Chen Yang chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Zhang, with my painting skills, coupled with the aging techniques of the owner of the Vermilion Bird Bridge, even the most top-tier painting and calligraphy masters in the country wouldn't be able to tell it's an imitation!"
Chen Yang's confidence infected Zhang Xulin, easing his nervousness slightly.
At this moment, Lin Jianye said softly, "Boss Zhang, I feel that something is not quite right. That Qi Mingyuan seems very certain that your painting is a forgery!"
Zhang Xulin was suddenly stunned: "Right, how can that old boy be so sure?"
Lin Jianye frowned and said, "I think you might have been set up by Qi Mingyuan. Maybe the 'Maple Bridge Night Mooring' you had before was made by someone he found, so he's so sure that what you've got is a fake!"
Being a clever man himself, Zhang Xulin quickly realized the great possibility in Lin Jianye's words.
"Damn, that old boy must have plotted against me!" Zhang Xulin said bitterly.
