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Fake painting?
Everyone looked at Han Jianfeng in astonishment.
"Nonsense!"
"I spent over three hundred thousand on this painting, which I got from a prodigal's hands."
"Look at this sun, how big and round it is, and look at this ocean, how blue and deep it is."
"I also consulted several experts, including the renowned Ghost Eye Master, and they all said it's genuine."
Seeing a group of relatives questioning himself, Han Jianfeng felt his scalp tingle: "They all say it's worth over three million."
"Why is it fake when it comes out of your mouth?"
"Tom, I want you to apologize, apologize right away."
He is fierce but cowardly: "Otherwise, it's not over."
"That's right, you can eat messily, but you can't speak carelessly."
Tang Feng Hua also looked disdainful: "You, a househusband, what do you know about calligraphy and painting?"
Just now, my relatives were shocked, but upon hearing this sentence, they suddenly realized that they had been fooled by Tom. How could a useless person like him, who relies on the Tang family for support, understand such profound calligraphy and painting? If he really had the ability, he wouldn't need to become a son-in-law to please the family.
"Tom, if you don't understand, then shut up and stop slandering Jianfeng."
"Yeah, look at yourself first. What kind of person are you to pretend to be a professional? Can you distinguish between right and wrong?"
"Someone who can't even find a job dares to say that calligraphy and painting are fake?"
"Ghost Eye Master is the top expert in appraising treasures. If he says it's real, then it must be real."
Dozens of relatives became agitated, mercilessly mocking Tom with particularly grating voices.
Tang Xue Her pretty face looked ugly, and she didn't even have the strength to scold. When will Tom not be so useless? She was exhausted.
Tom maintained a calm expression: "My dad is an antique collector and has identified countless paintings."
"Let my dad take a look later, and we'll know if it's real or fake."
Han Jianfeng felt a slight hesitation in his heart for no apparent reason.
Apart from Tom's composure, there is also the fact that he didn't buy this painting for over three hundred thousand, but managed to get it for only thirty thousand. Although the other party repeatedly assured him that it was real, he still felt a bit unreal. After all, it was too easy to pick up something cheap.
Now there is even more unease.
Could it be that there's really a problem with this painting?
"What are you arguing about?"
At this moment, a stern woman's voice came from the door: "On such a beautiful day, why are you making so much noise like it's a market?" Lin Qiuling entered with her husband Tang Sanguo.
A woman in her forties, but time has not left too many traces on her face and body. She has a beautiful appearance, fair skin, and still exudes femininity. If her age is not mentioned, it is easy for people to mistake her for being in her thirties. It is rumored that Lin Qiuling was also a great beauty in her youth, with countless pursuers.
Tang Xue The appearance of the three sisters is inherited from her. However, she is fierce and domineering in style, and she is also the boss of a large clinic, so she has a strong attitude both internally and externally. Even the Tang Sanguo listen to her.
Therefore, as soon as Lin Qiuling entered, the whole room fell silent.
Han Jianfeng pointed at Ye Fan and spoke out to accuse.
"Mom, it's not that I want to argue, it's that idiot Tom said the painting I bought for dad is fake."
"This is defaming my reputation."
He looked very aggrieved.
Tom said lightly, "It was fake to begin with."
"Shut up, what do you know?"
Tang Xue angrily pulled Ye Fan's sleeve, "Stop embarrassing yourself, okay?"
Although she wanted Tom to give her some face, as Han Jianfeng said, how could Ye Fan possibly understand antiques and calligraphy?
Lin Qiuling glanced at Tom with disgust, and took Tang Sanguo to the main seat, saying:
"Bring the painting over."
Lin Qiuling pointed at Han Jianfeng and said, "Let me and your dad take a look."
Tang Sanguo enjoys collecting antiques, and Lin Qiuling has also learned a bit about it.
Han Jianfeng hurriedly handed over "Moon over the Sea".
Tang Sanguo and Lin Qiuling carefully examine the calligraphy and painting.
Three minutes later, Tang Sanguo mutters something to Lin Qiuling.
Lin Qiuling looks up and glances at Han Jianfeng.
Unhappy expression in the eyes.
Han Jianfeng has the heart to die, it's obvious that this is saying the calligraphy and painting are fake.
Tang Xue also caught this expression, feeling happy in her heart. Could it be that Ye Fan is really turning the tide?
But Lin Qiuling then poured cold water on Tang Xue directly.
"This calligraphy and painting is real, a genuine work by Wu Daozi."
Lin Qiuling stared at Tom and asked sternly, "Tom, if you have no accomplishments, don't meddle in antiques and become a laughingstock. You are shallow and ignorant."
"You have slandered your brother-in-law's reputation. Apologize to him with a cup of tea."
"Otherwise, you don't need to return to the Tang family."
Tom was stunned. It was obvious that there was a problem with this calligraphy. With the attainments of Tang Sanguo and Lin Qiuling, they would definitely be able to see it.
Han Jianfeng was also stunned, then he suddenly realized, and was delighted. He understood.
"Dad, Mom, take a closer look, this painting is definitely fake..."
Before Tom could explain further, Lin Qiuling interrupted sharply, "Fake? What's fake?"
"Are you saying that because your father and I are old and our eyesight is failing, we can't tell what's real and what's fake?"
"If I say it's real, then it's real."
She gave the order: "Apologize to your brother-in-law immediately."
Tang Feng Hua arrogantly said to Ye Fan:
"Tom, Mom said it's true, why are you still talking nonsense."
"Mom, don't be angry, Ye Fan is just a waste, pretending to be knowledgeable in front of you and dad, it's meaningless."
"Just a backdoor insertion, not worth fussing over."
"I knew it, what does a househusband know about calligraphy and painting? Definitely defaming the art of swordsmanship."
The relatives laughed and mocked Tom again. Han Jianfeng said, "Ye Fan, come over here and apologize to me." Tom looked sharply at Lin Qiuling, a hint of mockery suddenly appearing on his face.
It's not that she didn't see it, but she didn't want to expose Han Jianfeng. For Lin Qiuling, Tom is a prospective son-in-law, while Han Jianfeng is the boss of a construction company, a promising son-in-law. How could she hurt Han Jianfeng's reputation because of him?
Tang Ruoxue looked downcast: "Tom, apologize."
Tang Feng Hua snorted: "Still not apologizing? Do you want to make our parents angry?"
Tom laughed, a bright and radiant smile. Being bullied by so many people, it seems that the weak are truly innocent.
In the past, Tom would definitely bow his head and even apologize by slapping himself in the face, but tonight he doesn't want to back down anymore. Giving in will only encourage the other party to take advantage, and it will also hurt the people around him. "Sizzle—"
Tom took a step forward, raised his finger, and pinched it. The material of the painting was cloth, and with that pinch, an extra thread appeared. Then Tom suddenly pulled it. "Crackle—"
Claiming to be a three million dollar painting, it was instantly destroyed by Ye Fan, causing Tang Ruoxue and their faces to change drastically.
Han Jianfeng was furious: "Tom, what are you doing?"
Tom ignored the gazes of the crowd and directly pulled out a thin thread and threw it on the table.
"Nylon thread!"
"Artificial synthetic fiber!"
"Born in 1938!"
"Wu Daozi, who lived over 700 years ago, came here and painted this?"
The whole room fell silent.
Everyone was dumbfounded for a moment.
Tang Feng Hua also suddenly exclaimed, mouth wide open, with an incredulous expression.
They had originally wanted to see Ye Fan embarrassed, but instead, they were rudely proven wrong by Tom.
The modern nylon line appeared in a painting 700 years ago, even a fool would know that's impossible.
A sword seals the throat!
Han Jianfeng The cheeks burned with pain.
Lin Qiuling's face also looked dark and ugly.
"Even if this painting is fake, it's still a hundred times better than your Ginseng fruit."
Seeing the disdainful looks from the relatives towards her husband, Tang Feng Hua couldn't hold back and took out Tom's box.
Open it.
She poured out a ginseng fruit and slammed it on the table.
"We were deceived into buying a fake painting. Giving it to Dad as a birthday gift would be disrespectful at most."
"But what about you?"
"If you give Dad a Ginseng fruit as a gift, it's deadly to eat, it's just a street stall item."
Tang Feng Hua pointed at Tom and cursed, "Compared to your gift, ours is a hundred times better."
Han Jianfeng also directly put on the hat: "Ginseng fruit is so ugly, do you want to poison dad?"
Everyone looked at the ugly and red Ginseng fruit, and accused Tom of having bad intentions.
Tang Xue frowned and pulled Tom's sleeve: "Tom, apologize to mom."
Tom did not apologize, but pointed at the Ginseng fruit: "Mom, Dad, do you think this is a street stall item?"
Tang Sanguo stared at it, suddenly his eyelids twitched, and his eyes showed shock.
He was about to stand up and shout, but was pulled back by Lin Qiuling.
"The appearance is ugly, the color is bright red, and the smell is pungent." Lin Qiuling stared at Tom and said, "Is this not a street stall product?"
"On your father's birthday, you give him this. Are you wishing for his long life?"
Lin Qiuling sternly reprimanded: "Your brother-in-law is right. Even a fake painting is better than your malicious heart." She defended Han Jianfeng. The focus of the attack instantly shifted to Tom.
Tang Xue glared angrily at Tom, "Is this jerk trying to cause a scene and embarrass himself even more?"
"Did you hear that?" Han Jianfeng sneered, "Fool, trying to make a fool of me, but in the end, it's only himself who will be embarrassed."
Tom looked at Lin Qiuling and Tang Sanguo and asked, "Is my gift really garbage?"
"What else could it be if not garbage?"
Tang Feng Hua replied coldly, "In my opinion, it's even worse than garbage."
Tom is disappointed, disappointed with the Tang family, and no longer giving face. He picked up a Ginseng fruit and snapped it in half, while taking big bites and opening his phone. He then brought up a news article on the screen: "This afternoon, the annual auction of rare and exotic treasures concluded successfully at the Fugui Hall of the Zhonghai Wuzhou Hotel."
"A dragon head from the Kunlun Mountains, rarely seen in a century, was sold at a sky-high price."
"Lady Song Hongyan from the Wuhu Group acquired it for three million..."
On the screen, the host was passionate and not only showed the auction scene but also displayed the Ginseng fruit.
Ugly, bright red, shaped like a dragon head, just like what Ye Fan is eating.
Even the code on the box on the table is completely identical to the one on TV, 9981...
Ginseng fruit?
Kunlun Mountains?
Rare in a hundred years?
Three million?
Everyone was completely stunned.
Lin Qiuling tightly grabbed her own clothes.
A strong sense of regret surged through her mind...
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