even if there is, the ancient text Hao Huai can't tell the reason.

"Dear ring, it's time to look at you." Hao Huai's right hand, he knew that only by touching the ring to the scroll itself would he would naturally get a prompt.

"Hao Huai, what are you doing?" Hao Huai, who reached out to put his right hand on the calligraphy and painting, was immediately stopped by Wang Xing, who discovered his actions.

Hao Huai obviously realized that Wang Xing was stopped by him because he did not wear gloves, but he was not sure whether the white jade ring could still give him the correct guide after wearing gloves.

"Of course, I feel that there is any problem with the use of paper for calligraphy and painting with my hands?"

"Haha... This is the first time I heard of this method of identification." Wang Xing showed a contemptuous smile and simply stopped him. He just reminded Hao Huai not to ruin the customer's treasure.

"Just laugh, see if you can laugh later." Hao Huai was not angry when facing Wang Xing's sneer, and continued to press his hand on the sketches of calligraphy and painting.

"It finally appears."

Just as Hao Huai pressed his right hand on the sketch of calligraphy and painting, a purple light from the eyes of the ring dragon carving immediately flew to the scroll, and a stream of spiritual energy hidden in the calligraphy and painting was absorbed into the purple light, and the purple light, which was originally as thick as a thin line, instantly doubled.

At the same time, another purple light flew into Hao Huai's right eye, and a line of small words suddenly appeared in Hao Huai's mind.

"Early works by Zhu Da, a Bada Shanren, in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties."

A very simple reminder, but Hao Huai didn't know what the six words "Bada Shanren Zhu Da" meant? This made Hao Huai, who knew nothing about ancient calligraphy and painting or modern calligraphy and painting, feel a little confused.

"It's easy to understand in the late Qing Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, but what does this Bada Shanren Zhu Da mean?"

Hao Huai was thinking in his heart, and only heard Wang Xing next to him speak: "Grand appraiser, how about it? Is there any result?"

Li Wenruo had a glimmer of hope because of Hao Huai's previous confidence, but when he saw Hao Huai's face, he looked a little distracted because he didn't understand the Bada Shanren Zhu Da, he mistakenly thought that he would lose, so he went up to persuade Hao Huai to bow his head and reconcile.

"Xiao Hao, you'd better keep your head down with Xiao Wang, just don't hold it hard."

"You old guy, don't you want to do it here anymore?" Wang Xing saw Li Wenruo kindly persuade him, and turned around and reached out to slap the old man in the face.

Hao Huai was quick-eyed and grabbed Wang Xing's wrist and looked at the ugly face with wide eyes. He really wanted to teach this bastard scum a lesson.

"Wang Xing, what are you? An old man of this age is also embarrassed to start."

"Hao Huai, since I have broken up, I am not afraid of being bad at speaking. I, Wang Xing, come here, have real skills, and you are just a guy who is just a mess."

Seeing that Hao Huaijian was tense and no longer weak, Wang Xing said his thoughts: "The bet just now has been said very clearly. I still say the same thing today if you cannot identify the authenticity of this painting and the source, then you will leave. The so-called "one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, which is the truth."

"I'll go, you, a scumbag, dare to compare yourself to a tiger."

Hao Huai snorted coldly at Wang Xing and no longer pretended to be as pretentious as he had just now, because the time for a counterattack was already here.

"Today, Grandpa Hao will let you see what is real ability and what is considered a tiger. This painting is undoubtedly the original work of Zhu Da, a Bada Shanren, in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties."

After Hao Huai said something, he let go of Wang Xing's arm, but he seemed to be covered by a large net made of steel wire and was stunned as if he was breathless. Even Li Wenruo, who was beside him, opened his eyes wide and showed a look of surprise.

"Xiao Hao, I didn't expect that you were so proficient in the identification of ancient paintings at a young age, and you even revealed the author of the painting without a seal."

Li Wenluo's words made colleagues in the three review teams smile. They all looked at Wang Xing, who was bullying others with power. They originally thought that his new colleague would suffer again, but unexpectedly, Wang Xing was hit by the trick. How could they not feel unhappy and gave Hao Huai a thumbs up.

"This is impossible. How could you know how to identify it? It must be what Old Man Li, you old guy, told him, right?"

Seeing that he was useless, Wang Xing vented his anger on Li Wenruo. He was so angry that he raised his hand and asked for the adults.

"I think you have never been beaten." After saying this, Hao Huai punched Wang Xing firmly on his left face, directly overturning him on his own desk, making a table full of office documents and supplies, and the computer was also smashed to the ground.

"Damn, you dare to hit someone."

"You are a stinky bastard, and you are a bastard who has a father but no mother knows what it feels like to be beaten." After Hao Huai said that, he slapped Wang Xing, who had just gotten up.

When he slapped Wang Xing in the face, blood was suddenly left on the corner of his mouth. The dizzy Wang Xing no longer had the majesty of the past.

Not only did Wang Xing lose the bet, but he was even more embarrassing to be beaten, but none of his colleagues who came to see the fun came forward to dissuade him. Not only that, they were also gloating and secretly laughing at him.
Chapter completed!