Chapter 133 Examining Authenticity

“Thank you.”

Zayn placed the painting flat on the table. He made note of the canvas material being very worn. It looked quite old. The linen canvas had yellowed with age, but the material was thick and rough. The oil paint was dried and hardened, giving it the effect of being painted from a past century.

Judging from the material, there were no weak points.

Moreover, the piece of artwork was painted with cubism in mind. A layman would have no way of telling the real from the fake.

In fact, even an art lover would have a hard time recognizing it was forged. Anyone who could confirm it to be a counterfeit was certainly a connoisseur.

It was such a waste that Zayn specialised in such a niche field. As a young boy, he was pressured by his father into pursuing cultured pastimes such as music, chess, and painting. It also helped that he was exceptionally gifted in the arts. Combined with his honed skills and dedicated training, an average expert was no match for a prodigy like himself.