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Not only was Xu Wenhao shocked, even Qi Hengshu beside Lin Zhuo found it incredible.

He also didn't know where Lin Zhuo got the surveillance video. He found nothing when he went to look for it.

After retrieving the video, Lin Zhuo said, "why do I see that the artist of this painting is our Hengshu?"

Lin Zhuo's eyebrows curved, "hmm? Master Xu?"

The reporters nearby seemed even more excited than Xu Wenhao himself, and quickly arranged for the cameras around them to take pictures of everything. Whether they could get their year-end bonuses this year depended entirely on this!

"No! Impossible! This is synthetic! It is definitely synthetic!"

Xu Wenhao didn't believe it. He wanted Lin Zhuo to stop. He twisted his body hard and wanted to pounce on Lin Zhuo and strangle his neck, but he was pinned to the ground by Luo Su.

He was flopping on the ground like a dead fish, his face as hideous as a ghost.

Lin Zhuo seemed confident in response to Xu Wenhao's pale rebuttal: "If you don't believe it, you can check the video to see if it is a synthetic one."

This was not over yet. Lin Zhuo clapped his hands again, and the video on the screen changed.

On the screen, Xu Wenhao was sitting on a chair in the dean's office in an unreasonably manner, with his legs crossed on the table, while the dean that Qi Hengshu knew was standing respectfully beside Xu Wenhao.

Looking at this familiar scene and characters, Xu Wenhao was even more speechless.

Xu Wenhao really didn't expect that Lin Zhuo even got the surveillance footage of his transaction with the dean!

But Xu Wenhao couldn't understand it even more. He clearly deleted all of them and didn't even leave a backup.

That's why he had the confidence to shout that the video was synthesized.

Is he a monster? Where did he come from?

Xu Wenhao's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Lin Zhuo viciously, flapping his hands as if trying to tear him apart.

At this time, Xu Wenhao on the screen spoke arrogantly: "I want to use Qi Hengshu's painting to participate in the competition. Is there a problem?"

The dean had a flattering look on his face and rubbed his hands to indicate that these were all trivial matters. He then went on to say that how could a commoner like Qi Hengshu be compared with Xu Wenhao? As long as Xu Wenhao wanted, he would definitely handle it properly for Xu Wenhao.

Xu Wenhao was obviously satisfied with the dean's answer, so he stretched out his finger and made an eight to the dean: "After the matter is done, I will give you a card with eight million in it."

Hearing this, the dean smiled even more happily, nodded quickly to thank him, and then respectfully escorted Xu Wenhao out.

This is what makes Xu Wenhao feel even more frightened.

The layout of the office in the video and the conversation between him and the dean were exactly the same as he remembered.

Even if Xu Wenhao were asked to re-enact the scene himself, he might overlook some details.

In other words, what Lin Zhuo released was really the surveillance footage from that year!

How is this possible?!

"Eight million. Master Xu is really generous." Qi Hengshu sneered: "Why didn't he think of giving me, the client, some of it?"

"The person involved?" A reporter nearby reacted quickly and handed the microphone to Qi Hengshu: "Excuse me, who are you?"