I don't want to inherit a trillion dollar fortune

Feng Ruixiang only took one look and realized that this painting was not given to Mr. Chen by himself.

This is, a fake painting!

Who sent this painting?

It was actually exhibited in the Guohua exhibition hall, and it seemed that everyone regarded it as a real painting.

While Feng Ruixiang was in a daze, Jiang Guomin over there was talking about the painting, including its origin, "Master Feng, this painting is a birthday present from Xiao Gao. It is very valuable. Palm eyes, take a look?"

Xiao Gao? Gao Yang!

Feng Ruixiang glanced at Gao Yang who was smiling in front of him with a strange expression, he looked very proud.

It was because he was very rude to Mr. Chen just now!

In this way, Feng Ruixiang already had a plan in mind.

Gao Yang, you are finished!

I want to teach you a lesson for Mr. Chen!

Feng Ruixiang walked to the window very seriously and looked at it carefully.

This scene fell in the eyes of everyone, and they all felt extremely solemn and mysterious.

This is Master Feng, a well-known collector in Shangjiang City.

He treats Tang Bohu's "Spring Mountain Companion Picture" with such seriousness, it must be an authentic work, and it is worth a lot!

Jiang Guomin stood beside Feng Ruixiang, respectfully like a primary school student, with uncontrollable pride and pride on his face.

He even began to fantasize that his reputation in Shangjiang City's collection would skyrocket in the future.

Thinking of it this way, he liked Gao Yang even more in his heart, and even nodded at him.

Seeing that Uncle Jiang was so happy, Gao Yang naturally smiled and raised his chin triumphantly towards Chen Ping who was in the corner beside him.

Chen Ping also smiled lightly, then lowered his head and played with his mobile phone.

What are you doing?

Naturally, it is to arrange work for Su Qing.

"Su Qing, find out where Harleys are sold nearby. I'll go buy a car in a few days and replace all of our company's battery cars with Harleys."

The content of Chen Ping's text message is very simple, but very rude.

Su Qing, who is working in the company at the moment, has a white shirt on her upper body, a black skirt on her lower body, her legs are as smooth as a baby's skin, and she is wearing black stiletto heels. She looked at the text message with a look of astonishment, and hurriedly replied: "Boss, are you Said to replace all the battery cars delivered by our company with Harleys?"

Su Qing just felt dizzy, and realized for the first time that Chen Ping was not ordinary rich!

A Harley can cost less than tens of thousands, but it can cost more than ten or two hundred thousand.

There are hundreds of people in the whole company, and this is not worth tens of millions of expenses!

Chen Ping, what is his identity?

How rich...

"Well, hurry up and get in touch. It's best to make an appointment first. I don't like to be in trouble then."

After replying to the content of this text message, Chen Ping put away his mobile phone, sat aside and watched quietly.

Feng Ruixiang's every move attracted the attention of everyone in the exhibition hall.

Some people have even started to praise Jiang Guomin, and Jiang Guomin's heart is full of joy.

"Master Feng, what's the matter? What's the market price for this authentic painting of Tang Bohu?" Jiang Min saw that Feng Ruixiang had finished reading it, and asked impatiently with a smile on his face.

Feng Ruixiang pondered for a moment, and everyone became nervous following his expression.

"Look, Master Feng has become serious, this picture is amazing!"

"I bet at least eight million!"

While everyone was chatting, Feng Ruixiang said in a deep voice, "Mr. Jiang, I think this painting is worth..."

"Hahaha!" Jiang Guomin couldn't help laughing.

However, the second half of Feng Ruixiang's sentence directly stopped Jiang Guomin's laughter, and he coughed a few times in displeasure.

"One hundred yuan." Feng Ruixiang's voice spread throughout the exhibition hall.

One... a hundred dollars? !

Jiang Guomin was dumbfounded, and a group of people also froze.

Gao Yang's expression was the most astonished.

I spent more than two million yuan to buy it, but it was only worth one hundred yuan?

Is there a mistake?

This fucking is Master Feng?

really!

"Master Feng, don't be joking, this is Tang Bohu's "Spring Mountain Companion Picture", the authentic work!" Jiang Guomin was also in cold sweat, biting the word "authentic" very hard.

Feng Ruixiang laughed twice, and explained: "Then let me tell you, this painting is fake."

Fake!

All of a sudden, everyone in the exhibition hall was blown away.

It turned out to be fake!

"Impossible! How can this be fake? Several of us have seen it last time, and it is real." Jiang Guomin argued, "Although I am not as famous as you, Master Feng, I can still tell if the painting is real or not. How can this be fake?"

Feng Ruixiang knew that the other party would not believe it, so he began to analyze the painting on the spot.

"This painting can almost be faked. It's okay if you don't see it. However, if you look carefully, the lines of these characters are not full enough, and the lines and colors are obviously broken. This is a defect repaired by machines. It is very subtle. Most people do can not tell……"

After listening to Feng Ruixiang's explanation, everyone in the exhibition hall suddenly realized.

"It turned out to be a fake painting! Jiang Guomin, you are too foolish."

"That's right. After working for a long time, I made a fake painting and showed it to us. What is it!"

All of a sudden, the crowd's dissatisfaction dissipated, and Jiang Guomin's face was full of shame and nervousness.

How could it be fake?

how can that be possible!

Gao Yang stood on the side, frowning, and glanced at Chen Ping in the corner.

Suddenly, he tugged Jiang Guomin's arm, and whispered in his ear: "Uncle Jiang, could it be that Chen Ping took the wrong painting?"

Got it wrong?

Jiang Guomin immediately came to his senses.

It must be, Chen Ping must have taken it wrong!

It was too late to say that, Jiang Guomin ignored the scolding of the crowd, walked up to Chen Ping, slapped him again, and roared: "Chen Ping, did you bring your fake painting?! Are you trying to embarrass me!"

Jiang Guomin was very angry. He hoped that his solo exhibition, which was difficult to manage, would improve his reputation.

But now it's a good thing to make such a big misunderstanding.

What a shame.

He, Jiang Guomin, was somewhat well-known in the circle anyway.

Therefore, all his anger was vented on Chen Ping.

Seeing this scene, Feng Ruixiang was furious and wanted to step forward to stop him, but Chen Ping just gave him a cold look.

Then, Chen Ping hurriedly said: "I'm sorry Dad, I took it by mistake, I'll go back and take it again."

"Hurry up!" Jiang Guomin was furious, his eyes turned cold.

How could I have such a useless son-in-law!

Gao Yang stood behind Jiang Guomin, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, full of provocation.

Seeing Chen Ping running out, Gao Yang continued to listen to the wind, and said: "Uncle Jiang, I see, this Chen Ping must have done it on purpose, he is dissatisfied with you, you are his father-in-law after all, he actually let you stay here like this It's embarrassing on important occasions, it's just..."

"Hmph! He's a piece of trash. When I go back, I'll let Jiang Wan divorce him!"

Jiang Guomin directly interrupted Gao Yang's words, full of anger.

Gao Yang was extremely happy, he had achieved his goal, he secretly clenched his fists, very excited.

Haha, Jiang Wan will be my woman soon!

Just after Chen Ping left, Jiang Guomin said to the crowd very apologetically, "I'm sorry, I took the painting by mistake. I have asked my son-in-law to go back and take it again."

Jiang Guomin kept apologizing, and some people naturally raised questions: "Old Jiang, how can you take the wrong painting? Could it be that you still have two "Spring Mountain Companion Picture"?"

Just as Jiang Guomin was about to speak, Gao Yang explained with a grin: "The thing is like this, Uncle Jiang's birthday a few days ago, and Uncle Jiang's son-in-law, Chen Ping, and I both prepared gifts, and it turned out that they were all "Spring Mountain" Companion Picture”. This fake painting was bought by Uncle Jiang’s son-in-law from the antique market and given to Uncle Jiang. And the real painting was bought by me from a friend for two million and given to Uncle Jiang. That trash Chen Ping took it by mistake..."

After some explanation, everyone understands roughly.

All of a sudden, everyone in the exhibition hall began to ridicule Chen Ping in various ways.

"There are people like this who buy calligraphy and paintings from the ancient writing market and give them to their old father-in-law. How shabby it is."

"Hey, it's not like you don't know about it. Jiang Guomin's son-in-law, everyone in this piece of trash knows about it."

"I think Gaoyang is a nice person, and Jiang Guomin's daughter is beautiful. They should be a couple."

In the crowd, Feng Ruixiang's face became darker when he heard these discussions.

These guys, how would they know that Mr. Chen is a top rich second generation who invested two billion in one shot!

Feng Ruixiang also realized that what was a real painting was a fake painting. The painting he gave to Mr. Chen was the real painting, but it was recognized as a fake painting by the powerful Jiangmin.

The fake has become real, and the real has become a fake painting that everyone despises.

The painting that Chen Ping is going to get now is naturally the real painting that he gave back at the beginning.

However, after what Gao Yang said just now, everyone believed that the pair that Chen Ping was going to get now was given by Gao Yang.

Feng Ruixiang touched his chin, a slight sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That's fine, let Gao Yang, who doesn't understand etiquette, save face and vent his anger on Mr. Chen.

Not long after, Chen Ping took another painting over.

Zheng Tai has been mingling in the crowd, watching silently.

Jiang Guomin walked over in person, snatched the painting from his arms, and cursed a few words: "Trash! Go away! I'll deal with you when I go back!"

Chen Ping sighed helplessly, laughed dryly, and stood aside.

Draw, re-open.

Jiang Guomin invited Feng Ruixiang to hold his eyes again: "Master Feng, take a look, this is the real work."

Feng Ruixiang looked at it carefully, nodded and praised: "Wonderful, this is the real work! Tang Bohu's real work!"

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Guomin's heart was full of ups and downs, and he couldn't restrain the smile on his face.

However, the next sentence stunned everyone in the exhibition hall.

"Gao Yang Gao, are you sure that this painting is the one you bought from a friend?" Feng Ruixiang looked at the triumphant Gao Yang with a smile.