The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 399 - 399 374 The Fake Products

399: Chapter 374: The Fake Products 399: Chapter 374: The Fake Products “I’m sorry, everyone!

Thank you for waiting!” A tall and imposing middle-aged man in a suit suddenly appeared at the door.

“Mr.

Ou!

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

I’m the music producer Jia Tianhao, and also the representative of Hui Le Group!

I have long heard of Mr.

Ou’s great reputation, and seeing you today, you truly are extraordinary!” As soon as Jia Tianhao saw Ou Jinyang at the door, he promptly sycophantically darted over with a flattering smile on his face.

“Hello, please sit down!” Ou Jinyang said with a slight smile, gesturing for Jia Tianhao to take a seat.

“Let’s go,” Lin Xiaoxiang said to Liu Hun in a low voice, her eyes still reddened.

“You’ve brought out your best items; how can we just leave like this?

Rest assured, I won’t let you down!” Liu Hun said, giving Lin Xiaoxiang’s hand a squeeze and pulling her to sit down as well.

Lin Xiaoxiang’s heart suddenly pounded at Liu Hun’s words, especially the phrase “I won’t let you down!” which caused her heartbeat to race inexplicably.

“Mr.

Ou, I’m the head of Bi’er Studio, and Miss Shi Bi’er’s agent, Liu Hun.” Liu Hun extended his hand in a friendly manner to Ou Jinyang.

“Oh!” Ou Jinyang shook Liu Hun’s hand rather perfunctorily, and returned the single word “Oh!” At this moment, his attention had already shifted entirely to the calligraphy of Mi Fei on the table, as if he hadn’t heard Liu Hun’s self-introduction at all.

Seeing Ou Jinyang’s expression, Liu Hun immediately spoke up, “Mr.

Ou, you have an interest in calligraphy and paintings?”

“Yes!

Sorry, I was a bit distracted!” Ou Jinyang said, laughing awkwardly, but his eyes still glanced at the calligraphy on the table from time to time.

“I also have a great love for calligraphy and paintings and have done some studying in the area,” Liu Hun told Ou Jinyang.

“Oh, really?” Ou Jinyang suddenly perked up, having already forgotten the reason these individuals had come to see him in light of the meeting he just stepped out of, and it looked like it was about to turn into an academic exchange on antique calligraphy and paintings.

“Smooth talker!

Liu Hun, you’re fine with writing lyrics and composing music, but to brazenly speak about calligraphy and paintings, that’s truly shameless,” Jia Tianhao took the opportunity to criticize Liu Hun, not holding him in high regard at all.

“Is that so?

Then let me discuss this piece of Mi Fei’s calligraphy at hand,” Liu Hun said as he casually picked up the calligraphy of Mi Fei from the table.

Black Dragon Power, steal!

Liu Hun, holding the painting with his left hand and pointing at the script with his right, said, “Mr.

Ou, please observe.

Mi Fei’s handwriting is unique; it’s elegant yet not lacking in stability, sharp but still warm.

And this piece…

is merely superficial!”

“Liu Hun!

You’ve got a lot of nerve to spread rumors in front of Mr.

Ou!

Can’t you remember your lessons?

Have you forgotten how Master Li slapped your face just now, or do you need another embarrassment with your counterfeit Shi Bi’er goods?” Jia Tianhao immediately challenged Liu Hun, sneering at him.

Having managed to acquire this piece of calligraphy through cunning, he was not about to let Liu Hun’s glib tongue sabotage it.

“Mr.

Liu, this piece of calligraphy in your hand looks very much like an original.

I’ve also seen a piece of Mi Fei’s handwriting before, but it’s a shame I’ve never been able to collect one,” Ou Jinyang said, his eyes showing a touch of disappointment.

“Liu Hun!

Did you hear that?

Even Mr.

Ou says so, what more can you say?

Keep making things up!

I want to hear how you’ll continue to spin your tale,” Jia Tianhao said smugly, watching Liu Hun.

Liu Hun ignored Jia Tianhao, only to ask Ou Jinyang, “Mr.

Ou, I wonder if you could find an appraiser to verify this?”

“There’s no need for Mr.

Ou to look; Master Li has already verified it just now.

No matter how you scheme, Liu Hun, you can’t change the facts.

I advise you to stop making a fool of yourself,” Jia Tianhao told Liu Hun.

Ou Jinyang, not understanding the sarcasm between the two, asked Liu Hun, “Mr.

Liu, is there some misunderstanding between you two?”

“Mr.

Ou, it’s like this—I also have a piece of Mi Fei’s calligraphy, and it’s identical to this one here.

Therefore, I wish to request that you be the arbiter of justice,” Liu Hun explained.

Ou Jinyang, of course, knew that the two had come to give gifts, and even understood why.

These days, many agents from entertainment companies, and even artists themselves, had come to him, but none had hit his weak spot, except for these two, who had tickled his fancy.

He longed to have this piece of Mi Fei’s calligraphy, and it had to be genuine.

“Ah, there just happens to be an expert on calligraphy and painting appraisal from the Forbidden City museum here with me.

Please wait a moment,” Ou Jinyang said and then left the office, showing his obsession with this item.

Ou Jinyang’s behavior was not lost on Liu Hun and Jia Tianhao.

Jia Tianhao said with a sneer, “It seems Mr.

Ou really has a taste for this, which just goes to show…

Liu Hun, you are doomed.

Bringing a fake piece of calligraphy, trying to deceive!

Who would think highly of you?” With that, fearing Liu Hun might tamper with his calligraphy, Jia Tianhao quickly snatched it back.

Liu Hun, undisturbed, commented, “I hope you can still laugh so comfortably later on.”

Soon, Ou Jinyang returned to the reception room with an expert from the Forbidden City Museum.

Lin Xiaoxiang, quite anxious, tugged at Liu Hun’s sleeve and said, “This person is a top expert, we can’t bluff our way through.”

To reassure Lin Xiaoxiang, Liu Hun smiled again, a rare occurrence, and said, “Don’t worry, I’m a jack-of-all-trades agent, there’s nothing I can’t do.”

Lin Xiaoxiang looked at Liu Hun’s rare smile and couldn’t help but feel a skip in her heart, spontaneously blurting out to Liu Hun, “You should smile more often.”

“Why?” Liu Hun asked, somewhat curiously.

“Because…

it’s nothing!” Lin Xiaoxiang began, then realized she had misspoken and quickly closed her mouth, nearly saying out loud “because your smile is very charming.”

“Mr.

Xie, my two friends have brought over two pieces of calligraphy by Mi Fei, and because I’m not very discerning, I’ve asked for your help to appraise them.” Ou Jinyang said to Mr.

Xie as he invited him over to the table.

As a top appraiser from the Forbidden City Museum, Mr.

Xie was naturally very cautious.

He pulled out a magnifying glass from his pocket, put on white gloves, and then looked over the calligraphy, character by character.

“Hmm…” Mr.

Xie muttered, nodding his head as he inspected.

Jia Tianhao stood to one side, watching Mr.

Xie’s actions, his expression fully embodying the meaning of “a petty person achieving a petty victory.”

“Mr.

Xie, how is this piece of calligraphy?” Ou Jinyang asked Mr.

Xie.

Mr.

Xie put away his magnifying glass and white gloves, then pointed at the characters and said to Ou Jinyang, “Xiao Ou, last time we discussed the works of several great masters, including Mi Fei, whom I also greatly admire.

Look here…” Mr.

Xie was saying while beginning an academic discussion with Ou Jinyang, effectively turning the place into an academic symposium.

The people around them, seeing the two engaged, knew that they must have a regular association and quite a deep friendship, and that Mr.

Xie must have just been visiting Ou Jinyang and thus was brought over.

After much analysis, Ou Jinyang still eagerly asked, “Mr.

Xie, can you tell us whether this piece of calligraphy is indeed an authentic work?”

Mr.

Xie was still speaking evasively, “The calligraphy is excellent, and the artistry is very high, but…

unfortunately, it is not authentic.”

“What?

How can it not be authentic?” Jia Tianhao’s smug smile froze on his face.

Upon hearing Mr.

Xie’s definitive statement, he immediately protested, grabbing the nearby Master Liu, “This Master Liu is an appraisal expert, and he has just said it was authentic!”

“Jia Tianhao, what are you implying?

Are you questioning Mr.

Xie’s professional integrity?” Liu Hun chimed in unexpectedly.

Jia Tianhao was immediately rendered speechless, “Mr.

Ou, I didn’t mean that, only…” Jia Tianhao was at a loss for words, trying to justify the authenticity of his calligraphy meant indirectly questioning Mr.

Xie, especially as Liu Hun had just taken advantage of Master Liu’s earlier statement.

It was clear to anyone that Mr.

Xie and Mr.

Ou had an extraordinary relationship.

Unsure of how to speak without offending, he embarrassingly shut his mouth.

Indeed, Ou Jinyang’s expression turned slightly unhappy as he said to Jia Tianhao, “Mr.

Xie is not only a top expert, but he is also my friend.

I hope his opinion will be respected.”

These words left Jia Tianhao even more at a loss for words, and his image in Ou Jinyang’s eyes took a severe hit.

“Mr.

Xie, I have here another piece of Mi Fei’s calligraphy that’s exactly the same; please have a look,” Liu Hun said as he brought over the swapped fake.

Watching Liu Hun take the fake away from her, Lin Xiaoxiang’s hands were so sweaty with nerves.

Jia Tianhao, on the other hand, had a vindictive expression of “let’s see how you get out of this one,” eagerly awaiting Liu Hun’s comeuppance.

“Mr.

Xie, an authentic piece by Mi Fei, a famous artist of the Northern Song!

Please take a look,” Liu Hun said as he slowly unrolled the scroll.

Black Dragon Power, shift!

“Shsha…

shsha…

shsha…” Liu Hun slowly unrolled the scroll in his hands.

Lin Xiaoxiang couldn’t bear to watch, turning her head away; she felt as if she could already hear the expert’s derisive scorn…

Why is there no reaction?

Lin Xiaoxiang had turned her head away for quite a while, not hearing a single sound before her curiosity got the better of her.

She slowly turned back, only to see Mr.

Xie standing motionlessly in front of the scroll as if under an Immobilization Spell.

Except for Liu Hun, everyone present was puzzled, especially Ou Jinyang, who rarely saw Mr.

Xie so transfixed.

He couldn’t help but quietly call out, “Mr.

Xie!

Mr.

Xie!”

“Marvelous!

Marvelous!

Marvelous!” Mr.

Xie exclaimed three times in a row, his face alight with excitement as he said to Ou Jinyang, “It’s beyond wonderful!

This is the authentic work of Mi Fei!

A genuine autograph by Mi Fei!

Reading his calligraphy is like conversing with the ancients!

The profound beauty is indescribable!”

Upon hearing Mr.

Xie’s words, Ou Jinyang also began to smile, knowing that this piece of Mi Fei’s calligraphy would not slip through his fingers.

Lin Xiaoxiang’s lips, nearly bitten to the point of bleeding, finally relaxed as she looked at Liu Hun with excitement and admiration.

“Cleverly done, Liu Hun!

We’ll meet again!

Just you wait!” Having said his piece to Liu Hun, Jia Tianhao found a poor excuse to take his leave of Ou Jinyang.

He knew he had lost and had offended Mr.

Xie, and staying any longer would only invite ridicule from Liu Hun, so he chose to depart with dignity, taking Master Li with him.

“A treasure sword belongs to a hero; if Mr.

Ou would not mind, I would like to offer this piece as a gift to you,” Liu Hun said with a smile from the side.

Upon seeing the business-like expression on Liu Hun’s face, Mr.

Xie knew that Ou Jinyang was about to discuss serious matters.

While he still wished to admire Mi Fei’s calligraphy, he tactfully excused himself.