"Amy's painting?"
"No way, did I hear that right? Did the old man...not make a mistake?"
"This...this can't be true! Even Cheng Xueyi only managed to get a copy..."
The chatter in the banquet hall rose and fell, with all sorts of comments.
Basically, no one believed this was true, and some even suspected Mr. Cheng had become senile. Of course, they'd never say that out loud.
"Old Cheng, are you kidding us?"
At that moment, a foreign man of similar age to Mr. Cheng came forward, his eyes glued to the painting in his hands.
Mr. Cheng clutched the painting tightly like it was a cherished possession, "Go away, you're just jealous!"
"No, I won't fight you for it. Can't you let me share in the glory?"
The old man chuckled as he leaned in closer.
"Is that the renowned painter George?"
"Yes! He's an old buddy of Mr. Cheng."
"If he says it's Amy's painting, then it's almost certainly real!"
"Shh, let's see what happens first."
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