The scene suddenly fell into dead silence!
Wen Wu immediately flew into a rage, stood up, and glared at Qin Jiang, "You're full of shit! This is a painting I bought for over a million! You say it's a fake? Do you fucking understand how to appreciate antiques? Have you ever seen a million? Do you even know what that means?"
"Right, someone like you, a nobody, would never know that Fengya Pavilion never sells fakes!"
Old Mr. Wen was silent, looking over the painting up and down for a long time without discerning anything.
"You bought this from Fengya Pavilion?" he asked.
"That's right!" Wen Wu responded, "Grandfather, everything that comes out of Fengya Pavilion is genuine. There's no way they'd have a fake!"
"Then I'm relieved," Old Mr. Wen smiled, "With so many professional appraisers at Fengya Pavilion, they certainly can't be wrong."
Qin Jiang gave a wry smile, "Grandpa, even masters can make mistakes, you should be careful."
