A group of old men immediately crowded over to look.
"It really is Master Qiao's style, look at the signature; it's his handwriting too."
"Indeed, based on my years of experience, it is genuinely authentic."
"Old Lu, what's the matter with you? Can't you even distinguish between real and fake anymore? And to think you claimed to be such an admirer of Master Qiao's paintings."
The elder Mr. Lu was still in shock, completely bewildered.
It wasn't that his judgment was poor; he had also been very confident that the painting was authentic. It was all Lu Rui's fault, that unfilial son, for insisting that the painting was a fake.
This had caused him to waver as well. Fortunately, he still harbored some doubts, otherwise, who knows how long this painting would have remained hidden from view.
Wait a minute...
The elder Mr. Lu shuddered, his pupils trembling.
If the one he held was authentic, then the one in Lu Rui's possession could not possibly be a fake!