Chapter 900 - 894: Proving Identity 3

Chapter 900: Chapter 894: Proving Identity 3

Vincent Ford himself was present, of course he knew, and nodded, quietly listening to him continue.

Aaron Jennings continued: "I have had the privilege of seeing this painting once. The technique is intricate and complex, and no one can mimic it. Even a master must copy the original, and the replica would have vast differences from the original. If you can paint an exact replica without the original, then it will prove you are Mr. Castle."

After speaking, everyone fell silent.

The world of painting and calligraphy was very familiar with this "Stream and Clouds Landscape."

It’s an elevation that ordinary people almost cannot reach, like a fairyland within the painting. Looking at it once can make one immerse into it.

But this is just a legend. Few present here were lucky enough to witness it.

Seeing Vincent Ford remain silent, the old man sneered coldly: "This painting is the most beautiful one in my heart. If you cannot do it, don’t insult Mr. Castle."

Aaron Jennings internally heaved a sigh of relief.

As long as it’s proven that he is not Mr. Castle, no one will know the provenance of his painting.

Thinking like this, the fear in his eyes vanished.

Ryan Lane also nodded after listening: "Indeed, Mr. Ford, since you need to prove your identity, the venerable old man also feels painting Mr. Castle’s famous ’Stream and Clouds Landscape’ is more appropriate."

While everyone whispered amongst themselves, Vincent Ford laughed, as if laughing at others’ ignorance.

His charming eyes had a mix of three parts modesty and seven parts talent, as he looked at Aaron Jennings and smiled: "Do you have top quality paper and ink?"

What!???

Everyone was stunned, eyes wide, looking at him with disbelief.

Even the confident Aaron Jennings was stilled, for quite a while, before voicing his doubt: "You... How dare you?"

Ryan Lane and Johnny Winslow, however, were extremely excited.

Vincent Ford actually agreed, could he truly be Mr. Castle?

Some of the fans’ expressions gradually faded, lacking the previous certainty.

The two old men who had always belittled Vincent Ford looked at each other, feeling chaotic in the wind.

Aiden Shaw looked at Aaron Jennings, who was only a few steps away from him, and the certainty that was in his thoughts vanished instantly.

While he didn’t know what the past of sixteen years was exactly like, he knew her character well.

A person like Aaron Jennings, even if talented, could not possibly win her favor.

Vincent Ford’s voice remained calm as he asked him: "Don’t you have it?"

"You..."

He interrupted Aaron Jennings, saying softly: "If not, I can have someone fetch it."

Ryan Lane said: "I have it, I will have someone prepare it immediately."

It’s known that even those who can replicate that painting are rare in the world, let alone promising an exact replica. He was inwardly excited.

Vincent Ford smiled politely: "Thank you."

Aaron Jennings was growing anxious: "Master, I..."

Ryan Lane patted his shoulder lightly: "Alright, if he can’t paint it, I will get justice for you."

Aaron Jennings’s expression was flustered. At this moment, his mind was in chaos, the situation had developed to an irrecoverable state.

But now, he could only brace himself and continue.

Tiana Thorne leaned against the leather seat, her eyes filled with amusement, waiting for the drama to unfold.

Ten minutes later.

The paper, brush, and ink were all ready, set up in the middle of the hall.

Vincent Ford began painting, with everyone gathered around, holding their breath, staring at the pristine white paper.

Even those two old men focused intently, prepared to watch his blunder.