Zhao Ce ignored them and turned to the person he had just spoken.

"Brother Lu, how dare you ask what you said just now, but it's true?"

The man who was called Brother Lu replied in a daze: "Ah? What are you talking about?"

Zhao Ce said: "Luqi is made of 60 years of tung wood and ocad wood, this sentence."

Mr. Lu nodded quickly: "Of course it's true."

"Our Lu family is a home for professional poetry and zithers, so we are naturally quite knowledgeable about zithers."

Zhao Ce nodded: "That's right."

"So, Miss Cai, your piano is fake."

As soon as these words were spoken, the people present were in an uproar.

"Fake?"

"Why is it just fake?"

Cai Pingle's face turned red again, and this time he was angry.

She said angrily: "Even if you are a noble court, you cannot speak ill like this!"

"My lady's piano was given by my aunt, so how could it be fake?"

Zhao Ce said "tsk".

"It's a blessing that Miss Cai, you still say that you are good at piano skills and understand more about piano."

"But I can't even recognize the fake piano."

"Do you know the annual ring?"

"Year rings?" Cai Pingle repeated in confusion.

Zhao Ce spread his hands: "Not bad, annual rings."

"Your piano is fake, the body of the piano is just made of ten years of wood."

“Fake is fake.”
Chapter completed!