The real daughter is reborn, and the whole family is buried in the crematorium. It's reasonable

Strictly speaking, Mr. Xu is not really an insider. He is just a senior antique lover who likes to collect all kinds of antiques.

Mr. Xu did not participate in the last exchange meeting held at Pu Lao Manor because he was not an expert in identifying antiques.

But even though he was an outsider, he knew that the calligraphy and paintings handed down by the master had a history of at least several decades, and the ink marks had long since dried up. How could they be smeared by someone casually?

The only reason could be that the painting was a fake, or a fake that was completed not long ago.

In order to provide a good experience for the guests in the lounge, not only air conditioning but also a humidifier was turned on in the lounge to make the air more humid.

The undried red mud on the painting was soaked by the humid air, and then lightly applied by Wan Lao's fingertips, creating the current effect.

Old Han kept shaking his head. "I asked you to say something nice just now, but you didn't listen. Who can you blame now?"

Except for the Xu family, almost everyone else understood the meaning behind Old Han's words.

I reminded you a long time ago that this was a fake painting and asked you not to embarrass yourself, but you didn't listen. Now you know why I asked you to put the painting away.

Old Master Xu had a sullen face and did not refute. However, Qin Yulian seemed to have heard something ridiculous and said unhappily, "Old Master, what do you mean by that? This painting was in the hands of someone else, and you don't blame the person who destroyed the painting, but instead blame the owner. How can this be justified in the world!"

Although Xu's father and Xu Haochen didn't say anything, the expressions on their faces clearly showed that they agreed with Qin Yulian's words.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Han wanted to get angry again, but considering that the other party was a junior and not from the same industry, he did not respond.

Qin Yulian conceded that Han Lao was guilty, and then directed her spearhead at the dazed Wan Lao, "Master Wan, this painting was a birthday gift that Xinliang prepared for Dad, and now it's been ruined like this. What do you think we should do?"

Even if the price of this painting was one zero less, Qin Yulian would not haggle over it.

She saw with her own eyes how much favors Xu's father had to pay for this painting, and it was not easy to buy it back.

Qin Yulian had already thought it through. After the old man passed away, this painting would be passed down to his son as a family heirloom of the Xu family, and inherited from generation to generation.

Now that the Xu family's future heirloom has been destroyed, she has to ask for an explanation. She is not afraid of offending anyone.

Elder Wan finally came back to his senses after hearing Qin Yulian's sharp voice. He smiled bitterly and looked at Elder Xu apologetically, "Old Xu, I am sorry for what happened today."

Mr. Wan is regretting his decision so much now. If he had known that this would happen, he would not have touched the painting.

Oh, that's not right. When Mr. Han asked Mr. Xu to put the painting away, he shouldn't have asked Mr. Xu to take it out to appreciate it again. Now that yellow mud has fallen into his crotch, it's either shit or nothing.

Mr. Xu's expression was even more bitter than his.

It would have been fine if I had bought a fake, but I had to do it in front of so many antique experts, and it was a birthday gift from my own son.

Mr. Xu sighed and held Mr. Wan's hand, "Old Wan, this is not your fault. You don't have to blame yourself."

"Dad!" Qin Yulian widened her eyes

Father Xu and Xu Haochen also looked confused.

Old Master Xu felt angry when he saw the three people's silly expressions.

"You three idiots, today's chaos is all caused by you!"

The three of them looked aggrieved.

Qin Yulian was even more unconvinced, "Dad, we are also worried about you! You don't know how rare this painting is..."

"What's so hard about telling a lie?"

Everyone present who shouldn't know knew it, and Mr. Xu was not going to hide it anymore, so he interrupted Qin Wanglian with disgust.

"Fake? That's impossible!"

When Mr. Xu heard this, he became anxious. This painting was prepared by him personally, how could it be fake!

Qin Yulian was stunned for a moment, then looked at Old Man Xu suspiciously, "Dad, you are not deliberately saying that this painting is fake just to save your old friend's face!"

Xu Haochen also looked skeptical.

Old Master Xu was almost laughing at the three people. He glared at them unhappily and said, "Then tell me, which master's original work was damaged by just a casual touch?"

"This……"

The three of them were speechless until they finally realized that something was wrong.

The three of them still found it hard to accept, especially Father Xu.

He muttered to himself: "But I bought this from Master Wang's descendants. How can it be false?"

When Mr. Liu, who had been silent all this time, heard this, a complicated look appeared on his face.

Mr. Han said frankly, "What's impossible about this? The style of this painting is exactly the same as Master Wang's. Even the seal is what Master Wang used. It's obvious that this is Master Wang's descendant, imitating Master Wang's work.

I'm afraid he knew you were preparing a birthday gift for Old Xu, so he deliberately drew a picture of pine and crane for your arrival."

This kind of thing is not uncommon in the antique circle.

The ancients believed that sons should follow in their father's footsteps. If a father made a great name for himself in a certain circle, his descendants would inherit his legacy but be unable to carry it forward. So they would have evil thoughts and take shortcuts.

Anyway, he learned the skills from his ancestors and could make them almost indistinguishable from the real ones. Plus, with the same tools, ordinary experts would not be able to tell the difference.

It was because the forger was in a hurry that he left such a big flaw. If it had been left for a few more years, I'm afraid that among the experts present, only the most experienced Mr. Liu would have been able to spot something.

Father Xu was devastated.

He could never have imagined that the master's descendant whom he had found with so much difficulty turned out to be a fraud.

A full 80 million was wasted.

Mr. Xu had heart pain and his face turned pale.

"Well, this isn't entirely your fault. Put the painting away."

Old Master Xu waved his hands tiredly. Now that things had come to this, there was no point in pursuing the issue.

Anyway, he never wanted to look at this painting again.

Father Xu put the painting away silently.

Qin Yulian and Xu Haochen stood aside, looking as weak as a cripple struck by frost.

Seeing the low mood at the scene and Mr. Xu's gloomy face, Mr. Liu said, "Old Xu, I originally wanted to present the birthday gift I prepared as the last act, but now it seems that I should take it out in advance for everyone to appreciate."

Mr. Xu perked up a little and said with a faint smile: "Oh, what's the gift?"

Old Liu smiled and said, "You can find out if you ask someone to bring it up."

Old Master Xu asked Xu Haochen to take Old Master Liu's gift from the pile of birthday gifts first.

The gift box is made of rosewood, about 40 cm long and 50 cm high, and feels heavy in the hands.

Xu Haochen carefully placed the gift box on the table and looked at Mr. Xu.

"Open it."

He also wanted to know what made Old Liu value it so much.