Zhang Xulin clenched his teeth with hatred as he looked at Qi Mingyuan and said, "Don't be smug, Elder Song and the others haven't given their appraisal yet. This painting of mine may not necessarily be a fake!"
"Tsks tsks tsks!" Qi Mingyuan chuckled creepily, "Boss Zhang really does not give up until facing the bitter end. Let me tell you the truth, the painting you spent thirteen million on, I had someone create it within a month; it's a hundred percent a counterfeit, haha!"
Zhang Xulin felt the urge to return to Xiangjiang and hire an assassin to come kill Qi Mingyuan.
This son of a bitch was utterly despicable, stopping at nothing to set him up.
"Qi Mingyuan, if I lose face today, don't expect to get away with it!" Zhang Xulin coldly said to Qi Mingyuan, already thinking of countless ways to retaliate.
