"I spent a whole 800,000 on this painting."
Mr. Wu stared at the painting with a pained expression for a long time, then suddenly took out a lighter from his pocket and set the painting on fire himself.
Tang Feng and Qin Yanan were both shocked by his action.
"Mr. Wu, what are you doing?" Qin Yanan looked at the raging flames, puzzled, turning to Mr. Wu.
"Since it's a counterfeit, of course, there's no need for it to exist," Mr. Wu said matter-of-factly.
"This is just my personal appraisal result, it's not necessarily one hundred percent accurate," Tang Feng said with a helpless smile.
"I believe in Feng God. Since you've appraised it as a counterfeit, then it must be one hundred percent a counterfeit," Mr. Wu showed a sort of blind trust in Tang Feng, to the level of being a crazed fan.
Tang Feng felt very helpless about this.
He had not expected that his words could now have such a huge influence.
It seemed that he must learn to speak and act with caution in the future.
