Richest People System
The task is complete

Old Jarvis' face was green and he looked at Angga coldly and furiously in his heart.

As a well-known figure in the Jakarta antique industry, he has been involved in antiques research for fifty to sixty years, he has almost never failed in antique appraisals.

He had just come to the conclusion that this Picato Murr painting was a parody of the Cavity Dynasty, and in the next second, this young man in his twenties rejected it in front of everyone.

He authenticated this painting several times, and only then did he give the result that it was a clone, he really could not believe what Angga said.

"Why is it real? It's very simple." Angga said, turning around and taking the teacup on the table, sipping tea.

The next second, Angga made a move that shocked the crowd.

After drinking the tea, Angga did not swallow the tea, but sprayed it forward.

Angga menyemprotkan teh langsung ke lukisan yang diletakkan di depan.

This scene confused everyone.

Does Angga want to ruin this mock painting?

Otherwise, why spray water there.

Keynan and his father were there for a moment, not knowing what to say for a while, in addition, Hayden smiled sinisterly.

"Hehe, this Angga must not know Mr. Jarvis."

"Thanks have offended Mr. Jarvis, In the future his life will not be easy in Jakarta!" Hayden thought arrogantly in his heart.

"What are you doing?!" Jarvis flatly scolded Angga.

As an expert in the valuation of antiques, Jarvis highly values any antique.

He was angry at this boy.no, he was a disgusting person, the type of person who did not care about antiques.

Although this painting is a copy of the Cavity Dynasty, it also has certain historical and research value.

Even if you buy it outside, it still takes millions of dollars to buy it.

But Angga really ruined this Evening Cries of Spring in front of him.

It is intolerable and unbearable!

"Mr Jarvis, I'm not going to ruin it, you take a good look here." Pointing to the Evening Cries of Spring, Angga explained.

"Huh?"

Staring at the Evening Cries of Spring for a while, Angga made a mysterious sound.

It seemed to be slightly different from the calligraphy and painting damaged due to the water he was used to seeing.

Angga drank a little more water and sprayed it around the Evening Cries of Spring, making the surroundings slightly wet.

Soon after, Angga gently scratched the lower right corner of the Evening Cries of Spring with a fruit knife on the table.

Immediately, the paper in the lower right corner tilted slightly upwards.

Angga squeezed the curved paper in the lower right corner and carefully lifted it.

The next second, a magical scene occurred.

After Angga finished revealing it, a pair of exactly the same words as before appeared in front of everyone.

Under the Evening Cries of Spring, there was also the Evening Cries of Spring.

"This....this....?" Looking at the new Evening Cries of Spring, Old Jarvis' expression slowly froze.

Old Jarvis stammered, looking at this Evening Cries of Spring, his expression was extremely solemn.

The next second, Jarvis took out a small magnifying glass from his pocket, and looked at the new Evening Cries of Spring with a serious evaluation.

For a long time, Jarvis said something unbelievable: "This Evening Cries of Spring is the original, the original from Picato Murr!"

Jarvis' hands trembled and his face was full of shock.

Whahuh?

Original?!

Is this the real work of Picato Murr?

Soon, everyone gathered and looked at the new Evening Cries of Spring with great curiosity.

"The sky has eyes. I don't expect this old man to see the real work of the wise man in his life."

"Hahaha, even if I die, I'll be stunned." There were tears in the corner of Jarvis's eyes from excitement.

"Little friend, I was wrong just now, please forgive me." Old Jarvis turned around and sincerely prepared to bow and apologize to Angga.

If this scene is seen, everyone is worried it will shake the entire antique circle of Jakarta.

As soon as Old Jarvis was about to bow, he was captured by Angga.

"No need, Mr. Jarvis."

Mr. Jarvis got up, and then asked Angga very suspiciously: "Little friend, no, Mr. Angga, how can you see that there is a mystery hidden under this Evening Cries of Spring?"

The name Mr. Jarvis gave to Angga has changed dramatically, and his talent is a first.

"I've seen from an ancient book before that in ancient times, princes and nobles found ways to protect calligraphy and paintings to prevent theft." Angga.

Of course, all of this was informed to Angga by the system's main ability to scan all things and even what the name of the ancient book, recorded there, and the system had a detailed description.

"That's it." Mr. Jarvis nodded, admiring Angga more.

The level of appreciating his treasure was much lower than that of Master Angga.

"Old Jarvis, this Evening Cries of Spring is Picato Murr's original work, you can't go wrong reading it, can you." Hayden did not want to believe that this painting was genuine.

"The old man dared to use his reputation as collateral. There was absolutely no mistake. If you doubt it, you can find someone else to judge it." Mr. Jarvis speaks loudly.

Hearing this, Hayden stopped talking, he knew that Mr. Jarvis was angry.

"Grandfather Jarvis, how much is this Evening Cries of Spring worth?" Keynan asked curiously.

"It can no longer be measured by money, it's worth it." Jarvis thought for a moment and added again.

"If it had to offer a price, I think it wouldn't be less than 56 Milliar or even higher!"

Fifty Six billion!

Hearing this price, everyone gulped and was extremely shocked.

It's macabre.

Looking at the 150 Million Wooden Street, Orchid, and Bamboo Picture paintings and then at this Evening Cries of Spring that cost over 56 billion, Hayden felt hot on his face.

In the last second, he still vowed to feel that he could win Angga steadily.

In the end, she was easily crushed by Angga and Hayden wanted to cry without tears.

"Mr Jarvis, Uncle, I'll leave if there's nothing I have to do."

Hayden could not stay at Atmawijaya's house for a moment, so he found an excuse and left in a hurry.

But before leaving, he still glanced at Angga with great reluctance and this matter would definitely not stop there.

Wasn't it just the ability to appraise treasures?

56 Milliar, Irawan families they can also take, let's see.

I lost this time, but next time, you will definitely be destroyed by me!

"Son Angga, Uncle apologized about just now." Keynan's father apologized to Angga for what happened just now.

If it wasn't for Angga, he wouldn't have been lucky enough to see a real painting from Picato Murr.

"Also, you keep this hand painting, I've been so happy to see it once." Keynan's father politely declined Angga's request to accept the painting.

The 56 Milliar prize was too expensive for him to accept.

At this moment, Keynan's father also recognized Angga in his heart.

[Ding, the task is done]

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