A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Wei Zhao nodded, "Yes, sir. Mr. Zhang knows a lot of people in the art world, and he already has the person you want."

Zhuang Zhoucheng's face was full of joy. "That's great. Let's go to Mr. Zhang now."

As Zhuang Zhoucheng left, he glanced at Huo Yan and said, "Don't mess with Ji Wuwei."

Huo Yan just lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

Zhuang Zhoucheng strode away, followed closely by Wei Zhao.

After a long while, Huo Yan looked up and finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Zhuang Zhou Cheng had really left.

Huo Yan quickly returned to the painting room, but Ji Wuwei turned back at this time.

"Huo Yan, where did you go just now?"

Huo Yan hesitated, "I, I've been here, washing the palette."

Ji Wuwei didn't ask any more questions, but directly took out his phone and asked her:

"Huo Yan, my uncle is looking for a folk painter. This is his painting. Take a look. Do you know who painted it?"

Huo Yan whispered, "My major is architectural design, and painting is just my hobby, so I don't know much about the art world."

"It's okay, take a look." Ji Wuwei handed the phone screen to Huo Yan.

When Huo Yan saw it, he was shocked and speechless.

Isn't this what she copied?

Huo Yan was afraid that he had seen it wrong, so he immediately took Ji Wuwei's phone and zoomed in on the details of the picture.

She signed the letter with her own personal seal, which she had worn since she was a child. Her father had repeatedly warned her to keep it safe and hidden, not to show it to anyone, and certainly not to lose it.

Huo Yan had only used this pattern on this copy.

So, she was very sure that this painting was painted by her.

Huo Yan was shocked for a long time and slowly turned to Ji Wuwei.

Ji Wuwei looked at Huo Yan expectantly, "Huo Yan, judging from your reaction, it seems like you know some clues?"

Huo Yan paused, "I, I don't know if this counts as a clue."

The person Uncle Ji Wuwei is looking for definitely cannot be her.

Huo Yan thought to herself, she was not a painter, she was just a junior student.

Ji Wuwei was extremely excited. "It counts, why not? Tell me."

Huo Yan thought about it and felt that Uncle Ji Wuwei was definitely not looking for her, so there was no need for her to claim him herself.

"This painting of yours is a copy. Your uncle wants to find the original artist, right?"

Ji Wuwei was surprised, "A copy?! This isn't the original, it's a copy?"

Huo Yan nodded.

Ji Wuwei didn't believe it, "Huo Yan, are you sure? This is a painting collected by my grandfather. He was looking for a painter, and my grandfather asked my uncle to find a painter. This can't be a copy, right?"

After hearing what Ji Wuwei said, Huo Yan became uncertain.

Ji Wuwei is the only son of the boss behind the Tang Palace, a super rich second generation. Then Ji Wuwei's grandfather and uncle must also be very important people.

Would a big shot collect a copied painting and find a copyist?

Moreover, this painting was copied by her five years ago. When did Ji Wuwei's grandfather collect it?

Huo Yan thought about it over and over again.

Ji Wuwei asked again: "Huo Yan, can you take another good look? I definitely believe in your judgment."

"Ah."

Huo Yan zoomed in again and found that the signature seal had a very special pattern. It was her personal seal, and this was indeed the painting she had copied.

Zooming in on the details, these brushstrokes, and even a few mistakes, can prove that this painting was copied by her.

Huo Yan raised her eyes and met Shang Ji's fearless gaze. She firmly confirmed, "It's a copy."

"A copy?" Ji Wuwei said in disbelief.