Ye Fan smiled brightly. With so many people bullying him, it was really the original sin of the weak.

In the past, Ye Fan would have bowed his head and slapped himself twice to apologize, but he didn't want to give in anymore tonight.

Giving in will only allow the other party to gain more ground, and will also cause harm to those around you.

"Zi——"

Ye Fan took a step forward, raised his fingers, and pinched.

The material of the painting is cloth. With this pinch, a thread suddenly appeared, and then Ye Fan pulled it sharply.

"Wow--"

The painting that was said to cost three million was instantly destroyed by Ye Fan, and Tang Ruoxue and the others' expressions changed dramatically.

Han Jianfeng was furious: "Ye Fan, what are you doing?"

Ye Fan ignored everyone's gaze and directly pulled out a thin string and threw it on the table.

"nylon thread!"

"Synthetic fibers!"

"Born in 1938!"

"Wu Daozi, who was more than seven hundred years old, traveled through time and painted this?"

The whole place was completely silent.

Everyone was dumbfounded for a moment.

Tang Fenghua also made a loud noise, her mouth opened wide, with a look of disbelief on her face.

They originally wanted to see Ye Fan's joke, but they were simply and roughly slapped in the face by Ye Fan.

Modern nylon thread appears in paintings from seven hundred years ago. Even a fool knows that it is impossible.

Seal the throat with one sword!

Han Jianfeng's cheek was burning and painful.

Lin Qiuling's face was also gloomy and ugly.

"Even if this painting is fake, it's still a hundred times better than your ginseng fruit."

Seeing all the relatives despising her husband, Tang Fenghua couldn't help herself and took out Ye Fan's box.

Open.

She poured out the ginseng fruit and slapped it on the table.

"Our fake painting was deceived. It would be disrespectful to use it to celebrate my dad's birthday."

"But what about you?"

"If you give ginseng fruit as a gift to dad, it's still a street vendor, and you'll eat it to death."

Tang Fenghua pointed at Ye Fan and cursed: "Compared to your gift, we are a hundred times better."

Han Jianfeng also directly criticized it: "The ginseng fruit is so ugly, do you want to poison dad to death?"

Everyone looked at the ugly red ginseng fruit and accused Ye Fan of having bad intentions.

Tang Ruoxue frowned and pulled Ye Fan's sleeve: "Ye Fan, please apologize to mom."

Ye Fan did not apologize, but pointed at the ginseng fruit: "Mom and Dad, do you also think this is a street stall product?"

Tang Sanguo stared at it carefully, and suddenly his eyelids twitched, showing shock.

He was about to stand up and shout, but Lin Qiuling held him back.

"It looks ugly, is red in color, and smells pungent."

Lin Qiuling stared at Ye Fan and shouted: "What is this if it's not a street stall product?"

"You gave this to your father on his birthday, because you think he has a long life?"

Lin Qiuling scolded her sternly: "Your brother-in-law is right, no matter how bad the fake painting is, it is still better than your vicious heart."

She protected Han Jianfeng.

The firepower instantly turned to Ye Fan.

Tang Ruoxue looked at Mark angrily, was this bastard going to make a big fuss and make herself even more embarrassed?

"Did you hear me?"

Han Jianfeng laughed ferociously: "You idiot, if you want me to make a fool of myself, I won't be the only one to be embarrassed in the end."

Ye Fan looked at Lin Qiuling and Tang Sanguo and asked, "Is this gift of mine really rubbish?"

"What is it if it's not trash?"

Tang Fenghua's pretty face turned cold: "In my opinion, it's worse than trash."

Ye Fan was disappointed and disappointed with the Tang family, so he stopped giving face.

He picked up the ginseng fruit and cracked it open. While chewing it, he turned on his phone and threw a piece of news on the screen:

"Today at noon, the annual auction of rare treasures ended successfully at the Fugui Hall of China Overseas Continental Hotel."

"A rare leading ginseng fruit from the Kunlun Mountains sold for a sky-high price."

"Ms. Song Hongyan from Wuhu Group acquired it for three million..."

On the screen, the host was impassioned, not only playing the scene of the auction house, but also showing the ginseng fruit.

Ugly, red, shaped like a dragon head, just like what Ye Fan eats in his mouth.

Even the code on the box on the table is exactly the same as the one on the TV, 9981...

Ginseng fruit?

Kunlun Mountains?

Hard to see in a hundred years?

three million?

Everyone was completely stunned

Lin Qiuling clutched her clothes tightly.
Chapter completed!