Peerless Immortal Son-in-law

Ding Yi sleeps in a daze and is awakened by Han feirong.

After opening her eyes, she found that Han feirong's expression on her pretty face was very strange.

"What you did last night?" Han feirong asked.

"What happened last night? What happened last night? " Ding Yi pretends to be surprised and thinks that Han feirong has discovered the matter of Dingjin real estate.

"About yuan Shaokang and Qi Ruifeng!" Han feirong gives Ding Yi a bad look.

"Oh, I did it." Ding Yi's magnanimous admission, looking at Han feirong's reaction, it is obvious that his phone calls yesterday played a role.

Although she had long guessed that it was Ding Yi's handwriting, when Ding Yi admitted it, Han feirong was shocked. She knew exactly what kind of devastating impact this incident would have on yuan Shaokang and Qi Ruifeng. Before yesterday, yuan Shaokang was the worthy prince charming of Jinzhou City and the dream lover of thousands of girls.

But after that, yuan Shaokang became a disgusting pronoun, and his company lost two or three billion yuan overnight.

But all this is just Ding Yi's doing. Han feirong's mood is complicated. It's very difficult for her to connect Ding Yi, who is now turning her hands for clouds and her hands for rain, with Ding Yi, the former loser.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Han feirong lost his mind, Ding Yi asked.

"No it 's nothing. My father is in Antique Street, and he wants you to send him a word After Han feirong finished, he took out a nanmu long box from behind.

After taking over the long box, Ding Yi took a taxi to the antique street.

After getting off the bus, Ding Yi saw his father-in-law Han Chengshan across the distance.

Different from Lin Hongyan's strength, Han Chengshan is easygoing and seldom strives for fame and wealth. He stays outside most of the year, dealing with antique calligraphy.

His love for antique calligraphy has reached a degree of obsession.

Today, Han Chengshan saw a copy of the calligraphy in the antique street. He wanted to buy it, but he didn't have enough money. So he wanted to sell a copy of his family's calligraphy and collect some money.

"Dad." After walking to the door of a shop named jubaoge, Ding Yi called out.

"Did you bring it?" Han Chengshan asked, regarding Ding Yi's attitude, neither close nor distant.

"Yes." Ding Yi handed the nanmu long box to Han Chengshan.

After Han Chengshan took it over, he opened it again and confirmed it. Then he walked into the Jubao pavilion with his calligraphy.

Ding Yi also goes in, ready to take charge of Han Chengshan's eyes, so as not to be cheated by his father-in-law.

"Boss sun, I have brought Ouyang Xiu's calligraphy. How much is it worth Han Chengshan took out the Yellow scroll in the nanmu long box and put it on the table after spreading it.

Mr. Sun is a nearly 60 year old man. He wears a pair of presbyopia glasses and a pair of moustaches. When he smiles, his eyes will narrow into a line. He looks full of the shrewdness of businessmen.

Sun Dafu pushed the presbyopia glasses on the bridge of his nose, took Han Chengshan's calligraphy to the light, and began to identify them carefully.

Ding Yi turned away his lips. He thought that the old man's skill was very ordinary. It would take so long to read Ouyang Xiu's calligraphy. In the eyes of serious experts, this kind of celebrity calligraphy can be recognized in two or three minutes.

As an old monster who has lived for more than 5000 years, Ding Yi can be called an encyclopedia of antique calligraphy and painting. No matter what kind of antique calligraphy and painting, he can identify the authenticity with one glance.

After half a ring, sun Dafu got up slowly and said with a smile, "brother Han, you are a copy of the European calligraphy."

"That's when I, Han Chengshan, cheated people with fakes." Han Chengshan is quite proud of Tao. He has been in the antique industry for more than 20 years. He has not made much money, but his reputation has made a lot of money.

"Ha ha, in this case, brother Han, I'll give you a price of two million yuan for this copy of everybody from Europe, how about that?" Sun Dafu said with a smile.

Two million?

Ding Yi squints. The old man looks smart. How can a pair of Ouyang Xiu's authentic works give Han Chengshan a million yuan?

You know, in the serious calligraphy and painting market, the sales of Ouyang Xiu's original works are 1.5 million high, but Sun Dafu directly wants to give Han Chengshan two million yuan, which is 500000 higher than the market price. This is not in line with the nature of businessmen pursuing profits

The next second, Han Chengshan unties Ding Yi's doubts.

"Ha ha, boss sun is so grand!" Han Chengshan is full of red, obviously did not expect, sun Dafu will give him such a high price.

"Since boss sun is so grand, I can't let boss sun see the joke." Han Chengshan directly took out a bank card from his pocket and patted it on the table: "boss sun, this card has 3 million yuan, including 2 million yuan of European original works, which is 5 million yuan. Five million yuan. I'll take your real work! "

"Ha ha, brother Han is straightforward. I'm going to get something for brother Han."

Seeing sun Dafu turn away with a smile, Ding Yi can't help frowning. He can understand why Sun Dafu gave his father-in-law more than 500000 yuan, so he hid his hand here.A moment later, sun Dafu took out a package of strict scrolls.

"Brother Han, it took me a lot of effort to get it back from overseas. After you take it back, you should take good care of it." Sun Dafu squinted and handed the scroll to Han Chengshan.

"Boss sun, don't worry. Everyone Yan's calligraphy is more precious than my daughter. I will keep it well." At this time, Han Chengshan had already laughed and bought Yan Zhenqing's original works with five million yuan, which was more than his ancestor Wen's smoking.

"Dad, can I have a look at Yan's calligraphy?" At this time, Ding Yi suddenly opens his mouth.

"You? You don't know calligraphy and painting. What are you looking at? " Han Chengshan disdains to take a look at Ding Yi, very reluctantly.

Ding Yi sighed. If he guessed correctly, the genuine Yan Zhenqing manuscript given by sun Dafu to Han Chengshan is a fake. Because the real Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy can't be bought by five million yuan, Ding Yi is even more upset when he thinks that sun Dafu deliberately raised the price of Han Chengshan's Ouyang Xiuzhen.

"Brother Han, is this Sun Dafu glanced at Ding Yi and asked.

"It's the son-in-law I recruited for Fei Rong last year." Han Chengshan seems a little unhappy. Although he seldom goes back to the Han family, he also knows that Ding Yi's reputation is not very good outside. Many people say that it is his poor vision that makes him such a loser. Therefore, he is not willing to mention Ding Yi in front of outsiders.

"It turned out to be a good son-in-law." Sun Dafu's mouth scratched a trace of indisputable sarcasm. Ding Yi's name, more or less, he has heard of some, is a well-known coward in Jinzhou City.

No! Why did this coward want to see the calligraphy? Did he see something? Sun Dafu became suspicious.

But soon, he denied his idea. His copy of Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy was made by Zhang Baihao, a famous counterfeiting master. Not to mention Ding Yi, he even studied himself for half a month and didn't see where it was fake.

Thinking of this, sun Dafu's doubts were completely dispelled. Instead, he said with a smile: "brother Han, since the Xian son-in-law wants to see it, give him a long eye. After all, most people don't have a chance to see the real works of Yan."

Ding Yi sneers in his heart. Sun Dafu is confident. He really thinks Laozi is a little white who doesn't know anything.

"Well, boss sun has said something. You can see it, but you can only see it, but you can't touch it!" Although reluctant, sun Dafu said so. Han Chengshan could only take it out and let Ding Yi have a look.

"Don't worry, Dad. I won't touch it." Ding Yi smiles and says.

Han Chengshan carefully laid the scroll on the table and slowly spread it out. But when he was only half done, Ding Yi shook his head, and there was no need to look at the rest.

Although the imitators are very attentive and have a deep understanding of Yan Zhenqing's handwriting, they still can't hide Ding Yi's method. Ding Yi can easily see that it is a fake.