Chapter 445 - Chapter 445 Martin Nolan (2/2)

Martin Nolan looked at Chen Yu with the kind of gaze one uses to regard a fool.

“Where did this lunatic come from? Does he have any discernment? This painting is an authentic work by Wu Daozi.”

The crowd suddenly fell silent, and a considerable number of people cast their gazes on Chen Yu.

They really couldn’t stand Martin Nolan’s arrogant attitude, and if someone could prove that this painting was fake, it would alleviate the frustration in their hearts.

“I must say, the craftsmanship of this painting is incredibly delicate; it must be the result of the most advanced silk gauze techniques in the trade, which is why it’s so difficult to determine!”

As he spoke, he had already approached the painting, raising his finger to point at the signature.

“As is well-known, Eastern emperors have posthumous names, but these posthumous names are only to be used after their deaths! This painting was made in the third year of Tianbao, and the name that should appear is ’Holy Emperor,’ not ’Emperor Xuanzong’!”

The people on site crowded forward and truly, at the signature at the end, there were the words “respectfully presented to Emperor Xuanzong.”

Martin Nolan stood there stunned. He knew this common knowledge, but the painting was made so realistically that not just he, but even his top appraisers had been tricked.

Paying 4.8 billion for such trash, no matter how wealthy, would be painful.

Someone in the crowd finally couldn’t hold back and burst into loud laughter.

“Mr. Martin, I thought it was really a treasure. It turns out it’s just junk after all these grand gestures.”

“Your appraisers are too careless. How could they have missed such a detail?”

…

Those people were simply armchair critics; the appraisers under them likely hadn’t noticed such details either.

Martin Nolan’s breathing became rapid, and he grabbed the painting and tore it to shreds.

“You have quite the skill, sir. Would you like to come and work as an appraiser under me?”

Chen Yu didn’t respond, simply walking to the side and pouring himself a glass of wine.

This ship was specially prepared to host the appraisal event and would sail for over one hundred thirty days, until every painting on board was auctioned off.

And such specialized appraisal vessels were rarely launched, so the so-called appraiser job lasted only about a hundred days.

Not to mention whether he was willing to work as an appraiser for this man, just in terms of identity, he couldn’t do it.

“Me, work as your appraiser? How many heads do you have?”

The cold voice made Martin Nolan’s body tremble violently, “What do you mean by that?”

Chen Yu drained the wine in his glass and then uttered a string of extremely strange words.

The people around were all confused, thinking Chen Yu was talking nonsense; unexpectedly, Martin Nolan actually climbed down from his wheelchair and knelt on the ground with a thud.

“Could you be Chen Yu, Mr. Chen?”

Chen Yu gazed down at Martin Nolan with a look of disdain.

“I will not take offense at your disrespect earlier, but while the death penalty may be spared, you cannot escape the living penalty. You should know what to do.”

Martin Nolan gasped heavily and reached for a knife from the side, raising it high.

He was about to chop off his own right hand.

The onlookers were completely dumbstruck; the previously haughty Martin Nolan was now kneeling submissively like a quail, not even daring to make eye contact with Chen Yu.

Anyone with a bit of sense could infer that Chen Yu was no ordinary person.