Feng Ruixiang only took one glance and recognized that this painting was not the one he originally gave to Mr. Chen.

This is a fake painting!

Then who gave this painting?

It was actually displayed in the Guohua Exhibition Hall. It seemed that everyone regarded it as a real painting.

While Feng Ruixiang was stunned, Jiang Guomin talked endlessly about the painting, including its origin, "Master Feng, this painting is a birthday gift from Xiao Gao. It is worth a lot of money. Please give it to me."

Palm eyes, take a look?"

Xiao Gao? Gao Yang!

Feng Ruixiang looked at Gao Yang, who was smiling in front of him, with a strange expression. He looked very proud.

It’s just that he was very rude to Mr. Chen just now!

In this way, Feng Ruixiang already had a plan in mind.

Gao Yang, you are finished!

I want to teach you a lesson for Mr. Chen!

Feng Ruixiang walked to the display window seriously and looked at it carefully.

In the eyes of everyone, this scene felt extremely solemn and mysterious.

This is Master Feng, a very famous collector in Shangjiang City.

He treated Tang Bohu's "Spring Mountain Companions" with such solemnity. It was definitely an authentic work and was worth a lot of money!

Jiang Guomin stood beside Feng Ruixiang, as respectful as a primary school student, with uncontrollable pride and pride on his face.

He even began to imagine that his collecting reputation in Shangjiang City would skyrocket in the future.

Thinking of this, he liked Gao Yang even more and nodded towards him.

Gao Yang naturally beamed when he saw Uncle Jiang being so happy, and proudly raised his chin towards Chen Ping in the corner.

Chen Ping also smiled faintly, then lowered his head and played with his mobile phone.

What to do?

Naturally, he arranged work for Amelia Su.

"Su Qing, check where to buy Harleys nearby. I'll go buy a car in a few days and replace all of our company's battery cars with Harleys."

The content of Chen Ping's text message was very simple, but very rude.

Su Qing, who was working in the company at the moment, wore a white shirt on her upper body and a black skirt on her lower body. Her legs were as smooth as baby skin. She was wearing black stilettos. She looked at the text message with a look of astonishment and hurriedly replied: "Boss, are you?

Are you saying that all the battery cars delivered to our company will be replaced by Harleys?”

Su Qing felt like the world was spinning, and she realized for the first time that Chen Ping was not an ordinary rich person!

A Harley costs tens of thousands at least, and a good one costs more than ten or two hundred thousand.

There are hundreds of people in the entire company, which costs tens of millions!

Chen Ping, what is his identity?

To be so rich...

"Well, contact me quickly. It's best to make an appointment first. I don't want to be in trouble then."

After replying to this text message, Chen Ping put away his phone and sat aside and watched quietly.

Feng Ruixiang's every move attracted the attention of everyone in the exhibition hall.

Some people have even begun to praise Jiang Guomin, which made Jiang Guomin very happy.

"Master Feng, how are you? What is the current price of this authentic painting of Tang Bohu on the market?" Seeing that Feng Ruixiang had finished reading, Jiang Guomin couldn't wait to ask with a smile on his face.

Feng Ruixiang pondered for a moment, and everyone became nervous following his expression.

"Look, Master Feng has become serious. This picture is amazing!"

"I bet at least eight million!"

While everyone was chatting, Feng Ruixiang said in a deep voice: "Mr. Jiang, I think this painting is worth something..."

"Hahaha!" Jiang Guomin couldn't help laughing.

However, the second half of Feng Ruixiang's sentence directly caused Jiang Guomin's laughter to stop suddenly, and he coughed several times out of breath.

"One hundred yuan." Feng Ruixiang's voice spread throughout the exhibition hall.

One...hundred yuan?!

Jiang Guomin was dumbfounded, and a group of people were also stunned.

Gao Yang's face was the most astonished.

I spent more than two million to buy it, but it’s only worth a hundred yuan?

Is there any mistake?

Is this fucking Master Feng?

Fake it!

"Master Feng, please don't be joking. This is Tang Bohu's "Spring Mountain Companion", an authentic work!" Jiang Guomin also had cold sweat on his forehead, and he emphasized the word "authentic" very hard.

Feng Ruixiang laughed twice and explained: "Then let me tell you, this painting is fake."

Fake!

All of a sudden, everyone in the exhibition hall was shocked.

It’s actually fake!

"Impossible! How could this be fake? Several of us saw it last time and it was real." Jiang Guomin defended, "Although I am not as famous as Master Feng, I can still tell whether the painting is genuine or fake.

It’s obvious, how could this be fake?”

Feng Ruixiang knew that the other party would not believe it, so he looked at the painting and began to analyze it on the spot.

"This painting can almost look real. It doesn't matter if you can't tell. However, if you look carefully, the lines and images of these characters are not full enough, and there are obvious gaps in the lines and colors. This is a defect repaired by the machine. It is very subtle. Most people do

I can’t tell…”

Everyone in the exhibition hall suddenly understood after listening to Feng Ruixiang's explanation.

"It turns out it's a fake painting! Jiang Guomin, you are too deceptive."

"That's right. After working on it for a long time, I made a fake painting and showed it to us. What is it!"

Suddenly, the crowd's dissatisfaction dissipated, and Jiang Guomin's face was also full of shame and nervousness.

How could it be fake?

How is that possible!

Gao Yang stood on the side, frowning, and glanced at Chen Ping in the corner.

Suddenly, he pulled Jiang Guomin's arm and whispered softly: "Uncle Jiang, is it possible that Chen Ping picked up the wrong painting?"

Got the wrong one?

Jiang Guomin immediately woke up.

It must be yes, Chen Ping must have picked it up by mistake!

Soon after, Jiang Guomin ignored the scoldings of the crowd and walked up to Chen Ping. He slapped him again and shouted angrily: "Chen Ping, did you bring that fake painting of yours?!"

Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me?"

Jiang Guomin was very angry. It was difficult for him to hold a solo exhibition, and he was counting on this to increase his reputation.

But it's good now that there has been such a big misunderstanding.

It's so embarrassing.

After all, he, Jiang Guomin, is somewhat famous in the circle.

Therefore, all his anger was vented on Chen Ping.

When Feng Ruixiang saw this scene, he was immediately furious and wanted to step forward to stop him, but Chen Ping just gave him a cold look.

Then, Chen Ping said hurriedly: "I'm sorry, Dad, I took it by mistake. I'll go back and get it again."

"Hurry up and go!" Jiang Guomin was furious, and the corners of his eyes became cold.

How could I have such a useless son-in-law!

Gao Yang stood behind Jiang Guomin, with a cold smile full of provocation.

Seeing Chen Ping running out, Gao Yang continued to turn his back on him and said, "Uncle Jiang, I see, Chen Ping must have done this on purpose. He is dissatisfied with you. You are his father-in-law after all, and he actually let you do this."

It’s embarrassing on such an important occasion, it’s just…”

"Huh! He is just a loser. When I go back, I will let Jiang Wan divorce him!"

Jiang Guomin directly interrupted Gao Yang's words, full of anger.
To be continued...