Chapter 258 Which Painting is Real?
The servant left.
Qiao Yashu was delighted and looked at Qiao Qingci as if he were a dead person. When Mr. Zhang came, Qiao Qingci would be dead!
Old Master Mo turned around and chatted with Qiao Yanfei, ignoring Second Master Mo and the others.
Mr. Mo knew that his father was unhappy with his behavior.
However, he also did this to let his father see Qiao Qingci's true face!
When it is determined that this is a fake, my father will understand his painstaking efforts!
Half an hour later, Mr. Zhang was picked up.
"Hey, Old Zhang is here." Old Master Mo called out, "Look, which of these two paintings is the real one?"
"Okay, let me take a look." Mr. Zhang picked up the two paintings and began to study them.
During the process, it was very silent.
As Qiao Yashu looked at it, her palms began to sweat unconsciously. She didn't know why she was so nervous, as the calligraphy and painting were obviously authentic.
After all, she studied calligraphy and painting, so she can still tell the real from the fake.
Time passed, and ten minutes later, someone came back.
Qiao Yashu was waiting to see the show, when suddenly a tall and straight figure appeared in her peripheral vision. The moment the man walked in, the whole world seemed to become dim.
His exquisite and handsome face is so eye-catching, like a star walking out of a movie.
Qiao Yashu had seen Mo Yanchu once, but she was still amazed when she saw him the second time.
Such a rich young man has such a stunning appearance.
Qiao Yashu's eyes were filled with uncontrollable fascination.
Mo Yanchu walked over and sat next to Qiao Qingci. Seeing Mr. Zhang appraising the painting, he asked in a low voice what was going on.
Seeing how close Mo Yanchu and Qiao Qingci were, Qiao Yashu couldn't help but grit her teeth and said directly, "My sister bought a painting from a street stall and gave it to Grandpa Mo. She insisted that the painting was real, so Grandpa Mo called a professional appraiser over."
Mo Yanchu's dark eyes swept over coldly: "I didn't ask you."
His tone was as cold as a sharp knife that stabbed into Qiao Yashu's heart, and Qiao Yashu's face turned pale for a moment.
She watched Mo Yanchu lower his head and talk to Qiao Qingci. His posture was so gentle that she felt her heart ache even more.
What exactly is she inferior to Qiao Qingci?
She has always been very popular among men because she is an artist, and most wealthy families hope to marry a daughter-in-law like her.
Only Mo Yanchu was so cold to her.
Qiao Yashu's eyes were sore.
Qiao Qingci didn't look at Qiao Yashu and replied to Mo Yanchu: "It's almost the same as she said."
Mo Yanchu nodded, his handsome face devoid of worry. Because anything Qiao Qingci liked must be genuine.
Another half an hour passed, and Mr. Zhang put down the calligraphy and painting, frowning.
Everyone was curious about the result. Mr. Mo asked, "Old Zhang, did you figure it out?"
"Yes, I see. This painting is very strange." Old Zhang held up Qiao Qingci's landscape painting. "It looks like it's in the style of Master Chen Wei. However, Master Chen Wei's works are very rare, and even those that remain are all worn and tattered. It shouldn't be so complete."
Qiao Yashu smiled and said, "It seems that my sister is very capable and bought a very good imitation."
She looked at Mo Yanchu when she said this.
Mo Yanchu was bewildered by Qiao Qingci's beauty, but he also had to worry about his image in front of his grandfather. Qiao Qingci had embarrassed himself by coming here, so wouldn't he be worried that his grandfather would think he had poor taste?
Mr. Mo Er was also expecting this result: "Indeed, it takes some skill to be able to buy such a fine imitation from a street stall."
Madam Mo Er was laughing beside them.
Several people looked at Qiao Qingci with contempt and ridicule.
"Wait a minute." Mr. Zhang interrupted, "I didn't say it was fake."
"What do you mean? Didn't you just say it, Mr. Zhang? Master Chen Wei's work can't be so complete." Mr. Mo frowned.
Mr. Zhang: "Yes, I said that Master Chen Wei's work couldn't be so complete, but I didn't say it was fake!"
Some people were confused.
What does this mean?
Seeing that no one understood, Mr. Zhang explained, "This is true! But how it can be so complete is beyond my comprehension."
Everyone was dumbfounded.
This is actually true!
Did Qiao Qingci really find the landscape painting worth hundreds of millions?
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