Peerless Immortal Son-in-law

When he opened his eyes, he found Han Feirong's expression to be very strange.    

"What happened last night, did you do it?" Han Feirong asked.    

"What happened last night? "What happened last night?" Ding Yi pretended to be surprised, thinking that Han Feirong had discovered the matter of the Dingjin Estate.    

"It's just Yuan Shaokang and Qi Ruifeng's matter!" Han Feirong glared angrily at Ding Yi.    

"Oh, I did that." Ding Yi admitted it openly. Judging from Han Feirong's reaction, it was obvious that his calls yesterday had worked.    

Although Han Feirong had long guessed that it was Ding Yi's doing, she was still surprised when Ding Yi had admitted to it. She clearly knew what kind of devastating blow this would bring to Yuan Shaokang and Qi Wu Steel. Before yesterday, Yuan Shaokang was the Prince Charming of Jinzhou City, the dream lover of millions of girls.    

However, after that incident, Yuan Shaokang became a synonym for disgust. Even Yuan Tianhang's company lost two to three billion yuan overnight.    

All of this was just Ding Yi's casual doing. Han Feirong was having mixed emotions. It was difficult for her to connect Ding Yi, who was now in a mess, with the useless Ding Yi from before.    

"What's wrong?" Noticing Han Feirong was a little absent-minded, Ding Yi asked.    

"No …." Nothing. My dad is in Antique Street and he wants you to send him a letter. " After Han Feirong finished speaking, she took out a long wooden box from behind her.    

Ding Yi took the long box, washed his face and rinsed his mouth. Then, he took a taxi to the antique street.    

After getting off the car, he saw his father-in-law, Han Chengshan, some distance away from him.    

Unlike Lin Hongyan, Han Chengshan had a easy-going personality and rarely competed for fame or profit. Most of the year, he spent most of his time outside, dealing with antiques.    

His love for antiques had reached a level of obsession.    

Today, Han Chengshan saw a post in the antique street. He wanted to buy it, but he didn't have enough money with him, so he wanted to sell a copy of the post to get some money.    

"Dad." When they arrived at the entrance of a shop called the Treasure House, Ding Yi shouted.    

"Did you bring it?" Han Chengshan asked. His attitude towards Ding Yi was neither intimate nor distant.    

"Yes." Ding Yi handed the long box over to Han Chengshan.    

Han Chengshan took it and opened it to confirm. Then, he walked into the Treasure House with Lin Xin.    

Ding Yi also walked in, ready to slap Han Chengshan in the face to prevent his father-in-law from being cheated.    

"Boss Sun, I've brought Ouyang Xiu's invitation, how much is it worth?" Han Chengshan took out the yellowing scroll from the box, spread it out and put it on the table.    

The one called Boss Sun was an old man in his sixties. He wore a pair of reading glasses and a moustache. When he smiled, his eyes would narrow into a line, giving off the appearance of a shrewd businessman.    

Sunn Dafu pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, took Han Chengshan's invitation into the light, and began to carefully inspect it.    

Ding Yi twitched his mouth. He thought that this old man's ability was ordinary. It would take him a long time to read Ouyang Xiu's letter. In the eyes of an honest professional, this type of letter could be identified in just two or three minutes.    

And Ding Yi, as an old freak who had lived for more than five thousand years, could be said to be an encyclopedia of antique calligraphy and paintings.    

After a long while, Sunn Dafu slowly stood up and said with a smile, "Brother Han, this post written by the Ou Family's leader is the real deal."    

"Of course, when have I, Han Chengshan, ever lied to anyone with a fake?" Han Chengshan said with pride. He had been in the antique industry for more than 20 years and had not earned much money, but he had earned a lot of fame.    

"Haha, since that's the case, Brother Han, I'll offer you two million for Ou Clan's invitation. How about it?" Sunn Dafu laughed.    

Two million?    

Ding Yi squinted his eyes. This old man looks quite shrewd. Why would he give a genuine Ouyang Xiu's work to Han Chengshan for a million yuan?    

One must know that in the proper calligraphy and painting market, Ouyang Shuo's real work could be said to be expensive, but this Sunn Dafu actually wanted to give two million to Han Chengshan, which was even higher than the market price of five hundred thousand. This was not in line with the nature of a businessman who only wanted money …    

In the next second, Han Chengshan answered Ding Yi's question.    

"Haha, Boss Sun is magnanimous!" Han Chengshan's face turned red. Apparently, he did not expect Sunn Dafu to give him such a high price.    

"Since Boss Sun is so magnanimous, then I, Han Chengshan, cannot let Boss Sun see a joke." Han Chengshan took out a bank card from his pocket and slapped it on the table, "Boss Sun, this card has 3 million. Including the 2 million that you really got from Ou Family, it's a total of 5 million." Five million, I'll take your real face! "    

"Haha, Brother Han is straightforward. I'll go get something for Brother Han now."    

Seeing Sunn Dafu leave with a smile, Ding Yi couldn't help but frown. He finally understood why Sunn Dafu gave his father-in-law five hundred thousand yuan more.    

After a moment, Sunn Dafu took out a tightly wrapped word scroll.    

"Brother Han, I spent a great deal of effort to get this personal invitation back from overseas. After you take it back, you must take good care of it." Sunn Dafu squinted his eyes and handed the word scroll to Han Chengshan.    

"Don't worry, Boss Sun. Yan's invitation is even more precious than my daughter's. I will definitely keep it well." At this moment, Han Chengshan was already laughing out loud. Using five million to buy Yan Zhenqing's real work, it was worth being happy over.    

"Dad, can I see everyone's invitation?" At this moment, Ding Yi suddenly spoke up.    

"You? "It's not like you know anything about calligraphy or paintings. What are you looking at?" Han Chengshan glanced at Ding Yi disdainfully and was very unwilling to do so.    

Ding Yi sighed. If he didn't guess wrongly, the Yan Zhen Qing that Sunn Dafu gave Han Chengshan was fake, because the real Yan Zhen Qing was not something that could be bought with 5 million. Thinking about how Sunn Dafu had purposely raised the price of Han Chengshan's Ouyang Xiu's real work, Liu Tie became even more uneasy.    

"Brother Han, this is?" Sunn Dafu glanced at Ding Yi and asked.    

"It's the son-in-law I recruited for Feirong last year." Although he rarely returned to the Han Family, he knew that Ding Yi's reputation was not very good outside. Many people said that it was because of Han Chengshan's bad taste that he recruited a useless trash like Ding Yi. Thus, he was naturally unwilling to mention Ding Yi in front of outsiders.    

"So he's a good son-in-law." An undetectable trace of ridicule flashed across Sunn Dafu's mouth. He had more or less heard of Ding Yi's famous name, and he was famous for being useless with his useless Jinzhou City.    

That's not right! This good-for-nothing, why did he suddenly want to read the invitation? Could it be that he saw through something? Sunn Dafu was immediately confused.    

But soon, he rejected his idea. His appearance on the invitation was done by the famous fake master Zhang Baihao. Not to mention Ding Yi, even he himself had studied it for half a month but had yet to find out which part was fake.    

Thinking of this, Sunn Dafu's doubts were completely dispelled. He smiled and said, "Brother Han, since your son-in-law wants to see it, then let him see it. After all, ordinary people don't have the chance to see the real Yan family."    

Ding Yi sneered in his heart. This Sunn Dafu is quite confident. He really thinks that I am a noob who doesn't know anything.    

"Alright, since Boss Sun has spoken, you can read it. But remember, only look and don't touch it!" Although he was unwilling, but since Sunn Dafu had already said so, Han Chengshan could only take it out and let Ding Yi have a look.    

"Don't worry, Dad, I won't touch it." Ding Yi smiled slightly and said.    

Han Chengshan carefully placed the scroll on the table and slowly spread it out. However, when he only laid half of it, Ding Yi shook his head and stopped looking at the rest.    

Although the imitator was very diligent and had a deep understanding of Yan Zhenqing's handwriting, it was still unable to escape Ding Yi's notice. Ding Yi could easily tell that it was fake.