Sorry, the System is Really Amazing

At this time, Mr. Peng seemed to be completely obsessed with that painting.

The expression on his face is sometimes pleasantly surprised, sometimes demented, and sometimes melancholy... It almost looks like a maniac.

Father Mo, Mo Qing, and Boss Zhuo were all a little confused.

"What painting is this?"

Both Boss Zhuo and Father Mo couldn't help but go up to have a look.

"It looks like Tang Yin signed it? It's unlikely, right?" Boss Zhuo was stunned, and then questioned.

Boss Zhuo is keen on collecting ancient calligraphy and paintings. He knows very well that the authentic works of Tang Bohu circulating on the market are very, very rare, so to speak.

"This! This painting skill is amazing!" As a very famous painter in Yanshi, Mo's father still has some artistic attainments in calligraphy and painting. At this time, when he saw the painting, Mo's father was a little surprised The feeling of heaven and man, the mind is gradually subtle, and I am attracted by that painting.

However, Father Mo was not sure whether the painting was genuine or a fake.

It was very quiet in the study.

After 20 minutes...

"Authentic! Tang Bohu's authentic!" Finally, Mr. Peng raised his head, excited like a child, his face full of unsatisfactory expressions, "Confirmed, this is Tang Bohu's authentic!"

"Old Peng..." Boss Zhuo frowned. "This painting is really good, but...would you think it over again? There is no seal on the painting, and there is no collection seal...Old Peng, I brought a portable microscope, can you take a look again?"

"Don't look at it." Mr. Peng waved his hand. "This is the real work, I can guarantee it with my head!"

After a pause, Mr. Peng laughed. "You don't understand the business of appraising ancient calligraphy and painting."

"That's right." Boss Zhuo nodded. "Old Peng, you are highly respected in this line of work."

"Let me tell you this, where is the essence of authenticating ancient calligraphy and painting? It's not eyesight, experience, and even less knowledge. It's talent, feeling."

"Feeling? This thing is a bit illusory." Boss Zhuo was confused.

Old Peng talked about it incessantly. "I debuted at the age of 18. I have worked in this industry for most of my life. I have never had an eyelid. People in the industry say that I was born to eat this bowl of food. Do you think I debuted at a young age, how much experience can I have? What matters is talent, feeling!"

"Authentic works, in fact, there is no need to deliberately appraise them. As long as I stand in front of it, I can feel a sense of tranquility. Only authentic works can make people addicted and unable to extricate themselves." Peng Lao shook his head and said. "This painting is the authentic work of Tang Bohu. I won't talk about the age of the paper, the painting skills, and the style of painting. I can appreciate this painting for three days and three nights without sleep. Do you believe it?"

Father Mo and Boss Zhuo understood what Mr. Peng said.

In short, the authentic works of ancient calligraphy and painting can make people calm down, and the more they look at them, the more comfortable they become.

"Old Mo, I really didn't expect you to have such a good thing in your collection! National treasure!" Boss Zhuo completely believed what Peng Lao said. After all, he is a professional, and he is the master of this industry.

While speaking, Boss Zhuo's gaze kept flickering, revealing a businessman's cunning expression.

"Old Mo, wait a minute, I will discuss with Mr. Peng." Boss Zhuo pulled Mr. Peng aside and discussed in private.

"Xiaoqing, what's the matter with this painting? Tang Bohu's authentic work! It's a priceless treasure!" Father Mo asked tremblingly. "Where did you get it?"

"Ye Chen gave it to me." Mo Qing was also shocked.

Last night Ye Chen casually put the painting in an ordinary black plastic pocket and stuffed it to her.

She didn't take it seriously at all.

Looking at it now, this painting is really not easy!

"Dad, Ye Chen's intention is to let you use this painting to make up for that painting by Zhang Daqian." Mo Qing said truthfully.

"This... this... this is too precious!" Father Mo trembled excitedly,

"Xiaoqing, what is Xiaochen's background? This painting is not something ordinary people can have!"

"He has a lot of hidden things." Mo Qing muttered. "I can't figure him out."

At this time, Boss Zhuo and Mr. Peng came over.

"Ahem..." Boss Zhuo coughed a few times. "Old Mo, since my painting by Zhang Daqian is broken, I won't pursue it for the sake of our friendship for many years. But... you have to give up this authentic painting of Tang Bohu to me. You see Okay?"

Mr. Peng said seriously. "Old Mo, let me do a notarization. If you destroy Boss Zhuo's painting, you have to pay for it. It's only right and proper. Use this authentic work of Tang Bohu to pay for it! However, I can't take advantage of you. The painting by Zhang Daqian , when it is on the market, it can be worth at least 15 million. Your authentic painting of Tang Bohu is estimated to be worth 20 to 30 million. But your painting does not have a seal or a collection seal, so you have discounted it. Let’s make a compromise. Boss Zhuo will give you another 8 million yuan, and the painting belongs to him, what do you think?"

"This... I can't decide..." Father Mo looked at Mo Qing.

"Dad, tell them to wait, I'll call Ye Chen right away." Mo Qing took out her phone, left the study, went to the balcony, and dialed Ye Chen's phone number.

"Sister, miss me?" Ye Chen answered the phone and said with a smile.

"Ye Chen, don't be silly." Mo Qing smiled. "Yes, I miss you a little bit. But it's serious to call you. What happened to the painting you gave me yesterday?"

"Old sister, didn't I say that, if you asked your uncle to hand over the painting to the boss, you should be entitled to compensate him for Zhang Daqian's painting." Ye Chen said lightly.

"But... that painting of yours is the authentic work of Tang Bohu! Are you really willing to give it to me?"

"What are you reluctant to part with? Old sister, let me tell you quietly, I drew it myself." Ye Chen half-jokingly half-seriously said.

"Don't be kidding, you think I'm a three-year-old girl, you drew it?" Mo Qing laughed.

"It was really drawn by me. If you like it, I will draw a few more pictures for you another day. Not to mention this thing, I can even draw you the picture of the river on the Qingming Festival. Okay, old lady, I will hang up the phone first , Just give the painting to someone else."

Mo Qing walked back to the study from the balcony and looked at Father Mo. "Okay, Dad, give them the painting, and solve the urgent need first."

Ten minutes later, Mo's father sent away Boss Zhuo and Mr. Peng who were overjoyed, holding a check for 8 million in cash.

"It's thanks to Xiaochen who rescued me this time." Father Mo looked at Mo Qing and smacked his lips. "This is the importance of having a good son-in-law."

"Dad, why did you become so snobbish?" Mo Qing blushed, feeling very happy and belonging.

"Xiaoqing, you give this money to Xiaochen." Father Mo handed the check to Mo Qing, and said in a serious manner. "When Xiaochen graduates from university, you quickly tear up your marriage certificate. I'm afraid you won't be able to tie it down."

After a pause, Father Mo gritted his teeth. "Xiaoqing, in this world, good men don't have to worry about having women. Don't blame daddy for giving you bad ideas. It really doesn't work. Next time you and Xiaochen ride horses, don't take any safety measures! You are pregnant He has to admit his seed!"

"Dad! I'm ignoring you!" Mo Qing was ashamed and angry, turned around and ran away. "If you can't tie it, you can't tie it! I don't care-!"

Back in her bedroom, after closing the door, Mo Qing looked at herself in the mirror of the dressing table, "Ye Chen, I, Mo Qing, have identified you in my life! I will definitely tie you up!"

...

Ye Chen happily walked on the street.

He really experienced the feeling of a rich man!

Two sets of single-family villas near the lake, with a total house payment of close to 60 million, he settled the full payment without blinking an eye!

"The feeling of spending money, the feeling of spending a lot of money, it's so comfortable..." Ye Chen had endless aftertaste.

At this time, the phone rang.

It was Kuang Tianxiong calling.

answer the phone.

"Young Master Ye, I'll take care of what you asked me to do." On the phone, Kuang Tianxiong said respectfully. "The car has a license plate for you, how about I drive it for you now?"

"Okay, it's really inconvenient without a car, you can drive over here." Ye Chen smiled. "I'll wait for you at Starbucks on the ground floor of Parkson."

"Okay—! Young Master Ye, just wait a moment, I'll be there in 10 minutes!"

Ye Chen went into Starbucks, bought a cup of coffee, and sat down by the window.

Not long after, Kuang Tianxiong ran in in a hurry.

"Young Master Ye!"

"Just give me the car keys." Ye Chen smiled.

Kuang Tianxiong handed over the keys of the Mercedes-Benz Big G to Ye Chen with both hands, and sat down opposite Ye Chen. "Young Master Ye..."

At this moment, Ye Chen suddenly found that Kuang Tianxiong's complexion was not quite right.

Open your yin and yang eyes and sweep...

I saw a few black threads that were about to move around the Kuangtian Xiongming Palace, and its heart was filled with a fierce aura.

"Huh?" Ye Chen's face changed slightly, "This...could it be..."

"Something happened to Kuang Tianxiong... I just saw his face the day before yesterday, nothing happened—"

Ye Chen pondered for a moment and asked. "Where did you go yesterday?"

"Yesterday?" Kuang Tianxiong was slightly taken aback, then said. "Young Master Ye, I went to the vehicle management office to get your license plate during the day yesterday, and I attended a reception in the evening."

"What reception?"

"Oh, an ordinary reception, organized by Bai Xiaoran of the Bai Group." Kuang Tianxiong said with a smile. "Young Master Ye, what's the matter?"

"Bai's Group?" Ye Chen's pupils shrank slightly. "It seems that the demolition on Guangda Street is also carried out by the Bai Group."

"Yes, Young Master Ye, the demolition of Guangda Street is a piece of fat." Kuang Tianxiong was full of envy. "The Bai family has developed very rapidly in recent years, and has obtained the approval for the entire Guangda Street old city renovation project. In a few years, it will be able to skyrocket and keep pace with giants like the Xia family and the Zhou family."

'You are envious! Now your life is at stake, luckily you met me...'

Ye Chen stood up immediately. "Let's stop talking nonsense, find a secluded place, hurry up! Well... there is a hotel near Parkson, you should go and book a room right away."

"Open the room?" Kuang Tianxiong asked in surprise. "Young Master Ye, what...what...what do you mean?"

"Open a room, and I'll fix it for you." Ye Chen said.

"This...this...Young Master Ye, you...you..." Hearing this, Kuang Tianxiong's face turned pale with fright.

Hold the grass! ! ! !

Ye Shao still has this habit?

But, I, Kuang Tianxiong, am a straight man of steel!

Damn, can it be that I, Kuang Tianxiong, has been hunting geese all my life, but in the end I will be blinded by geese, and I will lose my life at the end of the day?

At this moment, Kuang Tianxiong's chrysanthemum was cold and trembling with fright.

"I said why are you still standing there? Do you want to die or live?" Ye Chen became impatient.

"Okay! Young Master Ye, I...I'll get a room right away!" Kuang Tianxiong gritted his teeth and stood up, with an expression of death on his face.

Forget it, life is more important than that...

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