Chen Ping frowned and looked at Gao Yang.

The latter glared at him angrily, and said with a sneer, "You were late even if you were asked to deliver a painting. Did you not take Uncle Jiang seriously at all?"

Snapped!

Jiang Guomin walked over angrily at this moment, and slapped Chen Ping on the face as soon as he came up.

He said angrily: "How could I have such a useless son-in-law like you, I really lost my face!"

This sudden slap made everyone in the exhibition hall shudder.

However, their faces were not sympathetic at all, but mocking.

Gao Yang couldn't be too happy to see Jiang Guomin hitting Chen Ping in front of so many people.

Well done!

This trash should be beaten.

There was a chill in Chen Ping's eyes, but he suppressed it quickly, and said sullenly, "I'm sorry Dad, something delayed me on the way."

snort!

Jiang Guomin snorted coldly, held the painting, calmed down, turned around and walked away with a smile, and said, "Come on, come on, Tang Bohu's original work, "Spring Mountain Companion Picture"."

Here, Gao Yang stood arrogantly in front of the embarrassed Chen Ping, tugged at the collar of his suit, and said very proudly: "Chen Ping, you can really bear it, I really don't know how a trash like you can marry Jiang Wan of."

provocative, mocking.

Chen Ping smiled coldly and said, "It has nothing to do with you."

Gao Yang snorted coldly, and said: "Not convinced? You don't look at yourself, Uncle Jiang doesn't like you at all, as long as I work harder, you will be kicked out by the Jiang family soon. At that time, you will be a lost dog, I really want to see how you wag your tail and beg for mercy at that time!"

Gao Yang laughed a few times, and finally cast a sneering glance at Chen Ping, turned around and yelled at Jiang Guomin.

Here, Zheng Tai followed early in the morning.

Seeing the previous scene, he was very annoyed.

"Mr. Chen, do you want me to teach that kid a lesson for you?" Zheng Tai came over and asked in a low voice.

Chen Ping shook his head, frowned and said coldly: "No, this is my own business, do your part well."

Zheng Tai panicked and nodded hurriedly.

If others see this, they will definitely be shocked beyond measure.

Zheng Tai, the underground emperor of Shangjiang City, treated an ordinary young man with such respect.

Moreover, looking at it like that, it was actually very scary.

Incredible!

Chen Ping took a deep breath and stood in the corner of the exhibition hall, doing nothing.

Over there, there were a lot of people, and Jiang Guomin triumphantly shared Tang Bohu's "Spring Mountain Companion Picture" with a group of old friends and collectors.

The joy beyond words made Chen Ping feel a little worried.

The old man will not really let himself divorce Jiang Wan.

How can this broken marriage be restored?

"Lao Jiang, this painting is amazing, it's authentic!"

"Take it out for auction, at least five million!"

"It's more than that, I think it's worth ten million!"

A group of people were admiring the painting while discussing it in a hurry.

Ten million?

Jiang Guomin heard it, not to mention how happy he was, and he was also shocked.

One painting, ten million.

"Xiao Gao, did you really give this picture to me?" Jiang Min asked Gao Yang who was standing beside him.

After all, this is 10 million, so you just gave it to yourself for nothing?

Gao Yang naturally understood Jiang Guomin's meaning, and said generously: "Uncle Jiang, of course this painting is given to you. I don't know how to collect things. This painting should be in the hands of a collector like you. Its value!"

It has to be said that Gao Yang is quite good at flattering.

Jiang Guomin was very happy now, patted Gao Yang on the shoulder, and said with a smile on his face, "Come to my house for dinner some other day, and I'll ask Aunt Yang to cook some special dishes for you."

How could Jiang Guomin fail to see Gao Yang's intentions, that he was interested in his daughter.

But he is also a person who cares about face. Jiang Wan is already married to Chen Ping. Could it be possible to break up the two of them and let his daughter marry Gao Yang?

That's a second marriage, and I can't bear my old face anymore.

Perhaps, you can go back and ask your daughter's opinion.

With this in mind, Jiang Guomin glanced at Chen Ping who was standing stupidly in the corner, and felt very displeased. He snorted coldly and muttered, "What a worthless thing!"

Chen Ping also noticed the old man's gaze looking at him, and he grinned, but turned his eyes back.

Yes, my father-in-law looks down on me.

At this time, outside the Guohua exhibition hall, a luxurious Bentley car parked at the door.

In an instant, several female receptionists came up to welcome her.

Feng Ruixiang came to the Guohua exhibition hall specially today. I heard that there will be a treasure of the Ming Dynasty on display here today, and it is the authentic work of Tang Bohu!

He is very curious.

I was originally a well-known collector in China, and when I heard that there were good things on display, I naturally wanted to come over and see for myself.

Entering the exhibition hall, Feng Ruixiang's identity immediately caused quite a stir.

"Damn it! Isn't that Feng Ruixiang and Feng Dong from Guohua Trading!"

"The master of the collection world, he is here!"

"Amazing, Jiang Min's painting even shocked this giant Buddha."

Many prominent people in Shangjiang City greeted Feng Ruixiang respectfully and fawned on them when they saw Feng Ruixiang.

Not only is he famous as a famous collector, but he is also an old Dong worth more than three billion yuan!

Of course, the masters in the collection industry are all boasted by the locals, and they are only slightly famous.

But in this locality, that is a master-level figure, which is not negotiable.

At this time, Jiang Guomin came out from the innermost exhibition hall with a smile on his face, followed by seven or eight people, all of whom were his friends.

"Oh, Master Feng came to the exhibition in person. I'm disappointed, but I still look forward to Haihan."

Jiang Guomin was very excited at this moment. Feng Ruixiang, a master in the collection industry, came in person, and his reputation will increase a lot in an instant.

"Mr. Jiang, you're being polite. I've come here just because of the name. What a bother."

Feng Ruixiang shook hands with Jiang Guomin politely and smiled.

"It's my Jiang's honor to be able to come, Master Feng. I'll show you around. These are all things I've been tinkering with, and they can't be compared with Master Feng's collection."

When Jiang Guomin met Feng Ruixiang at this time, he was as humble as a novice in the collection industry when he met a teacher.

When Gao Yang saw Feng Ruixiang, he naturally wouldn't let go of the chance to flatter him.

Going forward, he shook hands with him very enthusiastically, and said: "Feng Dong, hello, I am the general manager of Xingmeng Media, Gao Yang, nice to meet you."

Feng Ruixiang shook hands with him very politely, and just as he was about to speak, Gao Yang continued: "Feng Dong, today's exhibition is organized by me, how about I take you to see it for yourself?"

As soon as the words were finished, the face of Jiangmin standing behind Gao Yang collapsed.

This kid, don't you see yourself standing here?

Need him to show it in person?

However, Gao Yang completely forgot about Jiang Guomin at this moment, and introduced Feng Ruixiang very attentively and proactively.

Although Jiang Guomin was slightly dissatisfied, he still followed and added a few words from time to time.

The people behind him also nodded frequently, holding Feng Ruixiang high.

Many people muttered to the side:

"Now that Jiang Guomin is about to become famous in the circle, Feng Ruixiang is here."

"That's right, as long as Master Feng likes something, it starts with hundreds of millions."

"I can't help it. Although I have a good-for-nothing son-in-law, I have a rich future son-in-law."

A group of people were discussing in low voices, their expressions were envious and jealous.

Feng Ruixiang actually looked down on the collections displayed in these outer halls, in other words, they were all rubbish.

After barely looking around, Feng Ruixiang followed Gao Yang to the innermost and most luxurious exhibition hall.

There is a painting hanging in the middle of the glass cabinet, but there is a young man standing in front of the painting.

Feng Ruixiang glanced over and saw that familiar figure, and he was immediately excited!

Mr. Chen is there!

At this moment Gao Yang saw Chen Ping standing in front of the painting, he immediately lost his temper, walked over with a sullen face, pushed Chen Ping away, and reprimanded him: "Go to the side, didn't you see Director Feng coming, why are you still standing there?" Here it is. Besides, can you read it?"

This Chen Ping is really a dick.

Pretend to understand?

Jiang Guomin was also very dissatisfied, everyone came out to greet Feng Ruixiang, but he was lucky, the old god stayed here to look at the painting.

What a sightless piece of trash!

Chen Ping glanced at Gao Yang displeasedly, but didn't say anything, just stood aside silently.

Seeing Gao Yang treating Mr. Chen so rudely and unreasonably at this moment, Feng Ruixiang was naturally furious. Just as he was about to step forward to reprimand him, he saw Chen Ping frowning at him.

Immediately, Feng Ruixiang stopped and understood the other party's meaning in seconds.

Qiao Dong explained that Mr. Chen doesn't like high-profile.

However, no matter what I do, I have to find a way to kill that Gao Yang's vigor!

To humiliate Mr. Chen is to humiliate yourself.

"Master Feng, please take a look. This is the finale exhibit of this exhibition, Tang Bohu's original work, "Spring Mountain Companion Picture." Jiang Min stood up at this moment, and excitedly introduced his favorite collection.

too excited!

Let Master Feng come over and palm his eyes in person, and my Jiangmin's reputation in the collector circle will greatly increase in the future!

However.

As soon as the words fell, Feng Ruixiang's expression became weird.

Is there a mistake?

"Spring Mountain Companion Picture"...

Staring at the past, Feng Ruixiang immediately felt familiar when he saw the painting in the window of the exhibition hall.

Isn't this the painting that I have treasured for many years and gave to Mr. Chen!

etc!

No, this painting looks a little weird.