My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy
Chapter 560 The Real Picasso

While Jocelyn, the other bodyguards, as well as Hanish and the couple, gathered around Charles and waited quietly.

After carefully looking around the bronze mirror, Charles soon found a blackened glue mark in a crevice.

Seeing this, Charles's fat face immediately revealed a satisfied smile, "Sure enough, it's two bronze mirrors stuck together."

With those words, he impatiently picked up the dissolver he had on hand and began to carefully dip a cotton swab into it and apply it to the gap at the edge of the mirror.

After a short while, he then picked up a toothpick and carefully placed it where the glue marks had originally been found, sticking the tip into it.

Sure enough, the tip of the toothpick enters a small piece and the edge of the bronze mirror, a larger gap appears.

Charles smiled gratefully and pried the bronze mirror open directly.

The next second, in the middle of the bronze mirror, the painting presented itself to the crowd.

At this time, all those present were stunned.

Jocelyn was the only one who was calm and collected throughout.

Looking at the group of people who had originally dismissed her as a fool, Jocelyn smiled.

"This actually has something in it?!" Hanish excitedly pointed at the piece, his eyes full of incredibility.

He then subconsciously tried to reach for the piece of paper to see what it was.

Intuition tells him that this is definitely a very valuable painting.

Otherwise it could not have been hidden so tightly.

As his hand was about to touch the painting, Charles reached out and blocked his hand, "Since this is no longer yours, you are not qualified to touch it." Surprisingly, Hanish was dumbfounded.

"Miss Murphy, come and open it yourself." said Charles, looking at Jocelyn respectfully.

Jocelyn lift up one of the bronze mirrors.

An unpublished portrait of a woman by Picasso crashed into the crowd.

When everyone saw that the painting was signed "Picasso", they all choked.

Even Charles, at this moment, was choking! Is it actually a Picasso work?

"Picasso... is it actually the great painter Picasso? That Picasso who can sell a real painting for as much as 200 million." Hanish was completely shocked.

"How could this happen? How could something like this be hidden inside such an insignificant fake medieval bronze mirror? This time, this woman is rich!" The eyes of the onlookers were all filled with desire for that painting.

"How did this happen? I always thought that the bronze mirror was the most ordinary junk goods, but I never thought that there was something of great value hidden inside. Could it be a fake? Picasso's works, now we already know, all collected into the private collections of various collectors. The rest are all fakes." Hanish added.

He would have liked it to be a forgery, so that he would not have felt so psychologically disillusioned.

Charles smiled, picked up the magnifying glass, looked seriously at the fiction stretched out in Jocelyn's hand, and said, "Sorry, this is really the real Picasso."

Hanish was completely dumbfounded and subconsciously took a step backwards, how could this be true?

"A real Picasso!! I never thought that in my lifetime, I would actually be able to see a real Picasso painting!!!" The onlooker boss muttered to himself and stared blankly at the picture, unable to resist taking a few steps forward.

"That's right. What a surprise." Hanish is now on the verge of tears.

"Miss Murphy, this painting at least can be sold for 200 million, or even if more, several hundred million is also possible. Picasso's works is not available for sale. As long as you want to sell it, there will be people who will buy it for any amount of money." Charles looked at Jocelyn and added.

Once again, Hanish felt that he was about to suffocate.

In the next second, he raised his hand and smacked himself twice across the face, "I'm stupid!"

With those words, he stomped his foot hard.

"Hanish, based on antique business rules, you can't go back on what you've sold." Charles said again.

Hanish didn't say a word, just looked at the authentic Picasso painting in near despair.

In his mind, a voice kept shouting on a desperate loop, "You lost 200 million!"

"I was secretly happy and thought I'd met a fool, not realizing that I was the fool myself!" Hanish once again muttered to himself, already completely unaware of paying attention to the wording. He was really going crazy.

But that's all hundreds of thousands and he doesn't feel too much about it yet.

But now that's 200 million!!! With this 200 million, why does he still need to open an antique shop? Take his wife and go out for a trip, doesn't it sound good?

200 million can buy many houses in Flento City?

"How did you also see, Charles, that there was something wrong with this bronze mirror?" Jocelyn asked.

Charles smiled, "It should be the same as you, feel the bronze mirror abnormal in thickness and size, like there is something hidden inside." Charles added. Jocelyn's mouth grew into a smile, "Charles, you really have a good vision."

Hanish, "The one with the least vision is me."

Charles scratched his head in embarrassment, "Not a big deal."

"Charles, friend me in WeChat." Jocelyn added.

Jocelyn put the real Picasso away and handed it to the bodyguard next to her.

She took out her phone and added Charles as a friend in WeChat.