After a while, Lin Han suddenly heard a commotion outside.

Then, Academician Luo, dressed in khaki, pushed the door open and walked in with a cigarette in his mouth.

He glanced at Professor Chen, then his eyes fell on Lin Han, and he muttered, "Why are you here again?"

Then he sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and asked Professor Chen: "What's the matter? Can you let me come over to help?"

Professor Chen smiled but his tone was not so respectful: "Who said it wasn't true? It still depends on you, Academician Luo, to take action!"

Academician Luo snorted, very dissatisfied with Professor Chen's attitude: "If you want help, just be obedient. What's your attitude like begging for help?"

Professor Chen's eyes widened, and he said bluntly, "Your master is Xiahou Ding, and my master is Mr. Song. They are both the ancestors of our antique industry. Logically speaking, we are of the same generation. Why can't you help me with this?"

"Tsk! You are such a mean person! For the sake of your ancestors, I will help you this time! Where is the stuff?"

Professor Chen nodded at the scroll on the coffee table.

Academician Luo took it in his hand nonchalantly, but he was not in a hurry to look at it. Instead, he turned his gaze to Lin Han and asked, "Boy, what do you think?"

"You should read it first! What if I tell you and you learn it?"

Lin Han's attitude was even colder, and Miss Yu next to him couldn't help but worry for him.

Unexpectedly, Academician Luo didn't mind at all, but laughed out loud.

Academician Luo knew about Lin Han's abilities.

An expert can tell whether something is good or not with just one look.

Academician Luo has been working in this field for thirty to forty years, and he can tell what kind of people are at a glance.

He just didn't understand why Lin Han, who had never appeared in the antique world, could make such a big splash?

How did he get those things in his hands?

While thinking, Academician Luo had already shifted his attention to the reel.

After just one or two glances, he turned around and asked Lin Han, "Which dynasty was this kind of silk painting the most popular?"

"It wasn't popular for decades in the early Ming Dynasty. Didn't you see that its scrolls were replaced later?"

"Hahaha, good eyesight, this scroll..."

Academician Luo raised his eyebrows and asked him, just like a teacher testing Lin Han.

"The scrolls from the early Ming Dynasty can't be kept for very long, and the texture of this silk is not very good. It can only be about a hundred years old, so later generations replaced the scroll."

Academician Luo nodded.

"What do the paintings in there say?"

"It's just a very ordinary landscape painting. I don't really like it."

hiss……

Academician Luo took a deep breath. The young man in front of him was so sure about the cultural relics.

This is very rare for someone his age.

Unless he is gifted like Xiahou Ji, even if he is from the Xiahou family, he cannot be sure that his judgment is correct.

Didn’t Xiahou Ji also fail to recognize Lin Han’s bloodstone seal?

What made him so sure?

Academician Luo touched his chin. Although he didn't look at Lin Han, he still said to him: "Whose painting is it?"

"Who else could it be besides Fang Shizhou?"

Hearing this, Academician Luo's eyes lit up, and his hand holding the album even trembled slightly.

Knowing that this painting was created in the early Ming Dynasty, it can barely be ranked among the top five in the antique world.

Academician Luo can be sure that there are no more than three people in the world who can tell at a glance that this painting belongs to Fang Shizhou.

In the history of China's numerous famous calligraphers and painters, Fang Shizhou is not actually outstanding, and many people don't even know of his existence.

Moreover, this person does not have a stable painting style. Basically, the subject matter, techniques and brushwork of each painting have no fixed personal style.

If you want to judge his paintings, you can only rely on daily training and a strong sixth sense.

This feeling cannot be expressed in words, even between a master and his apprentice,

In order to learn how to identify these people's paintings, Academician Luo did not know how many times he was looked down upon by his teachers.

In the end, it only reached 60 to 70 percent.

But Lin Han, at such a young age, had actually reached such a terrifying level.

Academician Luo looked at Lin Han deeply, but in the end he said nothing, but just nodded.

Then he turned to Boss Yu and said, "This painting is real, and its estimated value is about 8 million..."

"Really?"

Needless to say, the reaction of Yu's father and daughter was extremely pleasantly surprised, as if they had recovered something they had lost.

Professor Chen standing next to him is different.

He was very angry at first, pointing at Academician Luo and shouting, "Old Luo, what do you think? This thing is obviously fake, no matter the texture or the feel, it's all shoddy!"

"These youngsters can't see it, can't you see it either? You are really embarrassing your teacher Xiahou!"

"Get lost!"

Professor Chen, who had an arrogant attitude, was suddenly pointed at and scolded by Academician Luo.

At this time, Academician Luo was completely enraged by Professor Chen.

He pointed at Professor Chen's nose and yelled, "It's you who brought shame to our ancestors, not me. What do you mean by rough texture? You don't even know who the owner of this painting is! How dare you challenge the young people here?"

"It's an insult to me to be your peer!"

“Let’s go!”

Academician Luo put his hands behind his back and strode out of the room.

Professor Chen was left with an embarrassed and angry look on his face: "Just wait, just wait, don't think that just because Academician Luo said it's true, there's nothing wrong with your painting!"

After saying that, he also left the room in a rage.

Although it was somewhat embarrassing that the matter had come to this point, Yu Weiting's paintings were confirmed to be authentic.

She was naturally very happy.

Yu Weiting accompanied Lin Han to the inner court, thanked him again and again, and said that if Lin Han came to Shangjing in the future, he could come to her anytime if he had any questions.

Then he left with many thanks.

Lin Han, who was sent back by her, once again became the focus of everyone's attention.

However, before the discussion among the crowd subsided, a steady sound of footsteps was heard as they walked over there.

Then, several experts sitting in the evaluation office, as if they had received some orders, all began to hurriedly tidy up their clothes. Some even took a mirror to look at their faces, fearing that there was something wrong.

Then they lined up in two rows and looked respectfully towards the other end of the passage.

About a minute or two later, an old man in a wheelchair came out of the passage.

"Hello, ancestor!"

"The old man looks so good!"

"I am so lucky to finally meet you. I am so lucky to meet you."

In addition to these experts, many people at the scene also bowed and greeted the old man in the wheelchair.

Confused, Lin Han looked towards the man.

This man was probably in his 60s. One could tell at first glance that he was used to a life of luxury, and there wasn't a single wrinkle on his face.