Mrs. Mu's suggestion makes the atmosphere change quietly.

"What are you talking about?"

Mrs. Luo glanced at her angrily: "I am such a despicable person. Don't say that Shu Ya has paid now, even if she doesn't buy it, I won't argue with her."

"It has nothing to do with you."

Mrs. Mu said: "It's a matter of painting."

"The problem of drawing?"

When Mrs. Luo heard this, she frowned in confusion: "Can the painting still be fake?"

Mrs. Mu did not answer.

Because of her reminder.

Several others kept their attention on the painting.

The mother of Fantuan took the opportunity to record all the details.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Seeing this, the staff hurriedly explained: "Please rest assured, ladies. Our painting exhibition supports one fake one and ten compensation, and we will never sell fake paintings."

Wen Shuya also agreed:

"Old Madam, you're overthinking. This painting is the original work of Master Ren Qian. I've repeatedly confirmed it before purchasing it."

Mrs. Luo nodded and did not forget to take the opportunity to sarcasm:

"You old lady, you are picking the bones in the eggs! Shu Ya is a child who has been influenced by art since she was a child, and she has also studied related majors abroad alone. Although she is young, the paintings she has seen are no better than you.

Few, there is always this ability.”

Mrs. Mu shrugged: "You are right."

"Hey? Why are you sarcastic to me? I'm not telling the truth! You can't be hostile to Shu Ya because of her identity..."

"I don't have one, just do it."

"Then, what's wrong with this painting?"

Seeing that Mrs. Mu never said it out loud, Mrs. Luo glanced at her angrily: "Look, you can't say it either! I knew you were lying..."

She smiled at Wen Shuya again: "Shuya, don't be as knowledgeable as this old lady. We are old and sometimes we like to find trouble and give us a sense of existence."

Wen Shuya shook her head:

"Grandma Luo, where do you mean, how could I do?"

She always acted very generously.

At her gesture, the staff member made a gesture to prepare to pick up the painting.

at the same time.

After carefully looking at An Mianmian, who had been reading the painting, suddenly I realized something was wrong.

After checking the two nearby paintings back and forth, she finally curled the corners of her lips: "No wonder you only exhibit niche works here. It turns out that this is how you make money..."

An Mianmian's emotion attracted the attention of several others.

The staff frowned: "Miss, what do you mean by saying this?"

"I have emphasized just now that we support one fake one and ten compensation, and we will never sell fake paintings. Please don't follow the crowd and come out!"

His attitude is tough.

Peaceful and calm.

She was already very sure and told her conclusion: "You dare to be so confident that the buyer would take legal means, and there is no way to determine whether the revealing painting is a fake painting, right?"

"One original work, two into three, sold non-publicly, and is only aimed at niche works. It is expected that it will be difficult for these buyers to meet each other and not easily collided with paintings?"

An Mianmian's mention made the staff's face change suddenly.

But in a flash.

He quickly suppressed the panic in his heart and pretended to be calm: "Miss, what are you talking nonsense? Please don't exaggerate or mislead others."

"Then can you guarantee that none of the paintings here are revealed? They are the only authentic works in the world."

The other party hesitated for a few seconds and gritted his teeth: "Why...of course!"
Chapter completed!