When we arrived at the art gallery, it was full of people and we stood out rather oddly from the moment we walked in.
After stepping in, some guests had approached Jordan so we decided to look around.
The art gallery had a vintage European architectural style to it. The hall was spacious with a tall ceiling that is adorned with designs from several historical periods in time, adding a lot of charm to the entire room. This added an extra layer of mystery to the oil paintings that were hanging on the walls.
Walking past the central hall, Aaron stopped and stared at the painting of the Mona Lisa. He squinted his eyes and pondered, "Look, do you think this is authentic?"
"I guess." I blurted out without thinking, "All the guests here must either be rich or powerful. Besides, Jordan's family is quite powerful. There's no need to produce a fake one just to show off." "What do you think?" Aaron asked Hendrix.
"It can be real, but it can also be fake." Hendrix said indifferently, "The oil painting itself is worthless, it's the people's enthusiasm which makes it valuable. In a way, devoting the artist's life experience and feelings into his works is an excellent marketing strategy."
"I'm not talking about business here. I'm asking you about the authenticity of this painting." Aaron had put his coat back on and placed both of his hands in his pockets. He suddenly sounded very serious.
Hendrix sneered. He bent down to pick Aurelia up and said casually, "The more people who believe in it's authenticity, the more authentic it will be."
He then carried Aurelia away to look at the other paintings.
Aaron and I looked at each other and shrugged, speechless.
What Hendrix had said was reasonable. The art industry was very complicated. It was similar to stocks and gambling, both were high- risk investments. Losing everything from it was a common occurrence.
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