Chapter 1001 Authentic Works

Wen Xianglan stepped forward, pretending not to care, and said, "Why do you have Chen Yinsheng's authentic calligraphy and paintings in Ruochu's hand? I have heard that many so-called authentic antiques are fake, and some unscrupulous businessmen made them for profit. Made a fake."

The old man's originally happy smile drooped in an instant.

Is this someone deliberately finding fault?

"Mrs. Wen, my calligraphy and painting are real. As I said, I took the pictures myself. "

Gu Ruochu looked over, and met Wen Xianglan's eyes sharply, saying every word.

Wen Xianglan smiled: "You are too young, I don't know how many fakes are popular in the market, am I afraid that you will be cheated?"

"I think Mrs. Wen is right to remind. If it is a fake, wouldn't Ms. Gu and Grandpa be cheated?" It was time for Wan Qian to interject, instead of looking at Gu Ruochu, she held Mr. Gu's hand , "Grandpa, it seems that Chen Yinsheng's calligraphy and paintings have not really been handed down in the world, right? So are these fakes?"

"Fake?"

The old man's original good mood seemed to be extinguished by cold water, and he asked the bodyguard to hold up the calligraphy and painting again regardless of other things.

He really couldn't put it down, but thinking about what if it was fake, he felt like he had swallowed a fly in his throat, and it was hard to swallow.

"I think it should be a fake." Huo Zhenggang's tone was very firm, mainly because Wen Xianglan was questioning, and felt that her judgment was always correct.

"You don't have any appraisal skills or literary appreciation skills, so you don't feel ashamed of yourself if you just take a fake. Sooner or later, the Huo family will be defeated by people like you."

Gu Ruochu was speechless.

Exm?

Huo Zhenggang, can he have some brains, he will unswervingly believe in this mistress no matter what Wen Xianglan says?

Looking at Wen Xianglan's questioning eyes, Gu Ruochu only felt it was ridiculous.

All of them, I didn't intend to compare with anyone when I gave a gift, and I didn't want anyone to know. Are these people in a hurry?

"Mr. Huo, please pay attention to your rhetoric. And this lady, it seems that my daughter is not your turn to give pointers, right?"

Last time, there was news that Gu Ruochu was the daughter of the Ning family. Of course, they would not gossip about the details.

Wen Xianglan shrank beside Huo Zhenggang, and after receiving her and his protection, she said in a soft voice: "What I said is the truth. How can this kind of authentic antiques be so easy to get?"

Ning Tang wanted to doubt whether Huo Zhenggang was Huo Nanchen's biological father. Why did he feel that there was too much difference between father and son?

What a no brainer!

"Mr. Ning, Xiang Lan is just seeking truth from facts. Could it be that it's a fake?" Huo Zhenggang spoke righteously and followed suit, "It would be a bit unlucky to give such a fake on the old man's birthday."

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not, this girl Ruochu has this kind of heart for me."

The old man asked people to put away the calligraphy and paintings, and what he said meant that this matter should be passed directly.

Huo Zhenggang sneered and said, "It's just a fake, how can you count your intentions?"

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Gu's expression turned ugly.

Huo Zhenggang also knew that his words were offensive, but he felt very uncomfortable when he thought that he had not received any preferential treatment since entering Gu's house.

Wen Xianglan pulled the corner of his clothes and told him to stop talking.