She's a real daughter and she's telling people's fortunes again

"I kept you waiting." Qiao Dabu walked in and said hello calmly.

"The result is out?" Chen Pingan raised his eyelids and glanced at the other party.

"Yes, it's already out." Joe paused, and Moran walked into the room at that moment. "Let Mr. Moran explain the next thing to you."

"So, Mr. Moran, after your appraisal, is the painting I sent you true or false?"

Chen Ping'an looked at Mo Lan, with a tone that was one-third joking, one-third nonchalant, and the rest full of expectation.

He was looking forward to which method Joe would use.

To be precise, he was looking forward to whether Joe could think of a way that was not what he expected.

"Mr. Chen, right? I can tell you responsibly that the water lily you sent is a fake."

Moran met Chen Pingan's eyes seriously. When he lied, his eyes did not look away, and there was no trace of panic on his face.

"Mr. Moran, can you really take responsibility for what you just said?"

Chen Pingan asked very calmly. He was very disappointed at this moment. To be precise, it was Qiao's actions that made him very disappointed.

"Of course!" Moran replied decisively and with great momentum, "Mr. Chen, no one in the entire F country can question my professional ability!"

"Chen Pingan, now I'm curious about a question."

"You clearly knew that the painting in your hand was fake, but you still sent it over. Are you planning to deceive my father, the head of the distinguished Orleans family?!"

Qiao suddenly interrupted, shouted angrily, stared at Chen Pingan with cold eyes, and slapped a few big hats on Chen Pingan without hesitation.

"That's wrong. Fourth Young Master, please don't rush to blame me."

"First of all, my painting cannot be fake. Secondly, even if it is fake, I may not be able to tell it clearly."

At this moment, Qiao's plan was all within Chen Pingan's expectations, so he decided to play with Qiao first, because only in this way would the other party get deeper into trouble.

Deeply trapped in Chen Pingan's layout, it is difficult to escape.

"I don't bother to argue with you whether the painting is real or fake, because Mr. Moran's identification is the most powerful evidence."

"As for whether you can tell the authenticity of a painting, you don't need to explain it anymore. How can a person who can tell the authenticity of a painting at an auction without close observation not be able to tell the difference between the painting in his hand? Is it true or false?”

"Chen Ping'an, do you know how big of a mistake you have made? You actually want to deceive the entire Orleans family. Do you know what the consequences will be?"

Qiao pressed forward step by step, his words became sharper, and the viciousness and pride contained in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

In the previous debate between him and Chen Pingan, he lost completely, but that was limited to the debate just now.

He will never lose this time, because everything is now under his control, including Chen Pingan's fate.

As long as Chen Pingan can be proven guilty of trying to deceive the Orleans family, Chen Pingan's life and death will all depend on his thoughts.

"I have another question. You said my painting is fake, so why haven't you returned it to me?"

"It can't be that all this is a means for you to occupy this painting, right?"

Facing the opponent's pressing step by step, Chen Pingan responded calmly.

"You are insulting the Orleans family!"

"That's all, since you want your counterfeit back, I'll give it back to you."

Just then, the housekeeper rushed over, holding a painting in his hand, a fake that he had just obtained.

After saying this, he threw the fake painting that did not originally belong to Chen Pingan to Chen Pingan.

"The question is, how can I be sure that this painting is mine? As I said before, what if you turn my record into a fake?"

Chen Pingan took the water lily and looked at the housekeeper and Qiao with a half-smile.