“That’s easy. Old Fang lives not far away. I’ll go and invite him over so he can take a look.”

Mo Hongru spoke.

He didn't believe that Xiao Chen's calligraphy was fake.

The "Old Fang" mentioned by Mo Hongru is a top-tier appraisal expert in the Jiangzhou antique industry.

Not to mention Jiangzhou, it is famous throughout the entire south.

He made the assessment, and none of them had any objections.

Mo Hongru left, and soon returned with an elderly man with a full head of white hair who looked to be over seventy years old.

"Old Fang."

"Old Fang is getting younger and younger."

Upon seeing Elder Fang, Lu Qi and Feng Yongyan greeted him warmly.

Although Mr. Fang's net worth is not as high as theirs, because of his status as a leading figure in the field, Mr. Fang has an exceptionally large network of connections, and even some important figures come to visit him.

Therefore, both of them were exceptionally polite when they met Mr. Fang.

Old Fang nodded, but instead of exchanging pleasantries with the two, he asked anxiously:

Where are those two paintings and calligraphies?

Even if an ordinary person wanted to invite Mr. Fang, he might not necessarily come.

I just heard from Mo Hongru that there are two paintings and calligraphies by Wen Zhengming. Fang Lao was very excited, so he immediately came over.

"Old Fang, are you here?"

Lu Qi spoke.

Old Fang walked over and, upon seeing the two calligraphy and paintings displayed on the coffee table, immediately became excited.

Mr. Fang stepped forward, took out a magnifying glass, and studied it carefully.

After watching for a while, the expression on Old Fang's face underwent extremely subtle changes, sometimes appearing happy, and sometimes seeming somewhat regretful.

It took five or six minutes of study before Mr. Fang finished his assessment.

"How is it, Mr. Fang?"

Lu Qi asked curiously.