Personalized Dragon Son-in-law

"Jiang Feng, if you can't get the gift you prepared, it's nothing. Everyone knows your identity, and no one expects you to give anything decent as a takeout, but you slander that my painting is false. This is a moral problem." Song Chongming looked at Jiang Feng contemptuously and said.

"Young master song, how can you buy fake paintings? Jiang Feng, don't bite people in a hurry." Chen Ou echoed.

"Hehe, a delivery man, that's the pattern. But Wang Rou, I have to remind you that your husband's character is really not good. It doesn't matter if he has no ability. His character is not good. I think you have to take good care of your family's industry. Don't be fooled by those who have a heart." Xu Ying didn't look straight at the river peak at all, and said with high toes.

Everyone also talked about Jiang Feng.

Who would believe that song Chongming would take out a fake painting and give it to others? Jiang Feng is just a delivery man. What antiques he can understand is just a big talk for face.

"I said your painting was fake, that's fake." Jiang Feng said very firmly.

"Oh, I didn't expect that the takeout workers we usually contact are really crouching tigers, hidden dragons. Jiang Feng is an antique identification expert. We've really seen a lot." Song Chongming said with a smile.

"Jiang Feng, do you know who Tang Yin is? Let me introduce you. Tang Yin is Tang Bohu, one of the four talents. I should have seen the film. " Chen Ou also sneered.

Where would song Chongming listen to Jiang Feng's words? How could the paintings he bought from his acquaintances be fake.

"You don't have to worry about it. I've seen the authentic work of Tang Bohu. I don't need you to teach me. This painting is fake. It's a fact." Jiang Feng is very determined.

"Hehe, you are really a dead duck with a hard mouth. Jiang Feng, if this painting is true, how about you?" Song Chongming said.

"If the painting is true, I'll make an apology to you. Not only that, I gave you the money for the painting." Jiang Feng said calmly.

"You are not young. How can you open your mouth? You can afford 200000?" Song Chongming looked at Jiang Feng with contempt.

Who can believe that a delivery man can take out 200000? If he doesn't eat or drink, he has to save it for several years.

"Brother song, that's a bad thing. Although Jiang Feng has no money, he has a rich wife. He eats soft food and speaks hard." Chen Ou sneered.

"Yes, why did I forget this, but Jiang Feng, if you don't talk big with your wife and Miss Wang doesn't pay later, how can you end?" Song Chongming said with a smile.

Everyone laughed after listening.

"You don't have to worry about it. He can afford 200000." Wang Rou smiled and said.

Wang Rou unconditionally supports her husband. Jiang Feng won't let herself take 200000.

"OK, here is the picture. Please identify it slowly." Song Chongming said.

"Wait a minute, you are so confident. What if this painting is true or false? I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to give Ye Ling a fake painting as a birthday gift. It will damage your image. " Jiang Feng said.

"No way, my painting can't be fake. If you can prove it's fake, I'll give you a million." Song Chongming said.

"Don't procrastinate, Jiang Feng. Come on. It's no use procrastinating." Chen Ou urged aside.

Song Chongming and Chen Ou sing in harmony and wait to see Jiang Feng make a fool of himself. At the thought of being punished by Zhao Yixuan just now, they were angry.

Now that Zhao Yixuan is gone, Jiang Feng has given this opportunity to talk more. Song Chongming and Chen Ou must seize it and have a good whole of Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng walked slowly to the painting, picked it up and tore it directly.

"Jiang Feng, what are you doing?" Song Chongming was startled by Jiang Feng's move.

"Jiang Feng, I think you don't want to live. You dare to tear the birthday gift given to Ye Ling by song Shao." Chen Ou also scolded.

"Wang Rou, your husband is really self-cultivation. No wonder he can only deliver takeout. To tell you the truth, if it were me, you wouldn't send takeout. Everyone has seen it. Look at this Jiangfeng. Is it decent? How can such people sit with us for dinner? " Xu Ying said with disgust.

"Don't worry, let's have a good look. How many layers does this picture have?" Jiang Feng said calmly.

Ye Ling sat recently and took it first.

"Three layers, two layers are a little thicker, and another layer is very thin." Ye Ling looked at the torn picture and said.

"What about the third floor? Jiang Feng, you tore up the painting. What do you mean? " Song Chongming continued.

"Ancient paintings have two layers. If there are three layers of wisdom, it shows whether the thinnest layer is copied or copied by modern technology. This kind of painting can be seen everywhere on roadside stalls. The only difference is that it is old." Ye Ling analyzed.

"Miss ye still knows. She is really an expert. It seems that our son song has been cheated, or is he ready to take a fake painting and shoddy it?" Jiang Feng asked song Chongming sharply.

"This... This, my friend sold it to me, how can it be fake!" Song Chongming was a little flustered. He didn't believe Jiang Feng's words, but he couldn't believe Ye Ling's words.

Ye Ling is very accomplished in antique collection. She can tell the true from the false in most calligraphy and paintings. Since she says it's false

"Mr. Song, it doesn't matter. You can take it out and find a professional organization to identify it and see if what we said is true." Jiang Feng continued.

Song Chongming was at a loss. He also knew that the painting must be fake.

Now Song Chongming wants to sell the painting to him, so he has to find the man and beat him up.

"No... no, Miss ye said it was false. What else can I say?" Song Chongming said helplessly.

"Mr. Song, the one million you just said counts. I just wanted to give money as a reminder so that I wouldn't be fooled again in the future. But I have to bet when I give money. I can't blame me." Jiang Feng said with a smile.

"Count, count."

With so many people watching, song Chongming had no face to break his promise. He had to bite his teeth and turn the money to Jiang Feng.

One million. Song Chongming can only get more than one million in a year in the company. Now he gives them all at once. Song Chongming's heart is dripping blood.

Jiang Feng stared at the mobile phone screen with a "Ding Dong" sound. After confirming the receipt of the transfer, he happily turned off the mobile phone.

"Thank you, young master song. Young master song is really generous. I really admire him. But I still have to practice my antique vision. Don't be cheated in the future." Jiang Feng said to song Chongming with a smile.