In front of hundreds of people, Ran Hong was so embarrassed that his smooth face changed again and again, but he could only force a smile and speak softly: "Luo Hanlin, don't get me wrong. I Take it back, take back what you just said."
"I don't mean anything else. I just said that this painting was donated by Mr. Long and Mr. Zhao to the headquarters..."
Luo Ting once again ruthlessly cut off Ran Hong's follow-up: "Secretary Ran, you mean to say that I'm not from the headquarters and you told me to stay out of my own business, right?"
Being clarified by Luo Ting's words, Ran Hong blushed and smiled: "It's not..."
Luo Ting shouted in a deep voice: "Whether or not you donate this painting is up to Mr. Long and Mr. Zhao. I only say what I should say."
"This painting is fake! It's a fake! It's a Soviet film!"
The sound of cutting gold and cutting iron was thrown out, and the sound of gold and jade echoed endlessly.
Ran Hong's red face suddenly turned as white as snow, and he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Luo Hanlin, you must be responsible for your words..."
"Of course I am responsible!"
"I must be responsible too!"
Luo Ting looked solemn and responded loudly: "Not only do I have to be responsible, I have to be responsible to the end."
"If I was wrong, I, a Hanlin bachelor, would not do it."
Luo Ting's words fell into the ears of everyone. Countless people were shocked and shocked, but also admired him.
At this moment, the leopard-headed alien said coldly: "What? Is it reasonable to buy a fake painting? There is no room for others to tell the truth in this world? Will anyone who tells the truth be dragged away and shot?" "
The cynicism of the leopard head undoubtedly poked Ran Hong's anus. Ran Hong made a sinister face and threatened in a ferocious voice: "Excuse me, who are you? What do you mean by this?"
"I?"
The leopard pointed its head at his chest and sneered: "I live next door to Luo Ting, and my surname is Wang."
"Now you can go tell Long Guangyao and Zhao Zhinan."
"As for what I mean? You can report it however you want. I accept it."
As soon as these words came out, the scene was once again in an uproar.
Another national scholar!
Ran Hong's expression changed again, the corners of his mouth and eyes twitched fiercely, and he showed the bitterest smile. He was so fascinated that he didn't even bother to greet the leopard head.
At this moment, Luo Ting and the Leopard King slapped Ran Hong in the face, causing him to lose his mind, his soul, his face, his dignity, and everything else!
"You two, really, do you think this painting is a fake? Mr. Long, Mr. Zhao..."
This time, Luo Ting and Leopard King did not interrupt Ran Hong. But Ran Hong himself couldn't speak anymore.
From the beginning to the end, the Great Secretary Ran Hongran, who had always been sweeping the world with a arrogant and arrogant attitude, was now completely beaten back to his original form.
"This painting is Su Pian. It is the collective name for those who were active in Suzhou from Wanli in the Ming Dynasty to Jiaqing in the Qing Dynasty and made a living by forging calligraphy and paintings."
"The location is in the area of Zhuanzhu Lane and Tang Bohu's Taohuawu."
"The calligraphy and paintings they made are indistinguishable from immortals to immortals. They are found in museums all over the world. There are also many ancient and magical books. For some reason, these Soviet films have not been made public."
"This picture of Yuan people's autumn hunting is one of them."
"It's just that this painting is so fake. It's so fake!"
"Only those Erque stupid pigs treat him as a treasure."
The Leopard King explained it in an easy-to-understand manner, and everyone around him suddenly understood.
Many masters and experts wailed and slapped themselves hard, their faces ashen.
Ran Hongran, the Great Secretary Cancan, stood there, not knowing where to put his hands. His face experienced four seasons in an instant, flew all over the desert and Mount Everest, and tasted all the hot, cold, sour and bitter. It's unpredictable and really scary.
It wasn't until this moment that the domineering Ran Hong lowered his noble head.
Snapped!
Bang bang bang!
The audience burst into the loneliest applause.
I applauded hard by myself, looked around the audience coldly and said in a cold voice: "I really didn't expect that the Long family, which covers the sky with one hand, actually bought Su
Film fake! ? "
"If you tell me this, no one will believe it, right?"
"The person who sold it to Mr. Long and Mr. Zhao really had the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard. Are you not afraid that Mr. Long and Mr. Zhao will kill his whole family and kill his nine tribes?"
Soaring.
Secretary Ran turned around and glared at me, his eyes blazing with fire, and shouted sternly: "Master Tong, shut up."
"I'll shut up."
I said to Ran Hong unceremoniously: "What? Your master bought a fake painting and you are not allowed to say anything about it?"
"Do you want to engage in literary inquisition or white terror?"
"Should we silence the mouths of all the 1.4 billion Chinese people?"
"It's really strange. Instead of arresting the people who make and sell fakes, you first threaten me, the whistleblower. Do you want me to be silenced and killed?"
"In this way, your master can continue to dominate and donate this painting to the headquarters?" ap.
"And these *** bosses and vice presidents at the headquarters are just blindly acquiescing?"
"Do you, the Long Family, really treat the sky and land around your headquarters as your Long Family's airspace and private land and do whatever you want?"
"Your mother!"
These words immediately made Ran Hong so angry that his eyes became bloodshot and the corners of his eyes popped open. He pointed at me and screamed: "Who are you scolding?"
"Your mother Ran Dashi."
After scolding Ran Hong again, I said indifferently: "I want to ask you a question."
"This picture of Yuan Ren's Autumn Hunting in the Mountains. If Mr. Long and Mr. Zhao don't donate it to the old museum, are they afraid that they won't be able to escape the sharp eyes of the old masters?"
Before Ran Hong could burst out in anger after being yelled at by me, he was suddenly poked by my words and his pupils tightened, with a look of panic on his face.
"Ran Hong, give me another question."
"The reason why Long Guangyao and Zhao Zhinan wanted to donate this fake to the headquarters was because he wanted to use it to establish his reputation and suppress Tang Anjun?"
When these words came out, countless people in the audience were moved and their expressions changed!
Countless people looked at me in horror, with an eight-magnitude earthquake in their eyes!
There were countless others who covered their ears and stepped away without hesitation.
"You...you're talking nonsense!"
There was endless panic in Ran Hong's eyes, and he was speechless, angry and anxious: "Master Tong, I'm warning you, you must be responsible for what you say."
"What right do you have to question Mr. Long and Mr. Zhao's instructions..."
I interrupted Ran Hong with a sullen face and a ferocious voice: "Of course I am qualified."
