Fake painting?

Everyone looked at Han Jianfeng in surprise.

"fart!"

"I spent more than 300,000 yuan to get this painting from a prodigal son."

"Look at how big and round the sun is, how blue and deep the sea is."

"I also asked several experts, including the famous Ghost Eye Master, all of which said it was true."

Seeing a group of relatives questioning him, Han Jianfeng felt his scalp blowing: "They all say it's worth more than three million."

"Why is it fake when it comes to your mouth?"

"Ye Fei, I want you to apologize, apologize immediately."

He looked harsh and weak: "Otherwise it's not over."

"That's right, you can eat randomly, and you can't talk randomly."

Tang Fenghua also looked contemptuous: "You are a family man, what calligraphy and paintings do you know?"

The relatives who were shocked just now realized that they had been fooled by Ye Fei when they heard this.

How could he, a waste who was raised by the Tang family, understand these profound calligraphy and paintings?

If you are really capable, you don’t have to be a son-in-law to celebrate the joy.

"Ye Fei, if you don't understand, shut up and don't slander Jianfeng."

"Yes, don't look at what kind of person you are or what professional you are. Can you tell what is good or bad?"

"A person who can't even find a job is too embarrassed to say that calligraphy and paintings are fake?"

"Master Ghost Eye is the first person to appraise treasures. He said it seriously, that must be true."

The dozens of relatives all became restless and sarcastically ruthlessly at Ye Fei, with their voices particularly harsh.

Tang Ruoxue's pretty face was very embarrassing and she didn't even have the strength to scold her.

When will Ye Fei not be so useless?

She was exhausted.

Ye Fei's face remained calm: "Dad is an antique collector and has identified no-digital paintings."

"I'll let my dad take a look later, and you'll know if it's true or not."

Han Jianfeng's heart skipped a little, and hesitated for no reason.

In addition to Ye Fei's calmness, he also bought this painting not for 330,000 yuan, but for 30,000 yuan.

Although the other party repeatedly promised that it was true, he always felt that it was a bit illusory.

After all, it is too easy to pick up cheaply.

Now I feel a little more uneasy.

Is there really a problem with this painting?

"What's the point of arguing?"

At this time, a majestic woman came from the door and scolded: "What does it mean when it is a great day, what does it look like in the vegetable market?"

Lin Qiuling walked in with her husband Tang Sanguo.

A woman in her forties, but the years have not left too many traces on her face.

He has a beautiful appearance, white skin, and still has a feminine taste. If you don’t mention your age, you can easily be mistaken for being in your early thirties when you go outside.

It is rumored that Lin Qiuling was also a great beauty in China Sea when she was young, and her suitor could not count her hands and feet.

The appearance of the three sisters Tang Ruoxue inherited her.

However, she is a bold and domineering style and is the owner of a large clinic, so she is both a strong style both internally and externally.

Even Tang Sanguo obeyed her.

Therefore, as soon as Lin Qiuling came in, the audience was instantly quiet.

Han Jianfeng pointed at Ye Fei and complained: "Mom, it's not that I want to argue, it's Ye Fei's idiot who said the painting I bought for you was fake."

"Isn't this slandering my reputation?"

He looked aggrieved.

Ye Fei said lightly: "It was fake."

"Shut up, what do you know?"

Tang Ruoxue angrily pulled Ye Fei's sleeves and said, "Don't embarrass you, okay?"

Although she wanted Ye Fei to win some face for herself, as Han Jianfeng said, how could Ye Fei understand antique calligraphy and painting?

Lin Qiuling glanced at Ye Fei in disgust, took Tang Sanguo to the main seat and sat down: "Take the painting over."

Lin Qiuling pointed at Han Jianfeng with a finger: "Let me and your father see."

Tang Sanguo liked to collect antiques, and Lin Qiuling also learned some fur.

Han Jianfeng hurriedly handed over "The Moon on the Sea".

Tang Sanguo and Lin Qiuling took calligraphy and paintings and examined them carefully.

Three minutes later, Tang Sanguo muttered in Lin Qiuling's ear.

Lin Qiuling raised her head and glanced at Han Jianfeng.

The eyes were unhappy.

Han Jianfeng wanted to die, which clearly means fake calligraphy and paintings.

Tang Ruoxue also caught this look and felt happy. Could it be that Ye Fei really came to operate?

But Lin Qiuling's next words poured a basin of cold water on Tang Ruoxue.

"The calligraphy and paintings are real, and the works of Wu Daozi."

Lin Qiuling looked directly at Ye Fei and asked, "Ye Fei, you have shallow knowledge and accomplish nothing. Don't point fingers at antiques and make people laugh."

"You have slandered your brother-in-law's reputation and apologized to him with a cup of tea."

"Otherwise you don't go back to the Tang family."

Ye Fei was stunned. There was obviously something wrong with the calligraphy and paintings. With the attainments of Tang Sanguo and Lin Qiuling, it would definitely be obvious.

Han Jianfeng was also stunned, and then he was happy and understood.

"Dad, mom, if you look carefully, this painting is definitely fake..." Ye Fei wanted to explain, but Lin Qiuling interrupted sternly: "What's fake?"

"You mean, your father and I are old and have poor eyesight, so we can't even tell the truth or the false?"

"I said it's true, it's true."

She gave an order: "Apologize to your brother-in-law immediately."

Tang Fenghuazhi shouted to Ye Fei with a arrogant look: "Ye Fei, my mother says it's true, what else are you talking about?"

"Mom, don't be angry. Ye Fei is a waste. He pretends to be an expert in front of you and your father, and he doesn't know what to do."

"That's right, there's no need to worry about it."

"I just said, what calligraphy and paintings do family man know about family calligraphy?

It must be a slander of Jianfeng.”

The relatives laughed at Ye Fei again.

Han Jianfeng was full of energy: "Ye Fei, come over and apologize to me."

Ye Fei looked at Lin Qiuling with sharp eyes, and a hint of joking suddenly appeared on his face.

It’s not that she didn’t see it, but that she didn’t want to expose Han Jianfeng.

For her, Ye Fei was a son-in-law, while Han Jianfeng was the boss of a construction company and a promising son-in-law.

How could Lin Qiuling hurt Han Jianfeng's face because of him?

Tang Ruoxue's pretty face was gloomy: "Ye Fei, apologize."

Tang Fenghua snorted: “Don’t you apologize?

Do you want to make your parents angry?”

Ye Fei smiled, smiling brightly. So many people bullied him, it was really the original sin of the weak.

If it were before, Ye Fei would definitely bow his head and slap himself twice to apologize, but he didn't want to give in tonight.

Giving back will only make the other party more aggressive and hurt the people around you.

"Si" Ye Fei took a step forward, raised his fingers and pinched them.

The material of the painting is cloth. When I pinched it, there was a thread tip, and then Ye Fei pulled it suddenly.

"Crazy--" The painting, known as three million, was instantly destroyed by Ye Fei, and Tang Ruoxue and the others' faces changed drastically.

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

Ye Fei ignored everyone's eyes and pulled out a thin thread and threw it on the table.

"Nylon thread!"

“Artificial synthetic fibers!”

"Born in 1938!"

"Wu Daozi, who has been over for more than 700 years, came to draw it?"

The whole audience was silent.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Tang Fenghua also let out a sudden whistle, her mouth wide open, looking disbelief.

They originally wanted to see Ye Fei jokes, but Ye Fei slapped in the face simply and roughly.

Modern nylon threads appeared in paintings seven hundred years ago, and even fools knew that it was impossible.

A sword sealed the throat! Han Jianfeng's cheeks were burning and painful.

Lin Qiuling's face was also gloomy and ugly.

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

Seeing that a group of relatives despise her husband, Tang Fenghua couldn't help but take out Ye Fei's box.

Open.

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

"We are fooled by someone. We use it to celebrate our father's birthday at most disrespectful."

"But what about you?"

"If you use ginseng fruit as a gift for your father, or if you are a street stall product, you will eat it to death."

Tang Fenghua pointed at Ye Fei and cursed: "We are a hundred times better than your gift."

Han Jianfeng also directly put on his hat: "Ginseng fruit is so ugly, do you want to poison your dad?"

Everyone looked at the ugly and red ginseng fruit and accused Ye Fei of being malicious.

Tang Ruoxue frowned and pulled Ye Fei's sleeve: "Ye Fei, I'll apologize to mom."

Ye Fei did not apologize, but just pointed to ginseng fruit: "My mom and dad, do you think this is a street stall product?"

Tang Sanguo stared at the scrutiny, and suddenly his eyelids twitched and his eyes were shocked.

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

"They look ugly, the colors are bright and the smell is pungent."

Lin Qiuling stared at Ye Fei and shouted: "What is this not a street stall product?"

"On your birthday, do you think he has a long life?"

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

She defended Han Jianfeng.

The firepower instantly turned to Ye Fei.

Tang Ruoxue looked at Ye Fei angrily. Will this bastard make a big deal more embarrassing?

"Hear?"

Han Jianfeng grinned: "I'm fool, I want me to make a fool of myself, but I am not the one who embarrassed me in the end."

Ye Fei looked at Lin Qiuling and Tang Sanguo and asked, "My gift is really trash?"

"What's not garbage?"

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

Ye Fei was disappointed, was disappointed with the Tang family, and he no longer gave face.

He picked up the ginseng fruit and snapped it. While chewing it, he turned on his phone and threw a news on the screen: "At noon today, the annual rare treasure auction came to an end in the Fugui Hall of Zhonghai Wuzhou Hotel."

"A dragon-head ginseng fruit from Kunlun Mountain that is hard to see in a century has been sold at a sky-high price."

"Ms. Song Hongyan of Wuhu Group obtained it for three million..." On the screen, the host was passionate and not only played the pictures of the auction house, but also showed the ginseng fruit.

Ugly, red, shaped like a dragon head, just like what Ye Fei ate in his mouth.

Even the box code on the table is exactly the same as on TV, 9981... ginseng fruit?

Kunlun Mountain?

It's hard to see in a century?

Three million?

Everyone was completely stunned. Lin Qiuling grabbed her clothes tightly.
Chapter completed!