Chapter 6
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Gu Weiwei opened the door with his suitcase and followed Fu Shiqin downstairs.
Downstairs, an old man in his seventies was talking with Fu Hancheng and the others.
"Mr. Ming, I believe Assistant Xu has already told you the purpose of inviting you here. Please take a look and see whether this painting by Priam is authentic or a fake."
"Priam's painting?" Ming Zongyuan was very surprised.
While speaking, he took out his reading glasses and put them on. "There are very few of his paintings out there now. How could you find one?"
"We bought it from an underground auction house." Fu Hancheng pointed at the painting on the table. "You are an expert in studying Priam's paintings, so we invite you to have a look."
When Ming Zongyuan heard that it was Priam's painting, he got up excitedly and walked to the table. After taking a closer look, his face fell.
"What do you think? Is it real?" Fu Shiqin couldn't wait to come over and ask.
Mr. Ming Zongyuan took off his reading glasses and turned to look at Fu Shiqin and the others unhappily.
"You young people, are you deliberately making fun of me?"
Fu Hancheng narrowed his sharp eyes. "Mr. Ming, are you saying that this painting … is a fake?"
Fu Shiqin didn't believe it. He took a closer look at the painting and pulled Ming Zongyuan.
"Mr. Ming, take a closer look, or I'll get you a magnifying glass. This painting was bought with tens of millions of yuan. How could it be fake?"
"Tens of millions?" Ming Zongyuan didn't even bother to take a look at it, as if the painting would stain his eyes.
"Who is out of his mind to buy such a fake painting with tens of millions of yuan?"
Meng Ruya took a look at Fu Hancheng and was a little flustered.
"Mr. Ming, take a closer look. You just took a look at it and said that it is a fake. You are too hasty."
This painting was bought by her. If it was fake, she would have to take responsibility.
In the end, Mu Weiwei did not get into trouble but made a contribution instead.
Ming Zongyuan sighed impatiently and waved his hand.
"I don't need to look at it carefully. I've seen so many of Priam's paintings that I can tell whether they're real or fake at a glance."
"Besides, this painting is authentic. It's a favorite collection of a painting friend of mine. I saw it in his house with my own eyes. He's not someone who lacks money. It's impossible for him to sell the painting."
He loved Puli's works very much, so when he saw these fake works, his face changed immediately.
Fu Shiqin had a stomach full of complaints and was waiting for Ming Zongyuan to verify that the painting was authentic so that he could scold Gu Weiwei.
But now, the painting was fake. He had no choice but to swallow it all back.
Meng Ruya, who had spent tens of millions to buy the fake painting, knew that she was in the wrong and did not dare to say another word.
Fu Hancheng looked up at Gu Weiwei, who was coming down the stairs. His eyes were dark and unpredictable.
"Weiwei, how did you know that the painting was fake?" Old Lady asked curiously.
She knew that she did not study painting at all. Many people had been fooled by this fake painting when it was put up for auction. How could she tell that it was fake at one glance?
"My mother used to like oil paintings and she often took me to exhibitions abroad. I used to see other paintings by Priam and found that they were different. So I thought that it was fake." Gu Weiwei explained briefly.
The truth was that the Gu Family had bought the authentic painting eight years ago and it had been hanging in the living room of the Gu Family.
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