"Da-da."

The words fell.

Zhao Xiu'e glanced at her, and immediately ran to a few security guards, directly surrounding Ye Wuxian!

"Bang!"

Old Man Lan stood up and shouted roughly: "What are you doing!" ”

"I'm still here, today is my birthday party, how dare you do it in front of me?"

"Dad!"

Zhao Xiu'e frowned and dissuaded: "It's not that you want to do it, you want this waste to give an explanation!" ”

"He sent 100 million precious calligraphy and paintings to you, and immediately took a fake to disgust people."

"It is precisely because today is your 60th birthday that I will never allow this waste to stir up the situation!"

Lan Ruoshuang interjected: "Yes, grandpa." ”

"We know you feel sorry for that shit, but you can't be so openly partial, right?"

"Today is your birthday, if he does this kind of thing, if he is not severely punished, how will he serve the public in the future?"

"Shut up!"

Old Man Lan drank off, took a deep breath, pulled Ye Wuxian, and asked, "Wuxian, you tell Grandpa, does it mean anything else to give me this congratulatory gift?" ”

"I think it's important to be courteous and affectionate."

"I don't care how much the gift is worth, I just care about the heart."

"Even if it's just a fake, I ......"

"Grandpa, the congratulatory gift I gave is not a fake, it is genuine."

Ye Wuxian raised his voice and was about to defend himself, but Lan Ruoxue, who really couldn't listen to it, stepped forward and shouted, "Enough is enough, Ye Wuxian!" ”

"I understand that you have the heart to congratulate your grandfather on his birthday, but obviously the tiger is less than the real thing, yours is a fake, why are you still talking nonsense with red mouth and white teeth?"

"Is self-esteem really that important in your eyes?"

"Can't you be a little more mature?"

Her words also represent the voices of everyone.

In their eyes, Ye Wuxian is just arguing with strong words and embarrassing people.

Ye Wuxian didn't care about other people's opinions, but listening to what Lan Ruoxue said, he was inexplicably a little sad.

"In your eyes, I'm just defending my self-esteem?"

Ye Wuxian sneered and said indifferently: "Whether I am mature or not has nothing to do with you. ”

"Today I'm just here to congratulate my grandfather on his birthday, and I don't care how much it's worth."

"All I know is that this painting is my heart."

"Pei Qinghu's paintings and I, who is real and who is fake, there is no need to insist on each word, don't you find an expert to taste?"

Speaking of which.

He looked around and finally looked at Lan Taipo!

This is the son of the Lan family, and he is also Lan Ruoxue's father.

Because he was obsessed with calligraphy, painting and antiques, he handed over power to Lan Ruoxue at an early age and concentrated on his career.

He opened a shop in the antique street, and in this regard, he was a connoisseur.

"No harm, are you sure you want me to taste it?"

Lan Taibao looked at each other suspiciously.

He is not as disgusted with this former son-in-law as his wife.

Anyway, whether it is the family business or internal strife, it has nothing to do with him.

He just wants to do what he loves and that's it.

These two paintings, at first sight, whether it is color or material, including texture, it is obvious that Pei Qinghu's is stronger.

He doesn't understand, if he makes a fake, not only does he not admit it, but he also wants to let himself taste it, isn't this self-defeating?

"Of course."

Ye Wuxian nodded, glanced at Pei Qinghu, and said indifferently: "I know if my painting is real." ”

"Looking for an expert to taste, I also want to seek justice, I don't know if Pei Qinghu dares or not......"

"Dare!"

"What am I afraid of?"

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent.

Forced by Ye Wuxian, Pei Qinghu had no choice but to grit his teeth and nod!

The painting he sent was indeed a fake.

spent tens of thousands of dollars and invited a copying master to simulate.

Are you kidding.

He is rich, but not stupid.

Spending 100 million to give to Master Lan, isn't this brain-dead?

In his heart, he still prefers Huang Pianruo.

As for Lan Ruoxue, although he is good in all aspects, he is at most just playing and deceiving a cannon.

With the means of the master's copying, it is enough to confuse the real with the false.

But who knows, this waste actually made a painting.

To be honest, the moment he showed up, he was really startled.

Especially the way he says it now, it's the same as the truth.

"However, this painting has long been lost, and even if it is known, it cannot be this waste."

"At the market value, it is worth at least 100 million, and it is priceless."

"If you want to say that this nonsense calligraphy and painting is true, even if you kill Lao Tzu, you won't believe it!"

Come to think of this.

Pei Qinghu is sure that the painting in the other party's hand is definitely not real!

He is now so on the line, he is definitely gambling with himself.

It's a pity that I was scared since I was a child, why don't you dare?!

"But I have one condition."

Pei Qinghu took a deep breath and looked at Ye Wuxian playfully, "If it turns out that your painting is fake, you have to kneel down for me and kowtow to admit your mistake." ”

"After all, you slandered me with a fake, which caused serious damage to my reputation."

"You have to apologize to me, or ......"

"Yes, no problem."

Ye Wuxian interrupted and asked rhetorically, "Then what if my painting is real?" ”

"Impossible!"

"Whether it's possible or not, since you want to make a bet, you have to follow the rules!"

Pei Qinghu had a gloomy face and said, "What do you say?" ”

"I don't ask you to apologize to me, but you have to send 100 million funds directly to grandpa's account."

"Since the congratulatory gift is fake, the money given must be real money, right?"

Rumble!

As soon as these words came out, Pei Qinghu's head exploded in an instant!

He didn't expect that this waste was so ruthless, and it would cost 100 million if he opened his mouth.

The Pei family is rich.

100 million is just a drop in the bucket.

But now my father is only a candidate for the future head of the family, and he is not the only young master.

The monthly pocket money is only about 100,000 yuan, and there is no accumulation over the years, and 100 million yuan of funds is really painful.

"Don't say 100 million, even if it's 100 million, there are few people and tigers!"

Lan Ruoshuang sneered: "Besides, you have just been addicted, can few people really pay for it?" ”

"You still have to appreciate the whole fake, and after my dad announces the results in a while, see how you die!"

"Hu Shao, promise him, anyway, he won't really pay for it, his painting must be fake!"

Zhao Xiu'e followed the persuasion.

"Okay, I promise you!"

Pei Qinghu gritted his teeth and nodded.

He was sure that the other party's painting was a fake.

said that it was 100 million, but in fact, he didn't have to spend a dime.

As long as you pass this level, you will definitely be able to win the favor of the Lan family.

When the time comes, I will talk about it again, and directly coax Lan Ruoxue to bed, and cook raw rice into mature rice!

"Someone."

"Send the two paintings over for my husband to identify."

With Zhao Xiu'e's order, the two security guards immediately brought the two paintings to the Lan Taibao.

The Blue Taipo, on the other hand, loves the antique business and carries tools with him wherever he goes.

After opening the box, taking out the magnifying glass and professional utensils, I began to appreciate it.

Everyone watched intently, for fear of missing any details.

Only Ye was unharmed, sat down, continued to eat and drink, and compared to before, his appetite was better and he ate more deliciously.

"Eat, eat, eat, know to eat."

"Eat you waste!"

Lan Ruoshuang glanced at him, her face full of mockery.

Zhao Xiu'e snorted coldly: "Let him eat, wait for the results to come out in a while, I see if he can still eat it!" ”

"How do I feel like he's having a full meal before he hits the road, haha."

Pei Qinghu chuckled: "After a while, the results will come out, not only will he kowtow to me and apologize, but he will also be ruined." ”

"In the future, I will take this matter, give him a good publicity, and take a fake to congratulate him on his birthday at the birthday banquet of Master Lan, so that he can't even mix in Jinghan City!"

Heard.

Lan Ruoxue was inexplicably frightened.

Since the divorce, after several contacts, she can feel that this leaf is not injured, and it seems that she has some ability.

But he also gets carried away, does things arrogantly, and doesn't know how to converge at all.

Knowing that he couldn't do it, he didn't know how to help him this time.

The last time the Wutong warehouse incident made her have some good feelings for the other party.

But today, his way of dying disappointed him greatly.

Perhaps, calling him here today is a mistake in itself.

Time flies.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

As Lan Taibao put down the magnifying glass and tools, looking at his solemn expression, Zhao Xiu'e couldn't wait to ask, "How about husband, that waste painting is fake, right?" ”

"Do you need to talk about it?"

"Dad, I've seen antiques many times, and every time I look like this, it means that there is a fake."

Lan Ruoshuang urged: "Dad, you hurry up and announce the result, is that waste painting a fake?" ”

Others agreed.

I was looking forward to slapping Ye Wuwu's face for a while.

But as a result, Lan Taibao sighed, returned Ye Wuxian's picture to the other party as a treasure, and asked curiously: "No injury, I really didn't expect that you actually have Yuan Chongming's true handiwork in your hand, this picture of a hundred birds and pine cranes is real!" ”

Bang!

As soon as these words came out, they shocked the four seats!

Everyone looked at the picture scroll in each other's hands in disbelief, and when they looked at Ye Wuxian again, their faces changed.

"How so?"

"This waste painting, it's actually the real thing?"

"It's worth 100 million, how did he get it."

"That's not the point, the point is, his painting is real, isn't the painting in Hu Shao's hand a fake?"

Talk about it.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Pei Qinghu again.

"Poof."

At this time, Pei Qinghu, like a thunderbolt from the sky, couldn't stand steadily.

A shudder, falling directly to the ground!

His face was pale and sweat was pouring down.

He stared at all this in amazement and muttered to himself, "How can this be? ”

"Impossible, this can't be."

……