"Oh my, is this even possible?" Ouyang Jingxian looked at her in disbelief, as if she had just learned something incredible.
Jiang Tong wore a look of annoyance.
Why was she so unlucky? Her grandfather had so many paintings, yet this particular one was sold.
"Xiao Tong, you’re doomed. Your grandfather’s late-life reputation is about to be ruined in your hands."
Qi Feng sighed and shook his head repeatedly.
Tonight’s gathering included a fair number of art association members.
Those old foxes would surely spot something fishy after a few more glances.
Jiang Tong suddenly felt a headache coming on and rubbed her brow, deep in thought for a solution.
No sooner said than done, someone from the crowd, indeed an art association member, voiced their doubt.
"This painting... looks a bit naive, not like something Mr. Tang would have painted..."
"Yes, I noticed it too, especially the way the brush starts and ends, the weight is a mistake only beginners make..."
"The way you all put it, I think there’s a problem too..."
"..."
The art association members started murmuring, because this painting really didn’t resemble Mr. Tang Yuanqing’s style.
But the exclusive stamp...
Who would dare forge the Tang Family’s exclusive stamp? Doesn’t he want to live?
So what exactly is going on?
As their doubts grew, some people present began to look at each other in confusion.
Mr. Lu’s face suddenly darkened.
Tang Lilan owed Lu Yuxuan a favor.
This painting was acquired through him; it shouldn’t be fake.
Why would the Tang Family do something that destroys their reputation?
Seeing the doubts escalate, Ouyang Jingxian, in a fluster, pushed Jiang Tong forward.
"Mr. Lu, she has a different opinion."
As soon as she spoke, everyone’s eyes fell on Jiang Tong.
Jiang Tong glanced back at Ouyang Jingxian, her mind already formulating a response.
"Who is this young lady?"
Mr. Lu squinted, looking her up and down.
Qi Feng quickly stepped in to mediate, "Mr. Lu, this is my cousin. She’s just here today to see the scene."
"Oh, she’s from the Qi Family." Mr. Lu looked thoughtfully at Jiang Tong, "I just heard Jingxian say you have a different opinion, care to share it?"
The tension was thick, so it would help to have someone smooth things over with some nice words.
Let’s hope this cousin from the Qi Family knows how to handle things well.
Mr. Lu squinted his eyes, continuously tapping the cane in his hand.
Wasn’t it obvious enough to him?
If Jiang Tong didn’t restore her grandfather’s reputation today, how could she ever face the Tang Family again?
Besides, she would be praising herself, so why not praise?
Thinking this, she cleared her throat, walked up to the painting, and turned on her flattery mode.
"The first sight of this painting left me stunned, my mind went blank, and all that was left in my head was this one sentence: Such a painting only exists in the heavens!
I am extremely impressed by the author. How could they manage to resonate with the painting, reaching such an incredible level? At this moment, words can no longer express the excitement in my heart?"
The seemingly heartfelt words left everyone present dumbfounded.
All that was left was Ouyang Jingxian and Qi Feng desperately twitching their mouths beside her.
If they didn’t know the truth.
They would really believe Jiang Tong’s nonsense.
"And there’s another thing... I found a different point," Jiang Tong continued, "everyone, please observe the way the brush starts and ends on this painting, it’s truly exquisite! What does ’Birth’ mean? We all know that a novice’s brushwork would be too heavy... Birth, birth... Mr. Tang simply made the most of these two words! This is a painting with a soul!"