"So, you mean to say that this painting is indeed a fake?" Meng Yusheng spoke up to ask.
She just had a pure liking for Tao Yuanming's works and did not know much about antiques.
Wu Mingsheng, however, had already clarified for her, "This is of course a fake painting, it can't even be considered a replica. Because Mr. Tao Yuanming was just a poet, even if he did paint, his works would hardly be of any note, and as such, no paintings by Tao Yuanming have survived to this day."
While Wu Mingsheng was speaking, the stall owner's face grew dark as he stealthily began to pack up his things, looking like he planned to leave.
This is so damn embarrassing!
Being exposed for selling fakes didn't really matter, after all, the Antique World is made up of ninety-nine percent fake goods and a little bit of genuine ones. If everything were real, the industry wouldn't exist.
But the crucial point was, he represented the face of Wanbao Restaurant!
