Wen Lan walked straight to the sofa and sat down, crossing her long and beautiful legs, and at the same time asked Qin Feng to sit next to her.
Seeing that he was being ignored, the white-faced man didn't say much, but looked at Qin Feng with a somewhat resentful look.
Only then did Mrs. Liu notice Qin Feng, and a flash of surprise flashed through the corners of her slender eyes: "Ah, Sister Lan, this is the first time I've seen you bring a man out."
She looked at Qin Feng curiously: "Young handsome guy, you're not bad. You can even win the first red rose in Southern Capital. Is there anything special about you?"
As she said that, she glanced between Qin Feng's legs without concealing it.
Qin Feng's face froze, and Wen Lan's magnetic voice sounded in his ears: "Okay Yingying, this is my younger brother, coming to see something with me, don't think too much about it."
"younger brother?"
Liu Yingying smiled charmingly and stared at Qin Feng with her charming eyes: "Little brother, tell me, what posture does your sister Lan like? She has been vacant for so many years, how many times does she need it in one night? Can you bear it?"
She laughed "giggle", her flower branches trembled, and her coquettish charm was fully displayed.
Qin Feng's ears felt a little hot. Are all these beautiful women so open-minded? This kind of question can be asked nakedly in front of people.
But before he could answer, the pretty girl next to Liu Yingying snorted: "He looks so thin, he definitely can't satisfy Sister Lan. I don't know what Sister Lan thinks about finding such a thin bamboo pole..."
"Did I let you speak?"
Liu Yingying leaned lazily on the sofa, not even looking at him: "I'm kneeling down honestly, and I didn't let you speak. If you talk nonsense again, I'll tear your mouth apart!"
The white-faced boy had an ugly face and shut up obediently. He just looked at Qin Feng with increasingly resentful eyes.
Qin Feng felt a little emotional. It is said that a woman's attitude changes faster than her changes. Today, she has experienced it.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and let's watch something."
Wen Lan maintained an elegant posture from beginning to end. Compared with Liu Yingying's charm, she was more dignified, but her figure was not bad at all. The aloofness she exuded inadvertently could arouse men's desire to conquer.
The old man who had been standing aside nodded repeatedly: "Yes, you two ladies, let's take a look at the painting first. This old man got it with great difficulty from a wealthy man in Beijing. I know you two like this, so I will take it back."
No one was informed at the first moment, so I called you two."
He walked forward, and Qin Feng noticed that there was a simple rosewood box on the table in front of him.
The old man stepped forward, put on his white gloves, carefully opened the wooden box, took out the scroll hidden inside, and slowly unfolded it on the table.
"Purple energy comes from the east."
The old man stood aside and introduced: "An authentic painting by the former Ming Dynasty master Dong Qichang in his later years. An authentic painting from his middle age was sold at Souby Auction for a sky-high price of 13 million last year. This painting has already been sold by Mrs. Liu."
I want to take away the price of 20 million..."
"Sister Lan, my sister came first, I'm really sorry."
Liu Yingying's temperament was like that of a witch, and she smiled softly and opened her mouth to Wen Lan.
"Twenty-five million."
Wen Lan only glanced at it and then retracted it, her tone was calm.
"thirty million."
Liu Yingying smiled charmingly, and when she glanced at Qin Feng, her long black stocking legs changed their posture slightly, and the gap in the middle made Qin Feng's blood spurt.
"Thirty-five million..." Wen Lan picked up the tea cup with eyes and spoke calmly.
Qin Feng was secretly surprised. He guessed that Wen Lan was rich, but he didn't expect that she was so rich. The price of tens of millions was the same as a few hundred yuan in her mouth, and she didn't care at all.
"Forty million."
Liu Yingying held her delicate and delicate chin in her hand, her charming eyes showing provocation.
"Fifty million."
Wen Lan directly doubled the price, not wanting to waste any more time.
"Sixty million."
Liu Yingying showed no sign of weakness, her red lips were frivolous.
"Seventy million……"
Wen Lan put down the water glass in her hand and was about to speak.
"This painting is fake."
An extremely discordant sound suddenly sounded in the room.
The bidding stopped suddenly, and four pairs of eyes turned to the person who spoke at the same time.
"What are you talking about?" The old man's eyes were cold and his tone was unkind.
Qin Feng didn't expect that the crowd would react so loudly. He touched his nose in embarrassment: "I just want to say, it's tens of millions. You don't want to see if the painting is real or fake, why are you just asking for it?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?!"
The old man was furious: "This is the Jade Manor. Do you dare to question whether the things that appear here are fake? Don't you want to live?"
Wen Lan also frowned slightly and said softly: "Xiao Feng, the things Mr. Fang handles cannot be fake. He is the number one antique appraisal expert in Nandu."
"That's right, Sister Lan, you, my little friend, seem to be unconvinced by the other party's skill."
Liu Yingying smiled as brightly as ever, causing waves to roll in her chest.
"It's just that a male favorite who doesn't know how to sit there obediently and serve his master dares to make rash comments about the affairs of Jade Manor. He deserves to be damned."
The pretty boy finally found an opportunity and ridiculed Qin Feng with disdain.
Mr. Fang also looked gloomy. If it weren't for the people brought by Wen Lan, Qin Feng would have been turned into a corpse long ago and thrown into the wilderness by talking nonsense in Jade Manor.
"I'll prove it to you."
A dark blue light flashed across Qin Feng's eyes.
This is the Nether Eye, the Eye of Regeneration, which was integrated into Qin Feng's body when the Human Emperor Sutra appeared in the body.
Youtong can see some things that ordinary people cannot see, and it is easier to use than a microscope.
However, Qin Feng is still a dabbler, so he cannot do real perspective, but it is enough to identify the authenticity of this painting.
Although it also consumed a lot of his mental energy.
"Crack!"
Qin Feng stood up and stepped forward, and his finger stopped at a precise spot in the scroll. The material of the painting was cloth. Qin Feng pressed his finger down, and when he lifted it up again, a thread had been pulled out.
It was a painting worth tens of millions, and Qin Feng was actually destroyed like this. However, without blinking an eyelid, he decisively pulled out a thin thread and threw it in front of Fang Zheng.
In fact, it is just a thread. Even if someone carefully identifies it, they will not pay attention to it.
"This is?"
"This is polyester, a synthetic material."
"There is polyester in your paintings from the pre-Ming Dynasty?" Qin Feng shook his head and asked.
"besides."
Under the shocked gazes of everyone in the room, Qin Feng suddenly picked up the scroll and tore it open from the middle with all his strength. A large amount of black powder actually spilled from the interlayer of the scroll onto the table.
"This is ground calcite mica, which is extremely emissive."
"If you hang this painting at home for as long as a month or as little as ten days, the people in the house will develop leukemia, or even blood cancer."
"besides!"
Qin Feng didn't give them a chance to react. He grabbed the rosewood box with one hand and the ancient knife on the shelf next to him with the other hand. The blade of the knife penetrated the gap. The moment he opened the head of the wooden box, a black
The shadow instantly flew out and fell to the ground.
The black electronic components, with a red light flashing in the middle, seemed to indicate the real purpose behind the transaction.
"Bugging device?"
Liu Yingying's pretty face was surprised. She reacted instantly and turned to look at Wen Lan opposite.
This thing was originally going to be given directly to Wen Lan, but it was only after she discovered it first that she became interested and competed with Wen Lan.
Sister Wen Lan's face was cold, her fingers were slightly clenched, and her rising and falling chest was brewing with anger.
"Crack!"
Qin Feng crushed the bug with his foot and stared at Fang Zheng: "Did you buy this painting in Shangjing?"
Fang Zheng hadn't come back to his senses yet. Hearing Qin Feng's question, he murmured and raised his head and said, "Yes, I bought it in Shangjing, but my subordinates went to Shangjing to get it and then brought it here..."
"Where is that person?" Qin Feng asked.
Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "It has nothing to do with him. After this thing was returned, I personally inspected it and brought it to the house with my own hands. You were not there at the time, so there was only..."
He was looking back.
"careful!"
Qin Feng's eyes darkened, he took out the ancient sword in his hand and shot it straight towards Liu Yingying!
Liu Yingying's beauty turned pale and she didn't react yet.
"puff!"
The ancient sword passed through an arm diagonally, and the young boy's action of holding the knife and holding Liu Yingying hostage was abruptly interrupted.
He glanced at his bleeding arm, glanced at Qin Feng and his eyes darkened. He reached back to his waist and pulled out a dark short gun.
"Xiao Feng! Be careful!"
Wen Lan shouted, and Qin Feng's expression also changed.
Seeing a gun for the first time in his life, he felt his heart skip a beat at this moment!
But in the flash of lightning, the white-faced man suddenly turned his gun, pointed it at Wen Lan, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
