Ding Xuexue felt certain that Jiang Zhe knew the authentic painting in Teacher Deng's house was appraised by her, so he deliberately contradicted her at this moment, asserting the painting was real, which would imply that the one she had appraised was fake!
What a malicious mindset!
Yet, Qin Jingchen remained unfazed, leaving Ding Xuexue's ire with nowhere to vent.
"Ten million, I'll sell!" The down-and-out man was in dire need of money, and Jiang Zhe offered much more than Ding Xuexue did. It was far beyond his expectations. How could he not sell?
"Good, give me the painting," Jiang Zhe said, reaching out his hand.
Deng Hui also grew a bit anxious, "Jiang Zhe, this painting certainly doesn't look mediocre, and the person who copied it must have had considerable skill. But after all, it's just a copy and can't be compared with the original. Are you sure you don't want to reconsider?"
