In order to let Maximilian give up willingly, Marcus looked at Preston and said, âPreston, what do you say? Why donât we have a look of his painting?â
âAll right, Iâd like to see what he can draw. I suppose he may make a simple childish drawing to make us laugh.â
Preston looked at Maximilian with disdain, believing that Maximilian was asking for humiliating himself.
Victoria stared at Maximilian with worries. She had never seen Maximilian paint anything before, so she thought he couldnât draw at all.
However, since Maximilian took the initiative to show his painting, Victoria wouldnât stand aside and watch him be humiliated by others.
If others wanted to mock Maximilian, they had to present proofs to show that Maximilian was really incompetent.
Victoria pursed her lips, went to Maximilian and whispered, âAre you sure? Once the painting is unfolded, everything is irretrievable.â
âHoney, donât worry. Iâm a man of talents.â Maximilian winked at Victoria to signal her to relax.
Victoria reached out and grabbed a part of the painting. Then Maximilian unfolded the painting slowly and said, âPlease have a look. With my painting, you can know the painting on the fan is a fake.â
After his loud and powerful voice, the painting was fully unfolded.
Marcus, Laura and Preston looked at the painting. When they saw it on the paper, they were frozen.
âHow... how is it possible? Marcus, open the fan and have a look. Why⦠do I think this is exactlyâ¦. the same as the painting on the fan?â Laura was too nervous to say a sentence fluently.
It was a fan worth millions of dollars.
If it was really a fake, Laura might cry to death. Getting tens of millions of dollars but losing it in such a short time was so thrilling.
Marcus was shivering all over. Just now, he was so fond of the fan that he couldnât put it down, and the painting on the fan impressed him so much.
Hence, without opening the fan, Marcus was sure that the painting Maximilian holding was 99% similar to the one on the fan.
What was more, the two are exactly the same!
âMaximilian, did you draw this?â Marcus went to stand in front of the painting, bent down and watched it carefully to see if it was printed matter.
There were many kinds of counterfeiting of calligraphy and painting, one of which was to use the collotype printed matter to impersonate the real one.
Some refined collotype prints were vivid enough to make them look real. Those who didnât know the business quite well couldnât tell them from the real ones.
Marcus heard many such stories, so his first thought was this one might be a collotype one.
But after careful observation, it occurred to Marcus that Maximilian could not produce such a refined collotype print at all!
Not to mention that Maximilian just saw the fan painting today, even if he saw it a month earlier, he might not be able to produce such an exquisite one!
Marcus thought his values were about to collapse.
The more he looked at it, the more he felt dizzy.
Straightening his back and rubbing his eyes, Marcus looked at Maximilian unbelievably, âDid you really draw this? When can you draw?â
âUncle Marcus, it was really painted by Maximilian. I was watching him just now, and it was I who ground the ink for him.â Flora said proudly.
Marcus fell into silence. Opening the folding fan slowly with his right hand, he gave a look at the painting on the fan and then looked at the painting presented by Maximilian.
The more he looked, the more he felt the two paintings were exactly the same.
Victoria said in surprise, âTheyâre exactly the same. Maximilian, how did you do it?â
âWell, itâs an insignificant skill. In this way, I can prove that this fan painting is a fake.â Maximilian said tonelessly.
Preston was quite shocked and had no idea how Maximilian did it.
Preston strode towards Maximilian, took the painting in Maximilianâs hands suddenly and watched it carefully.
âAlthough I donât know how you copied this painting, but it doesnât mean anything! And it doesnât mean that my fan is a fake!â
After shouting angrily, Preston crumpled Maximilianâs painting into a ball and threw it on the ground.
âHow can you do that? You are so unreasonable!â Flora roared with anger.
Victoria bent down and picked up the painting, looking at Preston coldly.
âPreston, I didnât expect you to be such a man. I really regret giving you a hand that year.â
âVictoria! I am just so annoyed just now. I really didnât mean to. I try my best to select this one as a gift, but he...â
Preston looked at Maximilian, and didnât know how to go on. His behavior just now was improper and impolite.
Marcus made a fanning motion towards Maximilian and said, âMaximilian, do you have any other way to prove this is a fake?â
âYes.â Maximilian answered with confidence.
Preston gritted his teeth, âHow you prove it? If you can do it, I will call you dad upon seeing you from now on!â
âDonât make such a tough oath, or youâll embarrass yourself later.â Maximilian smiled at Preston.
Laura thought about it, feeling that Preston was the one who would send gifts to their family in the future, so theyâd better not make him embarrassed.
âMr. Preston, thereâs no need to be so. It doesnât matter whether itâs real or not. We have received your best wishes. We donât care about it. Marcus, right?â Then Laura nudged Marcus.
Marcus nodded and said instantly, âThatâs right. It doesnât matter. An old saying goes, a goose feather sent from a thousand miles away conveys affections and wishes. Even if the fan is not real, I like it very much.â
Prestonâs face darkened, feeling that he was humiliated today.
Even though Mr. and Mrs. Griffith didnât care about it, Preston did. He thought it was so disgraceful to send a faked gift!
âUncle, aunt, I am sorry if it is not the real one. Just let Maximilian testify it. If it is a fake, Iâll send you another gift.â
After saying that, Preston looked at Maximilian and said indignantly, âPlease tell me how you can prove it.â
âAre you sure you want me to testify it? Iâm afraid youâll be annoyed if I tell you how to prove it.â
âIâm magnanimous! Iâll never get angry. Just tell us!â