Zhang Xulin was staring at the "Maple Bridge Night Mooring" in front of him, completely dumbfounded!
Just now, having listened to Chen Yang's convincing explanation, he had come to believe it.
A fake painting, yet he had spent over thirteen million yuan on it, happily inviting an old friend to appraise it.
The longer Zhang Xulin looked at the painting, the more he felt like a fool, and the fiercer the rage in his heart grew!
Finally, the fury in Zhang Xulin's heart erupted. He snatched the scroll from Chen Yang's hands and tore it to pieces in an instant, then threw it to the ground and stomped on it fiercely.
Lin Jianye sighed and said, "Boss Zhang, what was the need for that? Although this painting is not an authentic Zhao Mengfu, it is still a fine imitation. It would have made a nice decoration for your home!"
Zhang Xulin huffed angrily, "A forgery remains a forgery. It can't be kept to deceive others. It's best to tear it up!"
