Chapter 77

"Jiang Feng, if you can't get the gift you prepared, it's nothing. Everyone knows your identity, and no one expects you to give anything decent as a takeaway. But you stigmatize my painting as fake. That's a moral problem." Song Chongming looked at Jiang Feng contemptuously and said.

"How can young master song buy fake paintings? Jiang Feng, don't bite people in a hurry." Chen Ou also echoed.

"Ha ha, a takeaway is just like this. But Wang Rou, I have to remind you that your husband's character is really bad. It doesn't matter if you don't have the ability. Your character is not good. I think you should take good care of your family's property. Don't be fooled by people who have a heart." Xu Ying didn't look at the river peak at all, and said with high spirit.

People also talked about Jiang Feng.

Who would believe that song Chongming would take out a fake painting and give it to others. Jiang Feng is just a delivery man. What antiques he can understand is just a boast for face.

"I said your painting is fake, that's fake." Jiang Feng said firmly.

"Oh, I didn't expect that the takeout workers we usually contact are really crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and there are experts like Jiang Feng who identify antiques. We have really learned a lot." Song Chongming said with a smile.

"Jiang Feng, do you know who Tang Yin is? Let me introduce him to you. Tang Yin is Tang Bohu, one of the four great talents. I should have seen the film. " Chen Ou also sneered.

Where would song Chongming listen to Jiang Feng's words? How could the paintings he bought from acquaintances be fake.

"You don't have to worry about this. I've seen the authentic works of Tang Bohu. You don't need to teach me. This painting is fake. It's a fact." The Dujiang river is very stable.

"Ha ha, you are really dead duck. Jiang Feng, if this painting is true, how about you?" Song Chongming said.

"If the painting is true, I'll make an apology to you. Not only that, I'll give you the money for it." Jiang Feng said calmly.

"Look at your age, how can you open your mouth and come here? You can afford to spend 200000 yuan?" Song Chongming looks at Jiangfeng with contempt.

Who can believe that a takeaway man can take out 200000 yuan. If you don't eat or drink, you have to save for years.

"Brother song, that's not true. Although Jiang Feng doesn't have money, he has a rich wife. He has a soft meal and is hard spoken." Chen Ou sneered.

"Yes, how can I forget this, but Jiangfeng, if you don't discuss it with your wife and Miss Wang doesn't pay later, how can you end up?" Song Chongming said with a smile.

All the people laughed after hearing it.

"You don't have to worry about it. He can still afford 200000 yuan." Wang Rou said with a smile.

Wang Rou supports her husband unconditionally. Jiang Feng won't let herself get in for 200000 yuan.

"Well, this painting is right here. Please identify it slowly." Song Chongming said.

"Wait a minute. You're so confident. What if this painting is really fake? I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to give Ye Ling a fake picture as a birthday present. It will damage your image. " Jiang Feng said.

"If you can't prove it to me, it can't be fake." Song Chongming said.

"Don't delay time, Jiangfeng. Come on quickly. It's useless to delay." Chen Ou urged on the side.

Song Chongming and Chen ou are singing together and waiting to see Jiang Feng make a fool of himself. At the thought of being made whole by Zhao Yixuan just now, they are not angry.

Now Zhao Yixuan is not here. It happens that Jiangfeng is giving this opportunity again. Song Chongming and Chen Ou must seize this opportunity and make a good whole of Jiangfeng.

Jiang Feng walked to the painting, picked it up and tore it up.

"Jiangfeng, what are you doing?" Song Chongming was shocked by Jiang Feng's move.

"Jiangfeng, I think you don't want to live any more. You dare to tear up the birthday gift song Shao gave Ye Ling." Chen Ou also followed.

"Wang Rou, your husband is really good at self-cultivation. No wonder you can only deliver takeaway. To tell you the truth, if it was me, the takeout would not let you deliver it. As you can see, if you look at Jiang Feng, how can such people sit with us for dinner? " Xu Ying said in disgust.

"Don't worry. Take a good look. There are several layers in this painting." Jiang Feng said in no time.

Ye Ling was the last one to take it.

"Three layers, two layers a little thicker, and one layer very thin." Ye Ling said, looking at the torn painting.

"What about the third floor? Jiang Feng, what do you mean by tearing up the painting? " Song Chongming continued.

"There are two layers of ancient paintings. If there are three layers of wisdom, it means that the thinnest layer is copied or copied by modern technology. This kind of painting can be seen everywhere on roadside stalls. The only difference is that it is old." Ye Ling analyzed.

"Or miss Ye knows that she is really a connoisseur. It seems that our young master song was cheated, or are we ready to take a fake painting as a shoddy one?" Jiang Feng asked song Chongming sharply."This This, my friend sold to me, how can it be fake Song Chongming is a little flustered. He doesn't believe Jiang Feng's words, but it's hard for him not to believe Ye Ling's words.

Ye Ling is very accomplished in the collection of antiques. She can tell the true from the false in most of the calligraphy and paintings. Since she says it's fake

"Mr. Song, it doesn't matter. You can take it out and find a professional organization to identify and see if what we said is true." Jiang Feng continued.

Song Chongming is at a loss. He also knows that this painting must be a fake.

Now Song Chongming wants to sell his paintings to him. He has to find the man and beat him hard to get a bad breath.

"No No, Miss Ye says it's fake. What else can I say? " Song Chongming is helpless to say.

"Mr. Song, what you said just now is a million dollars. I just wanted to remind you of the money, so as not to be cheated in the future. But I can't blame me for giving money to bet." Jiang Feng said with a smile.

"Count, count."

Laifeng can only bite the face of song Chongming.

One million yuan. Song Chongming can only get more than one million yuan a year in the company. Now he has all of them out. His heart is dripping with blood.

Jiang Feng stares at the mobile phone screen, "Ding Dong", after confirming that he has received the transfer, he closes the mobile phone happily.

"Thank you very much, young master song. He is really generous. I really admire him. However, I still need to practice my eyesight on antiques. Don't be cheated in the future." Jiang Feng said to song Chongming with a smile.

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