Chapter 66: Worth Over 100 Million!

On the festive day of the old lady's seventieth birthday, he actually tore up the gift given by Qin Feng directly and stepped on two feet.

Lin Qing only felt that these two feet were as uncomfortable as stepping on herself.

Then the old lady scolded angrily: "I don't have a shameful son like you, granddaughter, take your garbage, get out of here!" Roll as far as you want! ”

In front of everyone's ridiculed eyes, Lin Qing was so scolded that he didn't dare to raise his head, so he could only stare at Qin Feng hatefully.

I thought to myself, if you don't have the money to prepare a gift, you just say, ah, buy a painting from a roadside stall, what's the matter?

It's a shame.

Lin Hongwen and Hu Lanfang also thought so in their hearts, bowed their heads and said nothing, in fact, they greeted Qin Feng's ancestors for the eighteen generations in their hearts.

But Qin Feng didn't feel embarrassed in the slightest, looked down at the fragments on the ground, and said with a light sigh: "Your Lin family, you really have no eyes, the famous paintings worth more than 100 million yuan are rubbish in your eyes." ”

"Worth more than 100 million? What kind of joke are you kidding? Lin Guangyao seemed to hear the funniest joke.

Lin Wan covered her mouth and chuckled: "Brother, don't be angry, maybe this waste is talking about the Stygian coin." ”

"The surname is Qin, you said that the broken painting you gave is worth more than 100 million, so do you dare to make a bet with me?" Lin Guangyao said gloomily, "I'll find a professional to identify it, if you talk nonsense, you kneel down and kowtow to me!" ”

"If that's true, you're going to kneel for me?" Qin Feng smiled but did not speak.

"That's right!" Lin Guangyao nodded, raised his chin, and said defiantly, "Do you dare to bet?" ”

"What would I not dare." Qin Feng shrugged.

Seeing this scene, many guests shook their heads, in their eyes, this Qin Feng was an idiot at all.

"This little beast is not ashamed enough, let's leave him alone, let's go quickly!"

Hu Lanfang pulled Lin Hongwen and Lin Qing, and the family planned to escape.

At this time, Lin Guangyao smiled and nodded, not giving Qin Feng a chance to regret it at all, but looked at an old man in Tang costume in the crowd: "Mr. Huang, you are the honorary president of our Jiangzhou Art Association, please come and appraise it, the broken painting sent by my waste brother-in-law can be worth a few dollars." ”

"Since Mr. Lin invited, then the old man will come and take a look."

Chairman Huang nodded, put on his reading glasses, and then walked over tremblingly, picked up the fragments on the ground, and began to observe them carefully.

Who knew this observation, President Huang's body shook violently, and then the whole person was obsessed, staring at the pile of fragments.

"This painting... More than 100 million..."

Hearing President Huang's words, Lin Guangyao laughed, pointed at Qin Feng and said, "Waste, what else do you have to say?" Get down on my knees! ”

At this time, Chairman Huang suddenly said: "What I said is not worthless, but more than that!" The value of this painting is by no means only 100 million! I conservatively estimate that it can be worth at least five or six hundred million! ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Everyone's faces were written with incredulity.

Is this painting really worth a thousand dollars?

"President Huang, you—are you kidding? At this level, can a broken painting be worth five or six billion? Lin Guangyao's smile was already a little stiff at this time.

President Huang sighed and said, "You offspring, you know a fart!" This is the Song Dynasty painter Wang Ximeng's book "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", the painting is not a pattern, but an artistic conception! Do you understand the artistic conception! Wang Ximeng's writings are still in the world, only this one! It was torn to shreds, it's just... It just hurts my heart..."

As he spoke, President Huang clutched his heart, his face full of grief.

He is the honorary president of the Jiangzhou Art Association, a celebrity of artists, and will never talk nonsense.

Mrs. Lin's face couldn't help but change greatly, and she hurriedly asked, "President Huang, this painting... Can this painting be restored? ”