Chen Deshou's expression suddenly froze, and he hurriedly said, "Master Guan, I'm not joking with you, this painting is the genuine Tang Bohu that I bought. You must have looked at it wrong. Please take another good look."
Guan Shutong said, "Impossible. I've been immersed in the appraisal world for so many years; there's no way I would make such a mistake, especially since this painting has such obvious modern craft traces. The technique is crude and simple, it's just a copy of Riding Donkey Thinking of Returning Painting. Anyone with a bit of standard could see that. If I were to make a mistake now, wouldn't I become a laughingstock?"
The Chen family members all wore faces of surprise.
"What Master Guan said is exactly the same as what Chen Fan said; could it be that the painting the old man bought is really a fake?" Zhao Chunlan felt a bad premonition creeping into her heart.
Chen Junhao's hands began to tremble, "No... it can't be, I spent a hundred thousand dollars on it!"
