The crowd was growing, more and more people craned their necks, carefully scrutinizing the texture of the paper. Soone even produced a magnifying glass from sowhere, studying it intently.
Chen Shiqing’s face turned increasingly grim, her hands hung at her sides, clenched tightly, a trace of awkwardness in her deanor.
Qiao Mo, however, paid her no mind and spoke again: "Thirdly, looking at the fra, the style is brand new, bearing C’s logo. In truth, if it were an authentic masterpiece, the fra wouldn’t be easily replaced. After all, factors like light, temperature, air, and dust would all affect the painting to so extent."
"Based on these three points, I would say this painting is not the original Miss Chen claid it to be." Qiao Mo turned to Chen Shiqing, flashing a faint smile.
As Qiao Mo finished speaking, applause erupted from the crowd, led by soone unknown.
Chen Shiqing’s face looked particularly awful; she hadn’t expected Qiao Mo to lay out her points so clearly and convincingly.
Feeling the gazes directed at her from all around, her face shifted in color, while a companion at her side whispered, "Shi Qing?"
Chen Shiqing feigned calmness, looking at Qiao Mo with forced composure: "Even if what you say makes sense, it’s all subjective judgnt and cannot prove the painting is fake."
Qiao Mo curled her lips into a smile: "Then, in your opinion, how can we prove the painting’s authenticity?"
"Whether the painting is genuine requires an expert evaluation. Your word alone can’t convince the public."
At this mont, Chen Shiqing calculated her chances, hoping to stifle the situation to at least save face. She planned to seek an expert’s assessnt later, assuming that if ti dragged on, fewer people would pay attention to the painting’s authenticity.
Yet, despite ticulous planning, heaven seed not to favor her.
No sooner had she spoken than a gentle male voice sounded from behind: "I think that’s unnecessary."
As soon as he spoke, everyone turned to look back.
Qiao Mo also turned her head to look.
What t the eye was a tall man dressed in a black coat, his hair slightly slicked back, around thirty years old, stylish and handso.
"I am the host of this soirée; every piece of artwork and decoration has been curated by . I can decidedly inform you all that all the paintings at today’s event are replicas, not originals. Given the high value of genuine works, we had to consider their security."
As the man spoke, a flash of hatred flickered in Chen Shiqing’s eyes.
But, as he was the person in charge of C in Asia, she could only force a smile: "I’ve learned a lot."
The man paused briefly, then chuckled: "That remark should be directed at Miss Qiao, for it’s Miss Qiao who observed so keenly."
In that mont, Chen Shiqing gritted her teeth in anger, hatred evident in her gaze directed at Qiao Mo.
What a shaless vixen!
Flirting indiscriminately... even the regional head of Asia speaks up for her!
Qiao Mo looked at Chen Shiqing with a half-smile, thinking that even without those details she pointed out, she would have believed the paintings here weren’t genuine.
After all, there were simply too many masterpieces on display; if they were all authentic, given the current security asures, it wouldn’t suffice.
"Is Miss Chen now preparing to apologize to ?" Qiao Mo asked with a smile.
The people around looked at the two, as if they too awaited Chen Shiqing’s response.
Chen Shiqing’s face turned livid, unable to utter a word.
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