Zhang Jiangang was furious: "When was it your turn to speak here?"
Yang Hui didn't bother to curl her lips: "He comes from a rural area and he knows antiques? I'm afraid he doesn't even know who the most powerful Tang Bohu is, right?"
"You're such a loser, you really treat yourself like a dish."
After learning that those real estate certificates were not Qin Feng's own at all.
After just running errands for others and relying on the powerful figure behind him, the couple looked down upon Qin Feng even more.
In their eyes, Qin Feng has been like this for the rest of his life.
It's hard to make a difference.
"This painting is a copy of a work by the Qing Dynasty painter Wu Kai in his later years."
"Wu Kai has been painting all his life and was deeply influenced by Tang Bohu, a great master who also came from Suzhou. He painted mountains and trees all his life and vowed to surpass Tang Bohu and become his own school."
Qin Feng said calmly: "In my entire life, I have never been able to paint a work that can compare with Tang Bohu's works."
"He was troubled by this, especially in his later years. He entered a state of madness and became completely obsessed. He was unable to paint a finished painting for several years."
"This painting was made by him on his deathbed, full of unwillingness and resentment, exhausting all his efforts, copying Tang Bohu's painting of strange trees in the mountains, stroke by stroke."
"It is also the painting in which he was at the peak of his life and the one in which he devoted the most energy."
"After finishing the painting, he suddenly realized the gap between himself and Tang Bohu, and he could not surpass it in his life."
"I died holding this painting with hatred."
He shook his head slightly: "The auction price of Wu Kai's life works is generally around two million, but this painting is of extraordinary significance and is Wu Kai's swan song in his life, so five million is not much at all."
Qin Hanzhang was slightly startled: "It turns out that this painting has such an origin. It seems that two million is indeed a bit too little."
"Qin Feng, you bastard!"
Chen Jiang just went up and was about to slap Qin Feng, but Qin Feng easily dodged it.
He missed the blow and became even more angry: "Okay, Qin Feng, you are so angry when we expose the fact that you were running errands for others, right?"
"You deliberately made up a story to put this shabby painting at a sky-high price and cheated our Chen family, right?"
Yang Hui was furious: "Don't think I don't know that you envy our family and even dream of taking our place and living the life of our family."
"He also helped outsiders deceive us."
"When I go back and tell him, let's see how he deals with your aunts!"
Qin Feng's behavior of deliberately raising the price of ancient paintings made him think it was out of envy.
"No, you don't have to pay for this painting."
"I bought it."
Qin Feng took out another bank card and handed it to Qin Hanzhang: "There happens to be five million in this card. I want this painting."
The last 5 million he had, plus the 10 million check he just gave, he now has nothing.
Qin Hanzhang was stunned: "What, if you really like it..."
"Gentlemen love fortune, in a proper way."
Qin Feng smiled: "What's more, I haven't finished speaking yet."
"Where did you get so much money?"
Chen Jiangang looked at him suspiciously: "You couldn't have collaborated with Shen Xue to sell the clinic, right?"
"I'm just saying, why is a big shot so kind-hearted that he lets a loser like you run errands for him and still stands up for you?"
"It turns out they are secretly selling my Chen family property!"
"You are so fat and brave!"
He was so angry that the clinic he had coveted for more than a year was sold. Seeing a huge sum of five million in Qin Feng's hands, he was so angry that his lungs almost exploded.
"Is it done?"
Qin Feng ignored it completely and looked at Qin Hanzhang.
Qin Hanzhang nodded and handed him the written receipt: "The written receipt, then I will clean the stains for you first, and then put it up for you..."
"There is no need to deal with it. If it is dealt with, the painting will be worthless."
Qin Feng smiled softly: "I asked you just now if there was a painting missing from the wall. It should be this one, right?"
Qin Hanzhang nodded: "Yes, this painting has been hanging there for more than half a year, but it ended up being splashed with tea by these two ignorant people..."
"Then the root cause of the problem has been found."
Qin Feng stopped him from continuing and scanned the scroll:
"This painting is the source of the headache for you and your wife."
What?
Qin Hanzhang and Ai Qing looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.
"Can painting give you a headache?"
Chen Jiangang laughed repeatedly: "Editor, keep editing, you don't still want to say that there is a monster in this painting, coming out to bite people in the middle of the night, right?"
Yang Hui couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You are really from the countryside. You are full of lies. It's not a shame."
"There must be no monsters biting anyone in the middle of the night."
"But there will definitely be resentment and unbearable headaches."
Qin Feng smiled softly, shook one hand, and twirled two silver needles with his fingertips: "Boss Qin, please sit down."
Qin Hanzhang sat on the chair, his eyes flickering, as if he had already reacted.
"Puff!"
Two silver needles were directly inserted into Qin Hanzhang's temples, leaving only the tails of the needles outside.
"You, what are you doing?"
Chen Jiangang was so frightened that he lost his mind: "Qin Feng, do you want to kill someone in public?"
"I just said that this picture of strange trees in the mountains was written by Wu Kai who spent all his energy and effort in his later years."
"And after discovering that he could never surpass Tang Bohu in his life, he died holding this painting with hatred."
"This picture of strange trees in the mountains is naturally full of Wu Kai's resentment and hostility."
"Over time, grievances condensed, and the majestic style of this painting resembles the wind of high mountains gathering qi, trapping grievances for hundreds of years."
Qin Feng said calmly: "An extremely rare evil has formed, an evil in the painting!"