"Who says it's not authentic?"

"How about we find someone to identify it together?"

“It must be genuine.”

Wu Ruiying continued to argue.

At this time, Park Ruien interrupted:

"Oppa, what's going on when you say the artwork is real or fake?"

Neither Park Jin Hyuk nor Oh Seo Young answered her.

Park Jin Hyuk continued:

"I came here today to tell you that I plan to auction off all the artworks from DS Telecom and donate the proceeds to students from poor families."

"No, not yet."

"Why? I'm handling my own company's artwork, why would you object?"

"The president is not in the country. We can only make a decision on this matter after he returns."

As she spoke, Wu Ruiying grabbed her daughter's arm, asking for help.

However, Park Ruien vaguely felt that her mother might have done something, so she didn't know what to say for a moment.

Park Sang-hyuk, who didn't understand anything, said absentmindedly:

"Brother, everyone is hungry, let's talk while we eat."

"Sang Hyuk, wait, your mother is probably doing this for you, so listen carefully."

"For me?"

Park Jin Hyuk looked at Oh Seo Young.

"Is what I said correct? Where does the money from selling the artwork go?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I estimate the value of the artworks you've sold is between 50 billion and 60 billion. Logically, you shouldn't need to raise money this way. So, where did all that money go?"