Darryl smiled and enunciated his words, “Because… I was the one who did this Ping’an Tie!”
What?
The crowd went silent before they roared in laughter.
Did they mishear him? He said that he wrote the Ping’an Tie? They continued to laugh.
Debra shuddered and bit her lips. She had thought that the Ping’an Tie looked familiar. Then she realized that it was the same copy that Darryl had done.
Debra felt her legs weakened, her knees almost buckled in front of Darryl. The man that she had set her eyes on was an amazing person. A master collector had acquired his work and thought it was the real piece.
The crowd’s laughter got louder and louder.
“This dude is a joke! It’s not enough that he said that it was fake, he had to say that he had written it!”
“I think he did this on purpose to gain Master Max’s attention!”
“Yes! He’s just asking for attention and trying to show off!”
The comments from the crowd came non-stop, but Darryl laughed. “You think I did this on purpose to gain Max Harrington’s attention? You all overthink this. He is underqualified!”
The crowd’s expressions darkened. Darryl’s words obviously meant that he did not treat Max as equal; he looked down on the man!
No matter who heard it, they would not be able to take it too.
Max could not take it any longer. He sneered as he looked at Darryl. “You said that my collection of the Ping’an Tie is your copy. If that’s the case, I’m sure you won’t mind showing us on the spot-write another copy!”
His eyes flashed gloomily. ‘Shameless person! I will teach you a lesson!’
Then, at his orders, the staff quickly set up a table with a brush, paper, and ink.
At that moment, the crowd started their taunts again.
“Yes! You should not only say it; prove it to us!”
“If you have the skills, then show us!”
“I don’t think he would dare to!”
The crowd’s eyes were all on him as they looked at him condescendingly and mischievously.
How would he dare to look down on Master Max? He had asked for it!
Darryl chuckled. He said nothing and picked up the brush. He dipped it in ink and waved the huge brush flamboyantly. The Ping’an Tie started to appear on the paper!
There was only total silence!
The entire exhibition hall was in dead silence! Only the sounds of a brush as it painted against the paper could be heard!
The crowd’s expression tensed. They were all shocked and started to tremble.
They saw Darryl wrote those words with energy and vigor, yet the writing did not lose its care-freeness! The entire work looked precisely the same as the original Wang Xizhi one!
That person was skilled!
Max was stunned. He looked at Darryl in a dazed and could not say anything for a long while.