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"Mr. Zhou, don't pay your respects for the time being..." Vice President Feng doesn't regret it too much now. He thought he was hosting a simple game, but he didn't expect so many moths.

He complained to Ma Bowen in his heart that it was all because of the surname Ma.

The gold hairpin from the Tang Dynasty, the inkstone from the Ming Dynasty, and the two antiques have problems, and they must have something to do with the Ma family, but they didn't give him a little wind in advance, so he is very passive in dealing with them now.

Suddenly his cell phone rang, and he wanted to hang up after taking it out.

Seeing the notification of the incoming call, he could only grit his teeth and choose to answer it.

"Are you hosting the appraisal competition now?" Xu Qiang heard a man's voice from the other side of the phone, it should be an older man.

"Yes!" Vice President Feng replied.

Seeing Vice President Feng's humble attitude, Xu Qiang guessed that the man on the other side of the phone must have a higher identity and status than Vice President Feng, so he had to answer the phone on the spot, and his attitude was also very humble.

"The rumors about this competition are overwhelming now. There are a lot of negative news about our Antique Association, saying that we are colluding with the Ma family. You must do your best to protect the reputation of the association. Do you know what to do?"

"President, I will, don't worry!"

The call was brief, but it was enough for Xu Qiang to judge some information.

The person who called should be the president of the Antiques Association. Although he was not at the scene, he knew some of the situation at the competition site through some news spread on the Internet.

He called Vice President Feng and asked Vice President Feng to focus on the association's reputation.

Vice President Feng finished the call, and Zhou Shuxiang also finished the call.

"You paid your respects?" President Fu's face was a little ugly.

Before answering the president's call just now, he had been stopping Zhou Shuxiang.

But he didn't expect that Zhou Shuxiang had just finished the call just after answering the president's call, which gave him a bad feeling immediately.

"Of course you have to pay your respects. The sooner you investigate something like this, the easier it is to solve the case!" Zhou Shuxiang snorted coldly. He now dislikes Vice President Feng.

He trusted the Antiques Association, so he lent the inkstone.

He even came to the game site excitedly to watch the game.

But he didn't expect this to be the result now. Someone tampered with his inkstone, took away the possibly priceless antiques inside the inkstone, and used a high imitation small inkstone to make up for it.

If Xu Qiang hadn't noticed it, he would have been kept in the dark.

He seriously doubted that the people of the Antique Association insisted on stealing, because the eight referees present, as well as Vice President Feng, were all experts in appraisal.

Zhou Shuxiang thought that since Xu Qiang could see it, the eight referees and Vice President Feng must also be able to see it. After all, they are old-timers in the antique world, much older than Xu Qiang, and their identification ability must be stronger than Xu Qiang. But none of them said it.

Why didn't you say it?
Obviously he wanted to cover up the matter, but once it was covered up, Zhou Shuxiang would only suffer. How could he not be annoyed?
It was already very restrained not to scold Vice President Feng directly.

"Are you happy?" Seeing that Zhou Shuxiang paid his respects and treated him coldly, Vice President Feng sighed, turned his head and saw Xu Qiang who was smiling, and was furious.

If Xu Qiang could swallow his anger, or if he couldn't see the flaws, he would not be so passive, so he was not angry with Xu Qiang.

"Are you blaming me?" Xu Qiang sneered.

"How could it be!" Vice President Feng quickly squeezed out a bright smile.

Because after reprimanding Xu Qiang, he immediately remembered that he was at the scene of the game, and there were many spectators around him, and his every move was under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Some people are even taking pictures and videos, monitoring every move they make.

Jing Fang came very quickly, because the Jing Bureau was not far away.

"Hi, may I ask if you paid the respect?" the respecter who came asked Zhou Shuxiang.

"I paid my respects, the situation is..." Zhou Shuxiang quickly reported the situation.

Hearing that the amount involved in the case might reach millions, Jing Fang also paid attention to it. If it is true, this is a big case.

Take notes and follow the procedure.

It was not until two o'clock in the afternoon that Jing Fang's investigators left.

"There is a problem with the inkstone in this game, what about our game? Who will win?" Xu Qiang asked Vice President Feng who announced the resumption of the game.

Although the game was suspended for a long time just now, it was not cancelled.

Even among the many spectators present, only a few people left the field, and the rest watched with great interest. Today's game was really exciting, not because of the exciting content of the game itself, but because of the frequent major surprises.

They want to stay and see if there will be a bigger accident?
"I've discussed it with the referees, because there is something wrong with the antiques in the game, and we all agree...a draw." Vice President Feng glanced at Xu Cheng.

He was very dissatisfied with Xu Qiang, thinking that Xu Qiang was too capable of tossing around.

And Xu Qiang's torment caused him a lot of trouble.

"draw?"

"Yes, if you have an opinion, you can say it, and we can consider it properly!"

"No objection, of course I have no objection!" Xu Qiang sneered.

If he was judged to win this game, according to the rule of best-of-three, there would be no need to continue the game, because he won the first game.

And now to judge the draw of the first game, that is to say, he won one game and tied the other, and the next third game will be the deciding game.

Miss Manners brought up the antique for the final game. It was a very old-looking painting, which was slowly laid out on the front desk.

The lottery was drawn first by Xu Qiang, and Ma Lijin turned his back on it.

Xu Qiang came to the ancient painting and pretended to appraise it.

As far as appreciating works of art, it still has a certain level, but when it comes to the appraisal of ancient paintings, he just doesn't know anything about it.

Like the previous two rounds, he directly looked at the aura with ghost eyes.

Then he touched the painting with his hands, and suddenly revealed a look of doubt.

Soon he knew it well, and the time for his appraisal was up.

"Smile so brightly, it seems that appraisal of ancient paintings is your forte?" When it was Malijin's turn, he did not immediately start the appraisal.

Because he felt that Xu Qiang's smile was a bit weird, a question mark suddenly arose in his heart, could there be something wrong with the ancient painting on the stage?

"You guess?"

"I'm not the roundworm in your stomach!" Ma Lijin snorted coldly, ignored Xu Qiang, and walked to the ancient painting to concentrate.

Compared to Xu Qiang, Ma Lijin is a big expert.

Looking at the ancient paintings unfolded on the table, I already knew it.

Check out the characteristics of ancient paintings, and even reach out to touch the paper.

"The paper is a bit thick, and ordinary ancient paintings should be thicker after mounting, and Xu Qiang's smile just now was weird. Is this painting the same as Tang Bohu's painting?" A question mark rose in Ma Lijin's heart.

The first confrontation between him and Xu Qiang was at a class reunion a few months ago, when he brought out Tang Bohu's ancient paintings and Yuan Qinghua.

I wanted to show my face and show off in front of my classmates.

But he didn't expect to meet Xu Qiang and slapped him in the face.

And Tang Bohu's ancient paintings at that time, and the ancient paintings on the table now, have something in common, that is, the paper is thicker.

If it is an ordinary person's appraisal, it is difficult to notice this.

The problem is that Ma Lijin has already suffered a loss, and it hasn't been long, only a few months later, and he still remembers it vividly.

"It must be, Xu Qiang, you really shouldn't have laughed just now. If you hadn't laughed so weirdly, I wouldn't have guessed that there was something wrong with the ancient painting, and I wouldn't have found that the picture quality was too thick, and I wouldn't have thought of Tang Bohu's painting..." After photographing the truth, Ma Lijin glanced at Xu Qiang provocatively.

Now that the question has been guessed, the rest is much simpler.

Then the two wrote the answers together and handed them in together.

The ancient painting and the answer were handed over to 8 judges. They first identified the ancient painting, and then looked at the respective answers of Xu Qiang and Ma Lijin.

"Xu Qiang, do you still remember what happened when we first met?" While waiting for the final result, Ma Lijin took the initiative to speak.

"Of course I remember, you gave me an authentic painting of Tang Bohu!"

"The same thing won't happen a second time. I have learned my lesson last time and it is very profound. This time there will be no more problems..."

"so what?"

"You can see it, and I can see it too. There are interlayers in this painting, and I can see it too!" Ma Lijin looked at Xu Qiang proudly.

He guessed that Xu Qiang was smiling very complacently just now, and he must have thought that he couldn't see it, and now he was going to take the initiative to tell Xu Qiang that he could see that there was an interlayer in the painting.

When telling Xu Qiang, he stared at Xu Qiang's face.

He wanted to see the disappointed expression, but in the end he was disappointed.

When Xu Qiang heard what he said, the smile on his face was still bright, without any surprise, which made Ma Lijin very puzzled.

"Do you think there are layers in the painting?"

"Didn't you ask knowingly?"

"Of course I didn't ask knowingly. In my opinion, the paper is just a little thicker. Why do you think there is an interlayer?" Xu Qiang smiled brighter.

"Don't lie to me, you must have seen it!" Ma Lijin couldn't believe that what Xu Qiang said was just that the paper was slightly thicker, and he believed that there were interlayers.

It's a pity that it was seen in the competition, and the competition has a time appraisal, and each person only has 10 minutes to judge.

With only 10 minutes, he could only identify the interlayer. If he was given another quarter of an hour, he would be able to see more information.

It's a pity that the rules of the game are the same for everyone, and no one will be given special treatment, so it can only be confirmed that there is a mezzanine, and more information is unknown.

"I'm not kidding you, I didn't see the interlayer!"

"You, hmph, I won't tell you anymore, the result will come out soon!" Seeing Xu Qiang's firm refusal to admit it, Ma Lijin snorted coldly.

Not far away, Vice President Feng introduced the situation of the appraisal to the audience, while secretly popularizing the situation of the two contestants.

Seeing Ma Lijin talking with Xu Qiang, and then seeing Xu Qiang's bright smile, he had a bad premonition, and now he felt that something was going to happen again.

As the host of the competition, every time Xu Qiang makes troubles, he is the one who bears the brunt, which makes him feel a lot of pressure.

He regretted it a bit. He should try his best to persuade the 8 referees to decide that Xu Qiang won the second game instead of giving a tie. As long as Xu Qiang wins, the game will be over.

The problem is that the Ma family disagreed. The Ma family used conditions that he and the referee could not refuse, and asked them to rule the second game as a draw.

Now it looks like it may be shooting itself in the foot.

He glanced at Ma Bowen on the sidelines, but Ma Bowen smiled at him.

At this time, the eight referees had already completed the appraisal, and looking at the answers submitted by two people, the audience's discussion was much quieter, because the result came out.

"I hope there will be no more accidents, I can't stand the trouble!" Vice President Feng prayed in his heart.