"Puff... puff..." A sharp butt sound rang out, and a strong smell suddenly spread. The smell of rotten eggs made everyone present cough and hurriedly covered their noses.

"Grass..." A hint of anger flashed in Lin Jiawei's eyes. Damn, this is a embarrassment! "Lin Jiawei, isn't it good for you to do this?"

Han Mu curled a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "My mother didn't offend you, right? Why would you give her a bunch of smelly and loud farts?"

"Damn..." Lin Jiawei wanted to scold Han Mu, but looking at everyone's contemptuous gaze, he just wanted to find a hole to crawl into it at this moment.

"Okay, let's talk about the serious matter, Jiawei, what are you going to give to Aunt Wang?"

Wang Juan still attaches great importance to Lin Jiawei and asked as if nothing had happened.

But the next moment, the strong smell of butt was sucked into her nose, making her cough and tears burst out.

Wang Juan's appearance made Lin Jiawei feel extremely embarrassed. He was about to ask the waiter to open the window for ventilation, but he saw the waiter covering his nose with disgust. He had no choice but to walk to open the window by himself. However, he didn't know what was going on, so he farted with just one step... "Wow, Lin Jiawei, are you equipped with an accelerator on your butt?

Let one step at a time, let one string at a time."

As soon as Han Mu said this, he burst into laughter.

A cunning flashed in Han Mu's eyes. Lin Jiawei's farting was his constant attack. He originally wanted Lin Jiawei to incontinence directly, but when he thought about it, he felt a little disgusting.

"Lin Jiawei, if you feel uncomfortable, you can go back first."

Xue Qingyan could no longer hold it back and felt that he had fallen into a cesspool.

"Ahem, I'm fine."

Lin Jiawei felt much better. He took out a simple yellowed calligraphy and painting from his bag, raised his head proudly, and smiled: "I know Aunt Wang, you like collecting antiques very much. You are an expert in this regard, so I specially prepared a famous painting for you, Wu Daozi's "Huashan Tu".

As soon as these words were said, everyone was uproar! Wu Daozi was a well-known painter in the Tang Dynasty. His fame and artistic level were very high. It is not an exaggeration to describe his works as famous paintings.

I saw that the landscape painting had been framed with glass, and used a relatively abstract method to depict the towering and majestic Huashan Mountain. When I looked closely, I really had the style of a famous artist.

"I remember that at an auction in Yanjing last year, Wu Daozi's "Bird Watching Picture" sold for a sky-high price of 5 million yuan. It seems that the value of this landscape painting will not exceed this price."

"Wu Daozi is a terrifying existence known as the Saint of Painting. This work is indeed Wu Daozi's style. It seems that the original work is gone.

With the name of Painting Saint, I dare say that this painting will become more and more valuable in the future. If it is hyped up, it may be sold at a sky-high price of tens of millions!”

Everyone's tone was full of envy.

Xue Qingyan frowned slightly. In this way, the value of this painting will not be less than five million. Did Lin Jiawei give it to Wang Juan like this?

Wang Juan’s father is a professional antique, and she also has good identification skills. Wang Juan carefully looked at it and immediately smiled and said, “Jiawei, you are so amazing that you actually collect such a famous painting that has been passed down from generation to generation.

But the aunt couldn't afford such a valuable gift..." "This painting is fake."

Before Lin Jiawei could be proud, Han Mu shook his head and said, "There are obvious traces of old-fashioned paintings, but they are imitated very well. If they are not experts, they should not be able to see them."

As soon as these words were said, Lin Jiawei slapped the table suddenly, pointed at Han Mu and said sternly: "Aunt Wang said it is true, but you still dare to say it is false?"

Han Mu, are you questioning Aunt Wang’s ability to identify?

I think you are jealous and say it's fake!"

Wang Juan frowned and said, "Han Mu, just be your mute, don't talk!"

Lin Jiawei thought about Wang Juan saying this, and Han Mu would not bet anymore, so he handed the painting to Wang Juan and said with a smile: "Aunt Wang, happy birthday, I wish you 18 years old every year."

This blessing made Wang Juan smile like a flower. She knew that Lin Jiawei was planning to marry Xue Qingyan, so she smiled and nodded. Just as she was about to accept this famous painting worth millions, Han Mu said: "Mom, this painting was placed in the tomb for the purpose of getting rid of it. It is very evil. If you take it home, you may be afraid something will happen..." Han Mu has inherited all the experience and abilities of his ancestors in its original form. He can be said to be an absolute big shot in identifying antiques.

But no one believed him. Lin Jiawei shouted angrily: "Han Mu, what's going on with you today? Just forget it if you don't have money to give gifts yourself, what does it mean to throw dirty water on me?

Believe it or not, I will ask you to eat shit in the cesspool!"

Xue Qingyan picked up the wine glass and poured the red wine on Han Mu's face, and said coldly: "If you talk nonsense, get out!"

Xue Qingyan doesn't like Lin Jiawei either, but Lin Jiawei is also giving gifts to Wang Juan, so he can't let Han Mu talk so randomly.

"Bang!"

Wang Juan suddenly stood up, slapped Han Mu with her backhand, and said sternly: "Useless things, I'm annoyed when I see you!"

"Han Mu, you disappointed me today. People can be incompetent, but it is best not to cause trouble."

Father-in-law Xue Guozheng said coldly.

Covering the palm prints on his face, Han Mu felt extremely bitter. He took out a piece of rice paper from his briefcase he bought for twenty yuan on Pinduoduo, and smiled awkwardly: "Mom, this is the gift I have prepared for you."

"Han Mu, are you a waste also ready to draw?

Could it be bought from a street stall for ten yuan, right?”

Lin Jiawei curled a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Han Mu ignored Lin Jiawei and slowly unfolded the rice paper. This was also a landscape painting, but it was very rough. Compared with Lin Jiawei's painting, it was simply garbage.

"Han Mu, you're enough!"

Lin Jiawei raised his eyebrows and shouted sternly: "You painted this landscape painting yourself, right?

The painting skills are despicable and rough, and the paper is new. Do you dare to show off such a garbage item?

Don't you really think you are embarrassed?"

Han Mu wiped the red wine on his face with a tissue and smiled calmly: "The value of this painting will not be less than five million, which is far better than Lin Jiawei's fake painting."

"Ha, your gift is too expensive, I can't afford it. Take it back and honor your father."

Wang Juan said indifferently.

"Mom..." Han Mu wanted to say something else, and when he saw Xue Qingyan glaring at him coldly, he could only shut up.

"My uncle is coming, I'll go downstairs to pick it up."

After Xue Guozheng finished speaking, he got up and left.

"Han Mu, you should throw away this piece of garbage. I feel ashamed of you!"

Lin Jiawei looked at Han Mu with disdain, "Or you just go and sit with a piece of shit for dinner. I feel disgusting and have no appetite."
Chapter completed!