"What?"

"Not a fake?"

The guests were excited again.

"That's funny. Isn't this a fake? Is it the real thing? Then you mean that the picture of the last month given by my uncle's family is a fake?" Zhang Kun's son Zhang Gan said in a funny tone.

Many people also laughed out loud.

What kind of person is Zhang Songhong? He is the mainstay of the Zhang family and a prominent figure in Guangliu Province. What about Su Guang? He is a low-level civil servant in Jiangcheng who has been waiting for death all his life. There is no need to guess which of these two people can produce the authentic work.

"Lin Yang, stop talking."

Su Guang was anxious.

The old man finally gave him a way out, but Lin Yang actually jumped out to stir things up again. Did he want to die on his own?

"Dad, please open the painting and let everyone see if your painting is authentic!" Lin Yang said.

"this..."

"Now that the matter has come to this, do you have any other choice?"

When Su Guang heard this, his face turned red and white, and finally he sighed: "Okay."

Anyway, I have lost all my face, so I can only listen to Lin Yang at this time.

Su Guang untied the ties on the scroll, opened the painting, and spread it out for public viewing.

Countless pairs of eyes were looking towards it.

The old man also stared intently.

Many people have seen the picture last month, but this one has a unique charm that no one can describe.

However, after a moment, the old man suddenly seemed to notice something. He stood up suddenly, walked over, and snatched the picture of the rising moon.

"Um?"
Chapter completed!