Humiliation at the Family Dinner

Fake painting?

Everyone looked at Han Jianfeng in surprise.

"Bullshit!"

"I spent more than 300,000 yuan to get this painting from a loser."

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

"I also asked several experts, including the famous Ghost Eye Master, and they all said it was real."

Seeing a group of relatives questioning him, Han Jianfeng felt his scalp explode: "They all said it was worth more than three million."

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

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

He was timid: "Otherwise it's not over."

"That's right, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

Tang Fenghua also looked contemptuous: "You are a househusband, what do you know about calligraphy and painting?"

The relatives who were shocked just now realized that they were fooled by Ye Fan after hearing this.

How could he, a waste who was supported by the Tang family, understand these profound calligraphy and paintings?

If he is really capable, he doesn't need to be a live-in son-in-law to bring good luck.

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

"Yeah, don't you look at what kind of person you are? Why are you pretending to be a professional? Can you tell what is good and what is bad?"

"How dare you say that calligraphy and paintings are fake when you can't even find a job?"

"Master Ghost Eye is the best treasure appraiser. He said it is real, so it must be real."

Dozens of relatives became agitated and ridiculed Ye Fan mercilessly, and their voices were particularly harsh.

Tang Ruoxue's pretty face was very ugly, and she didn't even have the energy to scold.

When will Ye Fan not be so useless?

She was exhausted.

Ye Fan kept a calm face: "Dad is an antique collector and has identified unnumbered paintings."

"Let Dad take a look later, and you will know whether it is real or fake."

Han Jianfeng's heart skipped a beat, and he hesitated for no reason.

In addition to Ye Fan's calmness, he did not buy this painting for more than 300,000 yuan, but got it for 30,000 yuan.

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

After all, it was too easy to get a bargain.

Now he was even more uneasy.

Is there really something wrong with this painting?

"What are you arguing about?"

At this time, a majestic woman's voice came from the door:

"It's a good day, why are you making a fuss like a vegetable market?"

Lin Qiuling walked in with her husband Tang Sanguo.

A woman in her forties, but the years have not left too many traces on her face and body.

She has a beautiful appearance, white skin, and feminine charm. If you don't tell her age, it's easy to be mistaken for being in her early thirties when you go out.

It is rumored that Lin Qiuling was also a great beauty in Zhonghai when she was young, and she couldn't count her suitors with her hands and feet.

The appearance of the three sisters Tang Ruoxue is inherited from her.

However, she is fierce and domineering, and she is the owner of a large clinic, so she is strong both internally and externally.

Even Tang Sanguo obeys her.

Therefore, when Lin Qiuling came in, the whole place was instantly quiet.

Han Jianfeng pointed at Ye Fan and complained:

"Mom, I'm not the one who wants to quarrel, it's Ye Fan, that idiot, who said that the painting I bought for Dad is fake."

"Isn't this slandering my reputation?"

He looked aggrieved.

Ye Fan said lightly: "It was fake in the first place."

"Shut up, what do you know?"

Tang Ruoxue pulled Ye Fan's sleeve angrily: "Don't embarrass yourself, okay?"

Although she wanted Ye Fan to save some face for her, as Han Jianfeng said, how could Ye Fan understand antiques, calligraphy and paintings?

Lin Qiuling glanced at Ye Fan with disgust, and took Tang Sanguo to the main seat and sat down:

"Bring the painting here."

Lin Qiuling pointed her finger at Han Jianfeng: "Let me and your dad see it."

Tang Sanguo likes to collect antiques, and Lin Qiuling also learned a little bit.

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

Tang Sanguo and Lin Qiuling took the calligraphy and painting and examined them carefully.

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

Lin Qiuling raised her head and glanced at Han Jianfeng.

Her eyes were unhappy.

Han Jianfeng wanted to die. This was clearly a fake calligraphy and painting.

Tang Ruoxue also caught this look and was happy. Could it be that Ye Fan's luck really turned?

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

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

Lin Qiuling looked directly at Ye Fan and asked with a stern face: "Ye Fan, you are shallow-minded and have accomplished nothing. Don't point fingers at antiques and make people laugh at you."

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

"Otherwise, don't go back to the Tang family."

Ye Fan was stunned. There was obviously something wrong with this calligraphy and painting. With the attainments of Tang Sanguo and Lin Qiuling, they would definitely be able to see it.

Han Jianfeng was also stunned, and then he was happy. He understood.

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

Ye Fan wanted to explain, but Lin Qiuling interrupted him sharply:

"What do you mean by fake?"

"You mean, your dad and I are old, our eyes are not good, and we can't even tell the real from the fake?"

"I said it's real, it's real."

She ordered: "Apologize to your brother-in-law immediately."

Tang Fenghua shouted at Ye Fan arrogantly:

"Ye Fan, Mom said it's real, why are you still talking nonsense."

"Mom, don't be angry, Ye Fan is a waste, pretending to be an expert in front of you and dad, you don't know what to say."

"That's right, a son-in-law, there's no need to care."

"I said, what does a househusband know about calligraphy and painting? It must be slandering Jianfeng."

A group of relatives laughed at Ye Fan again.

Han Jianfeng was in high spirits: "Ye Fan, come here and apologize to me."

Ye Fan looked at Lin Qiuling sharply, and a hint of teasing suddenly appeared on his face.

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

Ye Fan is a live-in son-in-law to her, while Han Jianfeng is the boss of a construction company and a son-in-law with a promising future.

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

Tang Ruoxue's pretty face was gloomy: "Ye Fan, apologize."

Tang Fenghua snorted: "Still not apologizing? Do you want to make your parents angry?"

Ye Fan smiled, and smiled brightly. So many people bullied him, and the weak were really innocent.

In the past, Ye Fan would definitely bow his head and slap himself twice to apologize, but he didn't want to give in tonight.

Giving in would only make the other party push forward and hurt the people around him.

"Zi——"

Ye Fan took a step forward, raised his fingers, and pinched them.

The material of the painting was cloth, and this pinch suddenly added a thread, and then Ye Fan pulled it violently.

"Hua La——"

The painting, which was said to be worth three million, was destroyed by Ye Fan in an instant, and Tang Ruoxue and the others changed their faces drastically.

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

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

"Nylon line!"

"Artificial synthetic fiber!"

"Born in 1938!"

"Wu Daozi, who lived more than 700 years ago, traveled through time and painted this?"

The whole audience was dead silent.

Everyone was dumbfounded for a moment.

Tang Fenghua also screamed, her mouth opened wide, with a look of disbelief on her face.

They wanted to laugh at Ye Fan, but they were simply and rudely slapped in the face by Ye Fan.

Nylon line from modern times appeared in a painting from 700 years ago. Even a fool would know that it was impossible.

Sword to the throat!

Han Jianfeng's cheeks were burning with pain.

Lin Qiuling's face was also gloomy and ugly.

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

Seeing that a group of relatives despised her husband, Tang Fenghua couldn't help but took out Ye Fan's box.

Opened it.

She poured out the ginseng fruit and slammed it on the table with a bang.

"We were deceived when we bought the fake painting. It's disrespectful to use it to celebrate Dad's birthday."

"But what about you?"

"You gave Dad a ginseng fruit as a gift, and it's cheap. It's deadly."

Tang Fenghua pointed at Ye Fan and cursed: "Compared to your gift, we are a hundred times better."

Han Jianfeng also directly accused him: "The ginseng fruit is so ugly, do you want to poison Dad?"

Everyone looked at the ugly and red ginseng fruit, accusing Ye Fan of having bad intentions.

Tang Ruoxue frowned and pulled Ye Fan's sleeve: "Ye Fan, apologize to Mom."

Ye Fan did not apologize, but pointed at the ginseng fruit: "Mom and Dad, do you also think this is cheap?"

Tang Sanguo stared at it, and suddenly his eyelids jumped, and his eyes were shocked.

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

"It looks ugly, the color is bright red, and the smell is pungent."

Lin Qiuling stared at Ye Fan and shouted: "If this is not a street stall product, what is it?"

"On the birthday, you gave this to your father, do you think he will live long?"

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

She defended Han Jianfeng.

The firepower instantly turned to Ye Fan.

Tang Ruoxue looked at Ye Fan angrily. Is this bastard going to make a big thing and make herself more embarrassed?

"Did you hear that?"

Han Jianfeng grinned: "Fool, you want me to make a fool of myself, and in the end you will be embarrassed."

Ye Fan looked at Lin Qiuling and Tang Sanguo and asked: "Is my gift really rubbish?"

"If it's not rubbish, what is it?"

Tang Fenghua's face turned cold: "In my opinion, it's worse than rubbish."

Ye Fan was disappointed, disappointed with the Tang family, and no longer gave face.

He picked up the ginseng fruit and cracked it. While chewing it, he opened his phone and projected a piece of news on the screen:

"At noon today, the annual auction of rare treasures was successfully concluded in the Fugui Hall of Zhonghai Wuzhou Hotel."

"A dragon head ginseng fruit from Kunlun Mountain, which is rare in a century, was sold at a sky-high price."

"Ms. Song Hongyan of Wuhu Group bought it for three million..."

On the screen, the host was passionate and not only played the scene of the auction, but also displayed the ginseng fruit.

Ugly, red, shaped like a dragon head, just like the one Ye Fan had in his mouth.

Even the box code on the table was exactly the same as on TV, 9981...

Ginseng fruit?

Kunlun Mountain?

Rarely seen in a century?

Three million?

Everyone was completely stunned.

Lin Qiuling grabbed her clothes tightly.

A strong sense of regret rushed into her mind...