The CEO's husband

Chapter. 6. Humiliation

A fake painting?

They all looked at Han Jianfeng surprised.

"Bullshit!

"I spent more than three hundred thousand yuan to get this painting from a black sheep."

"Look at the sun, how round it is, and look at the sea, how blue and deep."

"I also asked several experts, including the famous ghost eye master, and they all said it was true."

Seeing a bunch of relatives questioned himself, Han Jianfeng only felt scalded: "They all said it was worth more than 3 million."

"How come it's fake in your mouth?"

"Ye Fan, I want you to apologize, immediately."

He said in a lion's skin, "Or it won't end."

"That is, you can eat carelessly, but you can't talk carelessly."

Tang Fenghua also had a look of contempt: "You are a family cook, what do you know about calligraphy and painting?"

The relatives, who were shocked just now, heard this sentence and realized that they were fooled by Ye Fan.

How could he, a waste raised by the Tang family, understand these advanced calligraphy and painting?

Good for you. You don't have to be a live-in son-in-law.

"Ye Fan, if you don't understand, shut up and don't insult Jian Feng."

"Yeah, without looking at what you are, what professional you are, can you distinguish between good and bad?"

"People who can't even find a job can say that calligraphy and painting are fake?"

"Master Ghost Eye is the first person to connoisseur treasure, he said it, it must be true."

Dozens of relatives all agitated up, to Ye Fan merciless sarcasm, the voice is particularly harsh.

Tang Ruoxue Qiao face is very embarrassed, even scold have no strength.

When? Ye fan wouldn't be so useless.

She was exhausted.

Ye Fan's face remained calm: "Dad is an antique collector, screened countless calligraphy and painting."

"Let Dad have a look later, and you'll know if it's true or false."

Han Jianfeng heart slightly click, inexplicable have a trace of hesitation.

In addition to Ye Fan's calm, there is also that he did not spend 330,000 to buy this painting, but spent 30,000 to get it.

Although the other party repeatedly assured that it was true, he always felt that it was a bit unreal.

After all, it's so easy to pick up cheap.

Now the anxiety is a little more.

Is there really something wrong with this painting?

"What's the noise about?"

At this moment, a dignified woman shouted from the door:

"A good day, like a wet market like what?"

Lin Qiuling walked in with her husband Tang Sanguo.

A woman in her 40s, but the years did not leave too many traces on her face.

Beautiful appearance, white skin, feminine still, if not age, to the outside is easy to be mistaken for early thirties.

It is rumored that Lin Qiuling was also a great beauty in the Sea when she was young, and the suitors could not count their hands and feet.

Tang Ruoxue three sisters looks is inherited from her.

However, her style is harsh and imperious, and she is the boss of a large clinic, so it is a strong style internally and externally.

Even Tang Sanguo followed her orders.

So Lin Qiuling came in, the whole room was quiet.

Han Jianfeng pointed to Ye Fan to complain:

"Mom, it's not me who wants to quarrel. It's that i***t Ye Fan who says the painting I bought you is a fake."

"It's a smear on my reputation."

His face was aggrieved.

Ye Fan faint voice: "It is false."

"Shut up, what do you know?"

Tang Ruoxue angrily pull Ye fan sleeve: "Don't embarrass yourself, okay?"

Although she wants Ye Fan to give themselves a point of face, but as Han Jianfeng said, how can Ye Fan understand antique calligraphy and painting?

Lin Qiuling glanced at Ye Fan in disgust and led Tang Sanguo to the chair and sat down:

"Bring me the picture."

Lin Qiuling pointed her finger at Han Jianfeng: "Let me and your father have a look."

Tang Sanguo like to collect antiques, Lin Qiuling also followed to learn a little fur.

Han Jianfeng hurriedly handed over the "Bright Moon on the Sea".

Tang Sanguo and Lin Qiuling carefully examine the calligraphy and painting.

Three minutes later, Tang Sanguo whispered a word in Lin Qiuling's ear.

Lin Qiuling glanced up at Han Jianfeng.

The eyes are sour.

Han Jianfeng wants to die of the heart has, this clearly means that calligraphy and painting fake ah.

Tang Ruoxue also caught this look, heart a joy, is Ye fan really luck to turn?

But Lin Qiuling's next words directly poured a basin of cold water on Tang Ruoxue.

"This painting is a real, authentic work of Wu Daozi."

Lin Qiuling looked directly at Ye Fan, straight face questioned:

"Ye Fan, you have little knowledge and have accomplished nothing, so don't point fingers at antiques and let people laugh at you."

"You've smeared your brother-in-law's reputation. Bring him a cup of tea and apologize."

"Or you won't go back to Don's."

Ye Fan a leng, this painting is obviously a problem, with the Tang Sanguo and Lin Qiuling attainments, certainly can see.

Han Jianfeng is also a leng, then a xi, he understood.

"Dad, Mom, take a closer look, this painting is definitely fake..."

Ye Fan also want to explain, Lin Qiuling snapped interrupted:

"False for what?"

"Do you mean that your father and I are old and have bad eyes, and can't even tell the truth from the truth?"

"When I say it's true, it's true."

"Apologize to your brother-in-law immediately," she ordered.

Tang Fenghua swagger to Ye Fan shouted:

"Ye Fan, mom said it is true, what do you waste words."

"Mom, don't be angry, Ye Fan is already a waste, in front of you and dad to pretend to be expert, I don't know what is called."

"It's just a guy who breaks in. Don't bother."

"I just said, what does a family husband know about calligraphy and painting? It must be insulting Jian Feng."

All the relatives laughed at Ye Fan again.

Han Jianfeng: "Ye Fan, get over here and apologize to me."

Ye Fan sharp eyes looked at Lin Qiuling, face suddenly showed a hint of banter.

It's not that she didn't see it, but that she didn't want to expose Han Jianfeng.

Ye Fan for her, is a live-in son-in-law, and Han Jianfeng is a construction company boss, promising son-in-law.

How could Lin Qiuling hurt Han Jianfeng's face because of him.

Tang Ruoxue sad: "Ye Fan, apologize."

Tang Fenghua snorted: "Still not apologize?" Do you want to make Mom and Dad angry?"

Ye Fan smiled, smiled very bright, so many people bully themselves, it is really the original sin of the weak.

In the past, Ye Fan would have bowed his head and slapped himself in the face to apologize, but he didn't want to concede any more tonight.

Backing down will only make the other side push, but also let the people around hurt.

"Zi --"

Ye Fan stepped forward, a finger lift, a pinch.

The material of the painting is cloth, this pinch, suddenly more than a thread, and then Ye Fan yanked.

"Clatter --"

Known as three million paintings, instant to Ye Fan destroyed, Tang Ruoxue their face changed.

Han Jianfeng was furious: "Ye Fan, what are you doing?"

Ye Fan ignored everyone's eyes, directly pulled out a thin line and threw it on the table.

"Nylon thread!

"Synthetic fibers!

"Born in 1938!

"More than 700 years of Wu Daozi, time travel to paint?"

There was a dead silence.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Tang Fenghua also suddenly ah, mouth wide open, a face of disbelief.

They wanted to see Ye fan joke, the result was Ye fan simple rough hit the face.

Modern nylon thread, in a painting 700 years ago, even a fool knows it's impossible.

A sword to the throat!

Han Jianfeng's cheeks were burning and sore.

Lin Qiuling's face was also dark and ugly.

"Even if this painting is fake, it is a hundred times better than your ginseng fruit."

See a bunch of relatives despise her husband, Tang Fenghua can not hold down, take Ye Fan box out.

Open.

She poured out the ginseng fruit and banged it on the table.

"We pretended that the painting was deceived, and it would be disrespectful to give it to Dad's birthday."

"But what about you?

"If you give Ginseng fruit as a gift to your father, you will die of this rotten product."

Tang Fenghua pointed at Ye Fan and shouted, "We are a hundred times better than your gift."

Han Jianfeng also directly put a hat: "Ginseng fruit so ugly, want to poison dad?"

They looked at the ugly red ginseng fruit, have accused Ye fan of bad intentions.

Tang Ruoxue frown a leaf fan sleeve: "Ye Fan, apologize to mom."

Ye Fan did not make amends, but pointed to ginseng fruit: "Mom and dad, do you also think this is street goods?"

Tang Sanguo stared at the examination, suddenly his eyelids jumped, his eyes were shocked.

He was about to stand up and shout, but Lin Qiuling pulled him back.

"Ugly, red, and pungent."

Lin Qiuling stared at Ye Fan and shouted: "What is this not street goods?"

"On your birthday, do you give this to your father because he is too old to live?"

Lin Qiuling sharply reprimanded: "Your brother-in-law is right, no matter how bad the fake painting is, it is better than your evil heart."

She defended Han Jianfeng.

Fire instantly turned to Ye Fan body.

Tang Ruoxue angry look at Ye Fan, this bastard to make a big thing, let himself more humiliating?

"Do you hear me?

Han Jianfeng smiled grimly: "Fool, want me to make a fool of myself, the final disgrace is not himself."

Ye Fan looked at Lin Qiuling and Tang Three Kingdoms and asked, "Is my gift really rubbish?"

"What is not garbage?"

Tang Fenghua Qiao face a cold: "In my opinion, garbage is not as good."

Ye Fan disappointed, disappointed to Tang family, will no longer give face.

He picked up the ginseng fruit and snapped it, chewing it, turning on his phone and throwing a piece of news onto the screen:

"Today at noon, the annual rare treasures auction conference ended successfully in the Fugui Hall of Zhonghai Wuzhou Hotel."

"A world-renowned ginseng fruit from the Kunlun Mountains, rarely seen in a century, was sold at a high price."

"Ms. Song Hongyan of the Five Lakes Group acquired it for three million yuan..."

On the screen, the host was impassioned, not only playing the picture of the auction house, but also showing the ginseng fruit.

Ugly, red, shaped like a dragon head, like what Ye Fan eats in his mouth.

Even the code of the box on the table is exactly the same as that on the TV, 9981...

Ginseng fruit?

The Kunlun Mountains?

A hundred years?

Three million?

The crowd was completely stunned

Lin Qiuling clutched at her clothes.

A strong sense of regret swept over her heart...