His fingers were immediately stained with indigo.

Indigo is a very noble pigment. In the past, a touch of indigo was worth an inch of gold, which means it was extremely expensive.

Although this painting is not bad, it is not good enough to require the use of blue.

This is totally wrong.

Obviously fake.

Bai Mu didn't pay attention to any other details of the painting. After writing "send it back" on the list, he went to the table of another object.

Just then, an old man walked in and saw Bai Mu and said quickly, "Hey, young man."

Bai Mu looked around, "Me?"

"Yes, young man, have you appraised the things I left with you some time ago?"

The old man looked around and saw the painting that Bai Mu had just appraised.

“Oh, that’s the painting.”

"The person who sold me the painting said it's a treasure from the ancient Baroque period, by the writer Tang Feng. My child is getting married recently, so I was thinking of selling it. Look at the pattern and the seal. It must be worth tens of millions, right?"

He walked in front of the picture, and Bai Mu nodded, "Well, this has been identified, it's fake."

The old man was originally smiling, but when he heard Bai Mu say it was fake, he suddenly became angry.

"How could it be fake? Can you identify it, young man?"

"Look at this texture, just look at it!"

The old man hurriedly held up the painting and pointed his finger at the textures on the picture that showed signs of time.

"Young man, you look quite young. Master Feng said this is genuine. How can you say it's fake?"

Bai Mu's mouth twitched. He was unlucky to meet such a guy on his first day at work.

He had never experienced this kind of thing before, so he looked towards the door for help.

Mr. Polo just walked in.

"Xiaobai, what's wrong?"