"Anyone's paintings could be fake, except for these few of mine, absolutely impossible!"
Second Master Feng declared confidently. This time the crows in the sky changed their line; instead of talking about counterfeits, they started directly with personal attacks.
"Idiot! Feng the Great Idiot! Duped and counting money for them! Truly a big fool!"
Second Master Feng was so angry that his hair braid almost stood up.
"Bring Gou Sheng's bird bow, I am going to shoot that bird today!"
"No need, truly no need, Second Master!" Seeing Second Master Feng rolling up his sleeves, Gou Sheng's father, Steward Cai, rushed forward to mediate.
The other guests followed suit in persuading him.
On this side, just as Second Master was fuming, in walked a young man from outside, wearing a whistle around his neck and dressed in a black brocade outfit.
A woman looks beautiful in mourning attire; a man looks handsome in black.