The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 6 Humiliation at the Family Dinner
Chapter 6 Humiliation at the Seder
Fake painting?

Everyone looked at Han Jianfeng in surprise.

"fart!"

"It cost me more than 30 yuan to get this painting from a prodigal."

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

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

Seeing a group of relatives questioning him, Han Jianfeng felt his scalp explode: "They all said it was worth more than 300 million."

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

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

He was stern and soft: "Otherwise there will be no end."

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

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

The relatives who were shocked just now realized that they had been fooled by Ye Fan when they heard this sentence.

How could he, a good-for-nothing raised by the Tang family, understand these profound calligraphy and paintings?

If you are really capable, you don't need to be a door-to-door son-in-law to celebrate.

"Ye Fan, shut up if you don't understand, don't slander Jianfeng."

"Yeah, don't look at who you are, pretend to be a professional, can you tell what is good and what is bad?"

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

"Master Ghost Eye is the No. 1 appraiser. He has told the truth, so it must be true."

Dozens of relatives all became agitated, sarcasm mercilessly at Ye Fan, and their voices were particularly ear-piercing.

Tang Ruoxue's pretty face was so embarrassed that she didn't even have the strength to scold her.

When will Ye Fan not be so useless?

She is exhausted.

Ye Fan kept a calm face: "Dad is an antique collector, and he has screened countless paintings."

"Let Dad take a look later, and he will know if it's true or not."

Han Jianfeng's heart skipped a beat, hesitant inexplicably.

In addition to Ye Fan's calmness, there is another thing, he didn't buy this painting for 33, but bought it for [-].

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

After all, it is too easy to pick up cheap.

Now the anxiety is a little more.

Is there really something wrong with this painting?

"What's the noise?"

At this time, a majestic woman shouted at the door:

"On a great day, what do you mean when it's as noisy as a vegetable market?"

Lin Qiuling walked in with her husband Tang Sanguo.

A woman in her 40s, years have not left too many marks on her face.

She looks beautiful, her skin is white, and her femininity is still there. If you don't mention your age, you can easily be mistaken for someone in your early thirties.

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

Tang Ruoxue's three sisters inherited their looks from her.

However, her style is aggressive and domineering, and she is the owner of a large clinic, so she has a strong style both internally and externally.

Even Tang Sanguo obeyed her advice.

Therefore, as soon as Lin Qiuling came in, the audience was instantly quiet.

Han Jianfeng pointed to Ye Fan's complaint:
"Mom, it's not me who wants to quarrel, it's that idiot Ye Fan who said that the painting I bought for you is fake."

"Isn't this slandering my reputation?"

He looked aggrieved.

Ye Fan said lightly: "It was a fake."

"Shut up, what do you know?"

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

Although she wanted Ye Fan to win some face for herself, as Han Jianfeng said, how could Ye Fan understand antique calligraphy and painting?
Lin Qiuling glanced at Ye Fan in disgust, and led Tang Sanguo to the main seat and sat down:
"Bring me the painting."

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

Tang Sanguo liked to collect antiques, and Lin Qiuling also learned a little bit about it.

Han Jianfeng hurriedly handed over "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.

Unhappy eyes.

Han Jianfeng wanted to die, so it was obvious that the calligraphy and paintings were fakes.

Tang Ruoxue also caught this look, and was overjoyed, could it be that Ye Fan's fortune is really changing?

But what Lin Qiuling said next directly poured cold water on Tang Ruoxue.

"The calligraphy and painting are real, real works of Wu Daozi."

Lin Qiuling looked directly at Ye Fan, and asked with a straight face:

"Ye Fan, you have little knowledge and can't accomplish anything, so don't point fingers at antiques and make people laugh."

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

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

Ye Fan was taken aback, there was obviously something wrong with the calligraphy and painting, and it could be seen from Tang Sanguo and Lin Qiuling's accomplishments.

Han Jianfeng was also taken aback for a moment, and then overjoyed, he understood.

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

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

"Fake what fake?"

"You mean, your father and I are old, our eyesight is not good enough, we can't even tell the truth from the fake?"

"I said it was true, and it was true."

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

Tang Fenghua shouted to Ye Fan arrogantly:

"Ye Fan, Mom already said it's true, what are you talking about."

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

"That's right, there's no need to worry about a person who inserted the door backwards."

"Let me just say, what kind of calligraphy and painting does the house cook know? It must be slandering Jianfeng."

A group of relatives laughed at Ye Fan again.

Han Jianfeng was in high spirits: "Ye Fan, get over here and apologize."

Ye Fan looked at Lin Qiuling sharply, with a hint of sarcasm suddenly appearing on his face.

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

To her, Ye Fan is a door-to-door son-in-law, while Han Jianfeng is the boss of a construction company with a bright future.

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

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

Tang Fenghua snorted: "Apologize yet? Are you going to make your parents angry?"

Ye Fan smiled brightly. It was the original sin of the weak that so many people bullied him.

In the past, Ye Fan would have lowered his head and slapped himself twice to apologize, but he didn't want to back down tonight.

Concession will only make the other party gain an inch, and it will also hurt those around you.

"Zi-"

Ye Fan stepped forward, raised his finger, and pinched it.

The material of the painting is cloth, and after pinching, there was an extra thread, and then Ye Fan pulled it violently.

"Whoa-"

The so-called 300 million painting was instantly destroyed by Ye Fan, and Tang Ruoxue and the others changed their expressions drastically.

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

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

"nylon thread!"

"Synthetic fibers!"

"Born in [-]!"

"Wu Daozi, who has been around for more than 700 years, was painted by time travel?"

The audience was dead silent.

Everyone was dumbfounded for a moment.

Tang Fenghua also let out a sudden ah, her mouth opened wide, with an unbelievable expression on her face.

They originally wanted to see Ye Fan joke, but they were simply and rudely slapped in the face by Ye Fan.

The modern nylon thread appeared in the painting 700 years ago, even a fool would know that it is impossible.

A sword seals the throat!
Han Jianfeng's cheeks were hot and painful.

Lin Qiuling's face was also gloomy.

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

Seeing all the relatives despising her husband, Tang Fenghua couldn't hold back and took out Ye Fan's box.

turn on.

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

"Our fake painting is being deceived by others, and it would be disrespectful to use it to celebrate Dad's birthday."

"But what about you?"

"You give dad ginseng fruit as a gift, it's still a street stall, and you will eat dead people."

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

Han Jianfeng also took the hat off directly: "Ginseng fruit is so ugly, do you want to poison Dad to death?"

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

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

Ye Fan didn't apologize, but just pointed at the ginseng fruit: "Parents, do you also think this is a street stall?"

Tang Sanguo stared and examined, and suddenly his eyelids twitched, showing shock.

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

"Ugly in appearance, red in color, and pungent in smell."

Lin Qiuling stared at Ye Fan and shouted, "Isn't this a street stall?"

"On your birthday, you gave this to your father because you think he has a long life?"

Lin Qiuling scolded sharply: "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 fuss and embarrass himself even more?

"Did you hear me?"

Han Jianfeng grinned sinisterly: "Fool, if you want me to make a fool of yourself, it's not me who will be ashamed in the end."

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

"What is not trash?"

Tang Fenghua's face turned cold: "In my opinion, trash is not as good as it."

Ye Fan was disappointed, and disappointed with the Tang family, so he stopped giving face.

He picked up the ginseng fruit and snapped it off. While gnawing, he turned on the phone and projected a piece of news on the screen:

"At noon today, the annual Rare Treasures Auction Conference ended successfully in the Fugui Hall of China Overseas Continental Hotel."

"A ginseng fruit from the Kunlun Mountains, which is hard to see in a hundred years, sold for a sky-high price."

"Ms. Song Hongyan from Wuhu Group got it for 300 million..."

On the screen, the host was so impassioned that he not only played the picture of the auction house, but also showed the ginseng fruit.

Ugly, red, shaped like a dragon's head, the same as what Ye Fan ate in his mouth.

Even the code of the box on the table is exactly the same as that on the TV, nine nine eight one...

Ginseng fruit?
Kunlun Mountains?
Rarely seen in a hundred years?

300?
Everyone was completely stunned

Lin Qiuling grabbed her clothes tightly.

A strong regret rushed straight into my mind...

(End of this chapter)