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"Kid, don't tell me that this black dot proves my painting is a fake," Qian Wu snorted coldly.
"Haha, this kid must be stupid, it's normal to have some ink spots on ancient paintings."
"I think it might have just gotten dirty when it fell on the ground."
Laughter tinged with ridicule echoed from the crowd.
The shop assistants glared menacingly, ready to take action again.
Lin Chen picked up the magnifying glass from the table and said indifferently, "The truth lies in this black dot."
As he spoke, he placed the magnifying glass over the black dot for everyone to see.
Under the bright indoor light and magnification, the black dot revealed fine, delicate penmanship in small regular script: Wu Daozi.
The entire antique shop erupted in astonishment.
It was him—many in the crowd inhaled sharply upon seeing the name.
Wu Daozi was a famed figure in the antiques world, known as the "Ghost Hand," renowned for replicating famous ancient paintings.
