Fake painting?
Everyone looked at Han Jianfeng in surprise.
"Bullshit!"
"I spent more than three hundred thousand dollars to get this painting from a loser."
"Look, the sun, how big and round, look at the sea, how blue and deep."
"I also asked several experts, including the famous ghost-eye master, and all said it was real."
Seeing his relatives questioning him, Han Jianfeng shouted, "They all said it was worth more than three million."
"Who are you to say it's fake?"
"Ye Fan, I want you to apologize, apologize now!"
"That's right, rice can be eaten carelessly, words cannot be spoken carelessly."
Tang Fenghua also looked contemptuous: "What do you know about calligraphy and painting, a family cook?"
The relatives who were shocked just now realized they had been fooled by Ye Fan when they heard these words.
How could he know these profound calligraphy and painting, a loser who was supported by the Tang family?
If he was really capable, he wouldn't need to be a son-in-law at home to wash his happiness.
"Ye Fan, shut up if you don't understand, don't slander Jianfeng."
"Yes, what kind of professional are you pretending to be, you can tell what's good and what's bad?"
"People who can't even find a job have the nerve to say that the calligraphy and paintings are fake?"
"Master Ghost Eye is the first person to identify treasures, he said it, it must be true."
Dozens of relatives each agitated, sneering at Ye Fan without mercy, their voices extra harsh.
Tang Ruoxue's pretty face was so embarrassed that she didn't even have the strength to rebuke.
When will Ye Fan not be so useless?
Her heart was exhausted.
Ye Fan kept his face calm: "Dad is an antique collector and has screened countless paintings and calligraphy."
"Let Dad take a look at it later, won't he know if it's real or fake."
Han Jianfeng's heart thudded slightly, and inexplicably had a hint of hesitation.
In addition to Ye Fan's calmness, there was the fact that he had not bought this painting for thirty-three million, but had gotten it for thirty thousand.
Although the other party repeatedly assured him that it was real, he had always felt a bit illusory.
Now the uneasiness has increased a few more points.
Was there something wrong with the painting?
"What's all the noise?"
At that moment, a majestic woman bellowed from the doorway.
"What kind of talk is it to make a scene like a vegetable market on a great day?"
Lin Qiu Ling walked in with her husband Tang San Guo.
A woman in her forties, but the years have not left too many traces on her face.
Her face is beautiful, her skin is white, her femininity is still there, and if she doesn't say her age, she can easily be mistaken for someone in her early thirties when she goes outside.
Rumor has it that Lin Qiuling was also great beauty in the sea when she was young, and her suitors could not be counted on both hands and feet.
Tang Ruoxue's three sisters' look is inherited from her.
However, her style is spirited and domineering, and she is the owner of a large clinic, so she has a strong style both internally and externally.
Even Tang Sanguo also obeyed her words.
So when Lin Qiu Ling came in, the whole room was instantly quiet.
Han Jianfeng pointed at Ye Fan and complained in a voice.
"Mom, it's not that I want to argue, it's that idiot Ye Fan who said the painting I bought for you was a fake."
"That's not slandering my reputation."
He looked aggrieved.
Ye Fan faintly spoke out, "It was originally a fake."
"Shut up, what do you know?"
Tang Ruoxue angrily pulled Ye Fan's sleeve: "Don't be a disgrace, okay?"
Although she wanted Ye Fan to gain some face for herself, as Han Jianfeng said, how could Ye Fan know about antique paintings and calligraphy?
Lin Qiu Ling glanced at Ye Fan in disgust and took Tang Sanguo to the main seat and sat down.
"Bring the painting over here."
Lin Qiuling pointed her finger at Han Jianfeng: "Let me and your father take a look."
Tang Sanguo likes to collect antiques, and Lin Qiu Ling also followed to learn a bit about fur.
Han Jianfeng handed over the "Bright Moon on the Sea".
Tang Sanguo and Lin Qiu Ling took the calligraphy and painting and examined them carefully.
After three minutes, Tang Sanguo muttered something in Lin Qiu Ling's ear.
Lin Qiuling raised her head and glanced at Han Jianfeng.
The eyes were unpleasant.
Han Jianfeng wanted to die, this is clearly saying that the calligraphy and painting is a fake ah.
Tang Ruoxue also caught this look and was happy in her heart, Could it be that Ye Fan was right??
But Lin Qiu Ling's next words directly poured a pot of cold water on Tang Ruoxue.
"This calligraphy and painting is real, a real work of Wu Daozi."
Lin Qiu Ling looked straight at Ye Fan and questioned him with a stern face.
"Ye Fan, your insight is shallow and you have achieved nothing, do not let yourself be a joke forever."
"You have slandered your brother-in-law's reputation, bring a cup of tea to him and apologize properly."
"Or you should not return to the Tang family."
Ye Fan was stunned, the calligraphy and painting were faulty, with Tang Sanguo and Lin Qiu Ling's attainments, he must have been able to see it.
Han Jianfeng was also stunned, and then he was happy, he understood.
"Dad, mom, look again carefully, this painting is a fake ..."
Ye Fan still wanted to explain, but Lin Qiu Ling interrupted in a stern voice.
"Fake what fake?"
"Do you mean that your father and I are too old and have bad eyes to even tell the difference between real and fake?"
"If I say it's real, it's real."
She gave an order, "Apologies to your brother-in-law at once."
Tang Fenghua shouted to Ye Fan in a high-spirited manner.
"Ye Fan, mom has said it's true, why are you still wasting your words."
"Mom, don't be angry, Ye Fan is originally a waste, pretending to be an insider in front of you and father."
"That's right, a son-in-law, there is no need to be concerned."
"I told you, what does the family cook know about calligraphy and painting? He must be slandering Jianfeng."
A group of relatives sneered at Ye Fan again.
Han Jianfeng was in high spirits, "Ye Fan, get over here and apologize to me."
Ye Fan looked sharply at Lin Qiu Ling, and a hint of teasing suddenly appeared on his face.
She could see that the painting was a fake, but she just didn't want to tear down Han Jianfeng.
Ye Fan was a door-to-door son-in-law to her, while Han Jianfeng was the owner of the construction company, a son-in-law with a great future.
How could Lin Qiu Ling hurt Han Jianfeng's face because of him?
Tang Ruoxue's pretty face was gloomy: "Ye Fan, apologize."
Tang Feng Hua hummed out, "Still not apologizing? Want to make mom and dad angry?"
Ye Fan smiled, smiled brightly, so many people bullying themselves, really weak original sin ah.
In the past, Ye Fan would have bowed his head and slapped himself twice to apologize, but he didn't want to give in tonight.
Backing down will only let the other side get an inch, but also let the people around him get hurt.
Ye Fan stepped forward, his fingers lifted and squeezed.
The material of the painting was cloth and silk, this pinch, there was an extra thread, then Ye Fan pulled it violently.
"Wow--"
The painting, which was claimed to be three million, was instantly destroyed for Ye Fan, and Tang Ruoxue and the others had a huge change in their faces.
Han Jianfeng was furious and could not rebuke: "Ye Fan, what are you doing?"
Ye Fan, however, ignored everyone's gaze and directly pulled out a thin thread and threw it on the table.
"Nylon thread!"
"Synthetic fiber!"
"Born in 1938!"
"More than seven hundred years of Wu Daozi, crossed over to draw it?"
The whole room was dead silent.
Everyone was dumbfounded for a moment.
Tang Feng Hua also gave a violent ah, his mouth opened wide with an unbelievable face.
They had wanted to see Ye Fan make a fool of himself, but he simply and brutally hit them in the face.
A recent nylon line, appearing in a painting from seven hundred years ago, was something even a fool knew was impossible.
Han Jianfeng's cheek was hot and painful.
Lin Qiuling's face was also gloomy and unsightly.
"Even if this painting is fake, it's still a hundred times better than your ginseng fruit."
Seeing a crowd of relatives despise their husbands, Tang Feng Hua could not hold back and took out Ye Fan's box.
Open it.
As soon as she poured out the ginseng fruit, she slapped it on the table with a bang.
"We got ripped off buying paintings."
"But what about you?"
"You take the ginseng fruit bought on the ground as a gift to Dad, eat it will die!"
Tang Fenghua pointed at Ye Fan and cursed: "Compared to your gift, we are a hundred times better."
Han Jianfeng also directly buttoned his hat: "Ginseng fruit so ugly, want to poison Dad?"
The crowd looked at the ugly reddish ginseng fruit and accused Ye Fan of being ill-intentioned.
Tang Ruoxue frowned as she pulled Ye Fan's sleeve: "Ye Fan, make amends to Mom."
Ye Fan didn't make amends, but just pointed at the ginseng fruit: "Mom and Dad, do you also think this is a ground stall?"
Tang Sanguo stared and examined it, and suddenly his eyelids jumped and his eyes showed shock.
He was about to stand up and shout but was pulled back by Lin Qiu Ling.
"Ugly looking, red in color, and pungent in smell."
Lin Qiuling stared at Ye Fan and drank: "What is this if not a ground-floor product?"
"On the big birthday, you give this to your father, do you think he has a long life?"
Lin Qiu Ling sternly reprimanded, "Your brother-in-law is right, even if the fake painting is bad, it is still better than you!"
She defended Han Jianfeng.
The fire instantly turned to Ye Fan.
Tang Ruoxue looked at Ye Fan in annoyance, was this bastard going to make a big deal and make himself even more humiliated?
"Do you hear me?"
Han Jianfeng let out a loud laugh: "Fool, to make a fool of me, you'll end up disgracing yourself."
Ye Fan looked at Lin Qiu Ling and Tang San Guo and asked, "Is this gift of mine garbage?"
"What is it if it's not garbage?"
Tang Fenghua's pretty face chilled: "In my opinion, it's worse than trash."
Ye Fan was disappointed, disappointed with the Tang family, and stopped giving face.
He picked up the ginseng fruit and broke it with a click, and while gnawing on it, he opened his phone and cast a news item onto the screen.
"Today at noon, the annual auction of exotic treasures was successfully concluded in the Fortune Hall of the Five Continents Hotel in Zhonghai."
"A leading ginseng fruit from Kunlun Mountain, which is rare to see in a hundred years, fetched a sky-high price."
"Ms. Song Hongyan of Wuhu Group obtained it for three million ..."
On the screen, the host was impassioned and showed not only the image of the auction house but also made the ginseng fruit visible.
It was ugly, red, and shaped like a dragon head, the same as the one Ye Fan ate in his mouth.
Even the code of the box on the table was the same as on TV. Ninety-nine eighty-one ...
Ginseng fruit?
Kunlun Mountain?
A hundred years rare?
Three million?
The crowd was completely dumbfounded
Lin Qiuling clutched her clothes to death.
A strong wave of regret rushed straight to her head ...