Chapter 16: Was This a Fake

All people present looked at Jocelyn. Among them, most didn't know Jocelyn before. Hearing from others that she was the eldest daughter-in -law of Morrison family who was imprisoned three years ago, everyone was curious. The hall became quiet. Mr. Morrison looked at her with his meaningful eyes, "Do you understand painting and calligraphy?" Jocelyn looked at the painting and smiled, "Not much. But I have made a little more research on the calligraphy and painting of Mr. Hawk." Arthur Morrison showed a contemptuous look beside her but said nothing because there were so many guests present Jocelyn, a sorehead lady who was not spoiled at home, did she usually get in touch with antique paintings and calligraphy? She dared to show off in front of so may people. In order to attract others' attention, she even didn't care losing face. Mr. Morrison hesitantly to give up his position at the table and uttered two thick syllables, " Then, come and see." Jocelyn nodded and approached, "This is the Jason Hawk's painting 'Pine in the Sunshine', professionally speaking, 'Pine Pictures'." Her words immediately made Mr. Morrison gentle. Although the gap between professionals and non-professionals was not so big, but only the two words had already pointed out the mystery of the painting. "When Jason Hawk made this picture of mountain pine, he just became famous. In order to prevent the proliferation of counterfeit products, the pigment used in the eastern sunrise in his painting was made of powdered red perlite. The light reflected by the pigment particles under the sunlight just fell on a little squirrel in the left branch of the pine tree. Even if someone on the market imitated it, it would be impossible to do so, less alone to fully control the refraction of the light." "Hey? I think in this painting the light is on that squirrel?" Someone in the crowd asked, "That's true." Jocelyn shook her head and pointed to the position of the light refraction. "It's true that this light shines on the squirrel in this painting, but after so many years of weathering, red perlite should have been covered with a layer of dust. How can it refract light again?" After finishing speaking, everyone was stunned, and gradually someone nodded their head and agreed. The old man frowned and he raised his hand to touch the sun in the painting. His eyebrows wrinkled slightly, at the same time, he had made a decision. "Stan, put the picture away." He said calmly. Stan was so embarrassed that he was anxious to find a chink to infix. "Impossible." Monica looked grim and she looked at Jocelyn unhappily, "This is one of Jason Leonard's collections. How can he possibly collect a fake painting?" "Jason Leonard? The Chairman of Leonard Group's Consortium?" Jocelyn looked at her with a surprised look, "Didn't Mrs. Judd just say you have bought it from a businessman in Hong Kong ?" The reason why Jocelyn said that was only to prod Stan and Monica into action. Unexpectedly, Monica was so anxious that she got into her trap. At the moment that she realized she had made a mistake, Monica' face turned white immediately. The hall became noisy suddenly. Everyone knew that Jason Leonard, the chairman of Leonard Group's Consortium, was died in a fire. Everything in his family was blocked and left for estate settlement. Stan's fiancee was Jason Leonard's only daughter, Joanne Leonard. Why did his former father-in-law's collection appear here today? Mr. Morrison looked grim and he looked at Stan unhappily, then asked, "Stan, what do you mean by that?" "Grandpa, I just know you like this painting, so..." Jocelyn stood beside the old man and interrupted Stan, warning, "Mr. Judd, it doesn't matter whether the painting is true or not. It's just that us, the younger generation, want to show filial respect for the elder. Grandpa won't care too much about it. But if you get this painting in the wrong way and give it to Grandpa in this way, it will incur the mischief."