My Ares Son-in-Law

"This is impossible!" The girl's scream was like a sharp blade, instantly piercing the deathly silence in the store.

The sound was so sharp and piercing that it made the Song Dynasty tea cups placed on the antique shelf jingle, as if they were trembling with fear at the sudden change.

Qin Fang felt a buzzing sound in his head, and the sandalwood cane in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

It was as if all his strength had been drained away from him, yet he still managed to hold on tightly to the carved railing, his knuckles turning white as bones from the force, as if he was about to crush the railing.

This painting is a "national treasure" that he bought at Sotheby's spring auction last year after eighteen rounds of fierce bidding, and was finally sold at a sky-high price of 350 million!

At that time, he was filled with joy, thinking that he had obtained a priceless treasure.

Five experts from the Palace Museum also jointly issued an appraisal letter, and every word on that letter seemed to be a symbol of authority.

When officials came to visit last month, they specially wrote an inscription on this painting as a souvenir. What a magnificent scene it was!
But now, this painting has become a modern parody? How can he accept this!
"Burn! Burn it now!" Qin Fang suddenly shouted, and the sound echoed in the store like thunder.

His white hair stood on end and his eyes were bloodshot, like an enraged beast.

The two guys were so frightened by the sudden shouting that their faces turned pale and their legs began to tremble involuntarily.

They carried the picture frame into the backyard tremblingly. Their movements were cautious and a little panicked, as if they were not carrying a painting but a bomb that could explode at any time.

The moment the flames rose, Qin Fang suddenly turned around as if pulled by some force.

He bowed deeply to Xiao Chen, his forehead almost touching the bricks, and said in a trembling and awe-filled voice: "Sir, you are so talented! Qin is blind! I'm sorry for offending you just now, I hope you will forgive me. May I ask your name?"

"Xiao Chen, Chen means morning light. Come here to buy some original works." The young man put his hands in his pockets, with an indifferent expression, and his eyes casually swept across the wall of calligraphy and paintings.

Those ancient paintings that were priceless in the eyes of others seemed to him to be just fakes that could be found everywhere in street stalls and had no appeal at all.

Qin Fang's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart under his silk jacket was beating like a drum.

The antique circle in the ancient city is as deep as the sea. Many noble families have fought tooth and nail for a Ming or Qing dynasty painting, and even become enemies.

The young man in front of me can see through this fake at a glance. His eyesight is so sharp that it is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

If you can get close to this "lively eye", you will be like a fish in water in the antique circle in the future!
He was thinking about it happily, when suddenly, a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead, making him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.

Xiao Chen? Isn't the once famous God of War King also called this?

He was startled and looked at the person in front of him carefully again.

The person in front of me was as tall and straight as a pine tree, with a vague sense of oppression lingering around him. His temperament was somewhat similar to the mighty god of war in my memory.

However, this God of War King has been famous for a long time, and the man in front of him is so young that he can hardly believe it.

Qin Fang's throat tightened, and his voice trembled slightly: "Whatever Mr. Xiao wants, I will do my best to find it for him, even if I have to dig three feet into the ground."

Xiao Chen put his hands in his pockets, looking calm, and casually threw out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.

The note drew an arc in the air and landed lightly on the Huanghuali wood table in front of Qin Fang.

Qin Fang quickly put on his reading glasses and took a closer look. He saw the names of twelve treasures written in cursive script, including Gu Kaizhi's Song Dynasty copy of "The Goddess of the Luo River" and Yan Liben's Tang Dynasty original "The Emperor and the Monk in the Imperial Palace". Each word was written in a flamboyant style, yet it also revealed an unquestionable domineering aura.

The veins on the back of Qin Fang's hands suddenly throbbed and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

These are rare and unique copies that are rarely seen even in the warehouse of the Palace Museum!
Each piece carries thousands of years of history and culture and is a priceless treasure.

On ordinary days, it was difficult for him to even hear about these treasures, let alone see them with his own eyes.

Now, Xiao Chen listed these treasures casually and asked him to find them. How could he not be shocked?

"I don't have high requirements. Imitations are fine, but they must be from ancient times, and the older the better. If they are imitated by modern practitioners, that's fine too. Send them to this address within three days."

Xiao Chen's voice was deep and powerful, as if carrying an irresistible majesty.

After saying that, he turned and left, his handsome back carrying an indescribable confidence.

The wind brought by turning around gently lifted the account book on the counter, revealing densely packed transaction records. Those records seemed to be telling the story of Qin Renxuan's past glory and bustle.

Qin Lingling stood aside, watching Xiao Chen's departing back, stamping her feet in anger.

The pair of diamond earrings on her ears flashed a cold light as she moved, as if expressing her dissatisfaction.

"Grandpa! He was just lucky and happened to find the flaw in the painting. Why are you so polite to him?" Qin Lingling crossed her arms over her chest, pouted, and looked unconvinced.

"Shut up!" Qin Fang turned around suddenly, his bloodshot eyes burning with fear and awe.

He knew very well that being able to find the truth amidst thousands of layers of confusion was a skill that not everyone could possess.

In the entire Dragon Kingdom, there are no more than five people with this kind of vision.

Xiao Chen is young, but he has such amazing abilities. He will definitely have a bright future.

"From today on, everyone in Qin Renxuan must be more respectful to Mr. Xiao than they are to me! Anyone who dares to be disrespectful to Mr. Xiao will be punished according to family rules!" Qin Fang's voice was loud and clear, echoing in the shop.

Qin Lingling was so angry that her chest heaved violently, and her carefully styled curly hair swayed slightly with her movements.

She stomped her feet, and her red high heels made a crisp sound on the blue brick floor, and the sound seemed to be an outlet for her anger.

"Grandpa, do you think too highly of this kid? I admit that he has some vision, but the entire Dragon Country is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and Jiangcheng is full of masters. What can Xiao Chen count for? He might fall one day."

Qin Lingling still refused to give in and tried to persuade her grandfather to change his mind.

However, Qin Fang just shook his head and ignored her. He looked in the direction where Xiao Chen left, his heart full of expectation and awe.

Qin Fang, however, still stood like a sculpture, staring at the direction where Xiao Chen disappeared, his eyes empty and deep.

There was a complex light flashing in his cloudy eyes at this moment, with shock, awe, and a hint of unspeakable expectation, as if he was still savoring everything that had just happened, and every detail was constantly replaying in his mind like a movie.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, his voice low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of time: "A Ling, your vision is still too narrow, you have no idea what I saw just now. That is not a skill that ordinary people can have." (End of this chapter)