The scene, harmonious just moments ago, became tense suddenly because of something Lin Chen said.
Qian Wu's face, previously smiling, suddenly turned chillingly cold. "Young man, what do you mean by that?"
Lin Chen smiled faintly. "This painting is clearly a counterfeit, yet you keep insisting it is genuine and even have the gall to guarantee it with your reputation. Isn't this exactly what they call 'taking advantage of regulars'?"
"Young man, you need to be responsible for what you say. You say my painting is fake, do you have evidence?" Qian Wu said, his complexion ugly.
On Antique Street, Qian Wuyi had always had a good reputation, so his clientele were mostly regulars. If this painting was fake and he gained a reputation for cheating regulars, it would undoubtedly damage his establishment beyond measure.
Qian Wu was about to explode in anger when a chubby man jumped out to defend Qian Wu.
