The Poulton Family Head laughed when he saw this.
He was not surprised by the outcome in the slightest.
"Ha! Heaven is on my side!" Poulton's eyes gleamed. "I was worried that woman Hua Yingrou would keep the boy tied to her. This is wonderful news."
Considering what a scheming, grasping woman Hua Yingrou was, it was a miracle she had not ruined Hua Jian.
"This is perfect. With nothing holding him back, Hua Jian can truly become my son. Only then can he become a worthy heir to the Pulton Family."
Hua Jian had no idea that a casually sent message had delighted the Poulton Family Head.
A few days later, Jiang Ruiming called Hua Jian.
"Haha, Hua Jian, where exactly did you get that painting?"
"Do you remember Mr. Sun, who visited the gallery? Thankfully, he helped us with the brushwork authentication this time."
"We've confirmed that his small painting of a figure seen from behind and yours were painted by the same person."
"Hua Jian, who's the child in your painting?"
"Hua Jian? Hua Jian, are you still listening?"
Hua Jian came back to himself. "I'm listening, Director Jiang."
"Now that the authentication is finished, I may visit a few old friends before returning to the Imperial Capital in a few days. Mr. Sun happens to still be in Sea City, so I'm planning to stop there on the way and see the places where my senior, Yishuang, once lived."
Jiang Ruiming was delighted. Besides authenticating the brushwork, he had learned from Mr. Sun about some of the places his senior Yishuang had lived.
Perhaps he could find more of Yishuang's surviving works in Sea City.
"Director Jiang, I'd like to visit Sea City too. I'll make arrangements here and meet you there."
After hanging up, Hua