Car-hailing Driver: Rewards from Complaints

Chapter 352 - 186: Brother Chen, You Are Mr. Jinghu



Chapter 352 - 186: Brother Chen, You Are Mr. Jinghu

Zhang Tiancang: "Don’t talk nonsense, guys!"

Liu Chuanxiong: "I thought you just didn’t want to lose money. I didn’t expect you to be so ruthless as to claim that our paintings are forgeries! These paintings were authenticated by dozens of experts as genuine. They’ve been well-preserved since we obtained them from the auction house. How could they be forgeries?"

Lin Shuying: "The real ones are in my room, so of course, these are forgeries. I didn’t want to expose you, but since you tried to blackmail both my sister and me, I have no choice but to reveal the genuine ones."

Everyone was shocked.

Lin Zhengtian walked up to his granddaughter with a serious expression and asked, "Shuying, you shouldn’t say such things lightly. Do you really have the genuine articles?"

Lin Shuying: "Would I lie to you?"

Lin Zhengtian: "How did you end up with the real ones?"

Lin Shuying: "A friend gave them to me."

Liu Chuanxiong: "Which friend?"

Lin Shuying: "Qiu Tian, the son of Qiu Yuhong, the chairman of Shield Security Group, gave them to me. He was pursuing me and said he acquired two paintings from somewhere to give to me. When I saw they were the same two paintings from the auction, I panicked. I knew these two paintings mustn’t see the light of day, otherwise there would definitely be trouble. Initially, I didn’t want to bring them forward, but now it’s unavoidable, or else we’ll be blackmailed by them."

Although these people might not fear each other, they would certainly fear Shield Security Group.

This was also a key part of Yang Chen’s plan, using the formidable strength of Shield Security Group to intimidate these people.

If they continued to persist, it would ultimately become a personal conflict between them and Shield Security Group, allowing Yang Chen to leverage Shield Security Group to deal with them.

Lin Zhengtian: "How did Qiu Tian come to have those two paintings?"

Zhang Tiancang: "Never mind how he got those two paintings, hurry up and let us authenticate them!"

Liu Chuanxiong: "Yes! Bring them out for us to authenticate, let’s see if they’re real or not."

Lin Zhengtian: "Alright! Shuying, go fetch the paintings for us to have a look."

Lin Shuying nodded and quickly went with her sister to get the paintings.

"Sis, will it work? They’re all experts; can we fool them?" Lin Anxiang asked.

Lin Shuying: "After all, they were painted by Yang Chen; there shouldn’t be a problem."

The sisters brought Yang Chen’s re-creations of "Mountain Stream Washing Gauze" and "Fishing Alone in a Cold River" to the study and hung them on the wall for everyone to see.

"This..." Lin Zhengtian was momentarily speechless.

Tang Shoucheng and others quickly leaned over to examine the paintings.

After several experts analyzed and researched, the crowd began to exchange opinions.

Tang Shoucheng: "I think they are genuine!"

Liu Qingguo: "From what I can tell, they are indeed the true works of Mr. Jinghu."

Zhang Tiancang: "It can’t be! Our paintings couldn’t possibly be fakes!"

Liu Chuanxiong: "I’ve kept them well since I brought them back from the auction; how could they be fake?"

Lin Zhengtian: "Heh heh heh... stop acting."

Liu Chuanxiong: "I’m not acting!"

Lin Zhengtian: "Then your paintings must have been swapped a long time ago and were bought by Qiu Tian and given to Shuying, without you even knowing."

Layman Qingfeng, Zhao Jingzhong, dared not speak because his mind was in chaos.

Technically, these two paintings were indeed by Mr. Jinghu.

But he and Yang Chen both knew that there were two tiny blemishes on the "Fishing Alone in a Cold River" painting, visible only under a super-high magnification glass.

Because he had taken Xue Yinong’s money to act as a booster at the museum, even though Yang Chen had reminded him about those two blemishes, he never told anyone else, fearing that revealing them would affect the painting’s value.

Because those blemishes were too small, unless someone pointed them out, they wouldn’t be noticeable without a super-high magnification glass.

So, Zhao Jingzhong’s mind was in chaos. The "Fishing Alone in a Cold River" painting before him was clearly from Mr. Jinghu, yet those blemishes were gone. Isn’t that strange?

Lin Zhengtian: "Younger Brother Zhao, why are you so quiet? What do you mean?"

Zhao Jingzhong: "Me? I also think it’s Mr. Jinghu’s genuine work. I just can’t understand how things turned out this way."

Liu Chuanxiong: "Lin Family girl, tell me honestly, who gave you these two paintings?"

Lin Shuying shook her head, saying, "Qiu Tian. If you don’t believe me, call him."

Lin Anxiang stepped forward and started tearing up the already damaged genuine paintings, saying, "Bringing fake paintings to blackmail us! How could you do such a thing?"

Zhang Tiancang: "What are you doing? Whether they are real or fake, it’s not up to just us to say; we need other experts to come and verify!"

Lin Anxiang: "Well, they’re already torn. If it turns out my sister’s paintings are fake, I’ll compensate you. Bring in other experts to authenticate them; true gold fears no fire. The real can’t be fake, and the fake can’t be real!"

This was the next step in Yang Chen’s plan.

Zhang Tiancang and Liu Chuanxiong exchanged a glance and quickly called experts they knew.

Lin Zhengtian and others also called experts they knew to come over and help authenticate them.

Soon, the experts arrived one after another and began evaluating the two paintings.

"In my opinion, they are indeed the true works of Mr. Jinghu!"

"I also think they are genuine. I authenticated the versions provided by the auction house before, and it’s the same."

"I believe they are genuine."

"I also believe they are genuine."

...

Dozens of experts who arrived one after another all agreed they were genuine.

Zhang Tiancang turned and grabbed his son, asking, "What’s going on? When did you lose the painting?"


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