After hearing Chen Yang's words, one of the experts tentatively took out their cellphone and called Zhao Qinghe to ask if there were two versions of the "Poem of Thanks for Imperial Calligraphy"!
Sure enough, Zhao Qinghe confirmed there really were two versions: one was infinitely exquisite, and the other was upright and majestic!
The truth was now crystal clear. The "Poem of Thanks for Imperial Calligraphy" that Qi Mingyuan tore up was indeed handwritten by Cai Xiang and was worth more than 40 million.
Everyone turned their gazes towards Qi Mingyuan, with odd looks in their eyes, wanting to laugh but too embarrassed to do so.
Chen Yang strolled over to Qi Mingyuan, his face filled with pity as he said, "Mr. Qi, how could your hands move so fast! With a 'zip', 40 million gone just like that!"
Qi Mingyuan's face was flushed with shame, feeling extreme humiliation and his whole body trembling.
