My Evil Female CEO

Chu Ruoqing sat opposite to Gu Shaoqiang and stared at him fiercely. To her, the only thing he could do was to use his eyes to eliminate this man.

Unexpectedly, Gu Shaoqiang didn't have the slightest hint of fear, with a sinister smile on his face, he stared straight at her, without even blinking his eyes. The killing intent that was flowing in the room blotted out the sky and covered the earth, while Taro who was trembling in fear sneaked a peek at the two of them, not daring to even move.

He did not want Gu Shaoqiang to be defeated in front of Chu Ruoqing, but he also did not want them to reach a point where they could not tolerate each other even if it was a misunderstanding.

Song Haichuan didn't seem to notice. He took out an exquisite and plain wooden box from the safe, carefully put it on the desk, then put on gloves and opened it with extreme piety.

The yellowed scroll was wrapped in gold foil, and one could tell it was very valuable just by looking at the package. Song Haichuan slowly opened the scroll.

"Flight, I'll test you first. Since you have good knowledge of appraising items, look at this painting!"

Gu Shaoqiang lowered his head and looked carefully. Taro and Chu Ruoqing also came over curiously, it was a picture with the forest as the center. The White Eyed Tiger was hidden in a large area of the pine forest. The strong force of the pine trees and the proud wind were deeply rooted in the crevices of the rocky mountains. It was in an orderly fashion.

"This is Lu Baiwei's < Hidden Tiger of Pine Mountain >."

Gu Shaoqiang revealed a smile, and said with confidence. Lu Baiwei's paintings are long seen in the mountains and rivers, and her painting style was not the mainstream style at the time, so it could be said that no one knew about it at that time, and only when he was in his later years did he comprehend what he had learned. As a result, paintings that are passed down are extremely rare, and Lu Baiwei had never drawn any animals, so this Pine Mountain Hidden Tiger Painting can truly be considered as a rare treasure. "

"Hahaha, Flight, very good, Lu Baiwei's name isn't very famous in the world of painting. It's just as you said, his fame was too late, even when he was seventy years old, he was still able to draw a few paintings."

Song Haichuan patted Gu Shaoqiang's shoulder and laughed satisfactorily. "With your knowledge, you can't be too young. You know everything about antiques, and this painting was bought by me by a friend abroad, so it could be considered as having lost some cultural relics. Help me take a look and see if there are any problems."

Gu Shaoqiang scratched his forehead and laughed awkwardly, he shifted his gaze away from the scene and looked at the indignant Chu Ruoqing at the side, and held back for a long while before saying to Song Haichuan.

"Brother Song... How much did you spend on this painting? "

Song Haichuan frowned, he heard the meaning behind Gu Shaoqiang's words and trembled the teapot in his hand, and asked anxiously.

"Fake..." A fake? "

With an appraisal certificate, my dad auctioned it off for 20 million. Gu Shaoqiang, you said that this painting is fake, I know you would say that you were the one who tricked us, but tell me the truth.

Chu Ruoqing glanced at him and commanded.

"Identification certificate? Who appraised it? You asked the foreigners to appraise the ancestor's painting, did your brain get flooded? "

"Gu Shaoqiang didn't even look at Chu Ruoqing. This Xuan paper is indeed Yang Xuan's, and the ink used is also Pine Mist Ink. All of this still needs to be appraised, and can't be seen by the instruments, both paper and ink are true. According to your logic, if I were to draw an Ultraman fighting monster here today, and then bury it here for thousands of years, it would also become a treasure passed down in the world? "

"Gu Shaoqiang, you, you …"

"Stop talking."

Song Haichuan was anxious, he stared at Chu Ruoqing, then looked down at the drawing, and finally raised his head after a long while. Feiyang, you mean to say, this painting is real, but do you think that the one painting is not Lu Baiwei? "

"Brother Song, in reality, this is the case. This painting was not painted by Lu Baiwei!"

"Wh, why, why, why are you so sure that it wasn't Lu Baiwei's doing?"

Just as Gu Shaoqiang wanted to speak, Yu Di pulled on the corner of his clothes from behind.

"Don't spout nonsense if you don't understand. What are you thinking of, saying that twenty million was not even worth a penny?"

"Money is a small matter. I, Song Haichuan, like collecting things because I like history. This item has a heavy settling feeling to it, and I don't care about anything else. If it's fake, I'll go to the auction house and demand justice."

Song Haichuan waved his hand and said in a deep voice. Feiyang, tell me, why is this not Lu Baiwei's doing? "

"Brother Song, you should also know that Lu Baiwei became famous in his later years, but his fame has nothing to do with his paintings. According to the schools and styles at that time, Lu Baiwei's paintings were completely unranked, and the reason why he was able to become famous in this world is all because of another matter."

Gu Shaoqiang sat back on his chair and answered sincerely.

"I know, you are talking about the grievances of Yuan Chonghuan, Lu Baiwei is a disciple of Yuan Chonghuan, and also a teacher and friend. Yuan Chonghuan was killed by Yuan Chonghuan, and Lu Baiwei was punished by Yuan Chonghuan, in order to avenge Yuan Chonghuan, the crime of writing a letter was spread widely among the people, and as a result, Lu Baiwei was charged with the crime of conspiring against Yuan Chonghuan, and was sentenced to death at the same time as Yuan Chonghuan, so his name is known to the entire world."

Song Haichuan nodded.

Gu Shaoqiang stood up, walked in front of the painting, and pointed to the date on the painting.

"Brother Song, look at the time. It just so happens that Lu Baiwei was imprisoned in the Sky Prison. According to the time given, if I recall correctly, two days after this painting was completed, Lu Baiwei and Yuan Chonghuan will be executed."

"Well, yes, in two days."

Song Haichuan also walked over and nodded. But, but that does not mean that Lu Baiwei did not draw it? "

"Brother Song, you are currently in the study room of Lu Baiwei's family. You have met the person who is going to be beheaded in two days.

"That may not be the case. Maybe someone respected Lu Baiwei's noble character and integrity, and stealthily delivered them in for him to fulfill his final wish, and that's not impossible."

Chu Ruoqing said in disdain.

"I'm still paying my respects to Yuan Chonghuan. It was Qian Long who issued the edict that brought this matter to an end. At that time, Yuan Chonghuan was still not a hero. Do you know what it was?" Anti-thief! Who would respect and respect the villain they are talking about? "

Gu Shaoqiang rolled his eyes at Chu Ruoqing and said with a bitter smile. "Look at this picture, the Hidden Tiger Painting, carefully look at this tiger, no matter who the painter is, it is all borrowing things to draw this picture for Yu Zhi, the so-called diving dragon is clearly a tiger falling into a flat sun, even the overlords of the forest find it difficult to move a single step, their eyes are listless, looking left and right to find a way out, this was the situation they were in at the time, it is the same as when Lu Baiwei was locked up in the Sky Prison, maybe because of this, everyone believed that this was Lu Baiwei's real work."

Yeah, you said it yourself, the author used to paint as Yu Zhi, other than Lu Baiwei at that time, who else could draw such a legendary picture?

Chu Ruoqing argued on the basis of reason and did not cower.

Gu Shaoqiang scratched his chin, and looked at Song Haichuan with a smile without saying a word, and with Song Haichuan's IQ, he should understand why.

"Sigh …" Lu Baiwei's crime is treason, it was a capital offense of treason and immorality, even if he painted it himself, it would not have spread to this day! "

Song Haichuan sat heavily on the chair and sighed weakly.

"Dad, why, why?"

Chu Ruoqing asked in confusion.

However, at that time, whoever dared to collect Lu Baiwei's painting, if anyone really wanted to collect it, they had to prove that they were the accomplices and that the conspiracy was to kill nine of their own clans. Moreover, Lu Baiwei was not very famous at that time, so who would shoulder the responsibility of nine of their clansmen's lives for the painting of a prisoner.

Gu Shaoqiang explained in an indifferent tone.

"Dad, you, you mean what Gu Shaoqiang said is true? This painting is not Lu Baiwei's real work?"

Song Haichuan was drinking his tea quietly and shook his head after a long while.

"It's actually very simple. You don't need to look at anything else. You can see it just by the way the picture of the Hidden Tiger of Pine Mountain fell."

Gu Shaoqiang pointed to the seal on the left corner of the scroll and said with confidence. This painting could also have been painted by Lu Baiwei, or someone suddenly lost their mind and saved the painting for him. Nothing is absolute in the world, so everything can happen, but even if all the conditions are valid, if the seal on the painting wasn't used, it would still be fine. But with Lu Baiwei's seal on the painting, it would have been a waste of time, it was originally an ambiguous matter, and now, it has completely become a fake. "

"Of course you have to seal it. What's so strange about that?"

Taro could not help but ask in a low voice.

"Have you ever seen anyone who goes to prison with a cell phone?"

Gu Shaoqiang asked Taro while laughing merrily.

"Lu Baiwei is a prisoner facing death, if he's locked up in the Sky Prison, how could he possibly have a seal on him?"

Song Haichuan closed his eyes and said helplessly as he put down the teapot. "I was blind, I was blind. I only remembered to take a look at the paintings, and those bullsh * t appraisal reports. Why didn't I think of this?"

Taro and Chu Ruoqing suddenly realised, the seal drawn on the wall was unnecessary, causing the fake to be exposed. Chu Ruoqing looked at Song Haichuan and remained silent for a long time, she knew that he was not feeling good right now, and walked over to Song Haichuan's side and asked in concern.

"Dad, don't be too angry. I'll contact the auction house tomorrow and have them give an explanation."

"I'm not in a good mood either. It's just that I'm a little disappointed that my real work has now become a forgery."

Song Haichuan opened his eyes, and spoke peacefully to Chu Ruoqing, and then raised his head to look at Gu Shaoqiang. Feiyang, I really have to thank you today. If it wasn't for you, I would still be in the dark.

Furthermore, both the paper and the ink are real, so it will not be easy to determine whether the painting is real or not. I have also become more cautious, perhaps what I said is all wrong, you should get an expert to check on it for you.

Seeing Song Haichuan like that, Gu Shaoqiang felt bad, and said apologetically.

"Dad, his words are still true, looking at how he is now, just by saying a few casual words, you can't believe it all. Let's invite a few experts to take a look, I still insist on my view, Gu Shaoqiang is just spouting nonsense."

Chu Ruoqing held Song Haichuan's hand and said consolingly.

"What experts are you looking for? It's a good thing that experts don't lie now. In any case, I don't believe these people. Don't you know whether or not Flight is speaking nonsense? Don't try to comfort me."

Song Haichuan smiled disapprovingly. "Flight, if you're lucky, you'll gain some intelligence. I've already admitted to this, but today I've gained some insight. You did not recognize me as a brother for nothing. Oh right, since you're here, please help me look at another item."

"There, there's more?"

Taro said in a low voice, her heart still throbbing with fear.

Gu Shaoqiang laughed steadily and said.

"Brother Song, alright, it's been a long time since I've seen an antique collection, today I'll broaden my horizons at Brother Song's place."

"Ruo Qing, go, bring out the < Encyclopedia Invitation >."

"Bai, Bai Yi's' Courtyard Tile '"

Gu Shaoqiang jumped up from the chair, and said with a strange expression.

"Yes, why, why? Flight, you have such a huge reaction? "

Song Haichuan asked seriously.

"There's no need to take it. This, there's no need to look at this."

Gu Shaoqiang scratched his forehead and said awkwardly.

"Why? "Why not?"

"Fake, fake!"

Gu Shaoqiang deliberately suppressed his voice, afraid that Song Hai would lose his mind.

"Fake?"

Song Haichuan was stunned. He stood up and panted heavily. You, you didn't even take a look, how can you say that it's fake? "

"Of course, of course, there's no need to look. Because, really, it's really in my house …"

Gu Shaoqiang's voice was like a mosquito's buzz, he replied with his head lowered.