C1707 It Wasn't a Fake
C1707 It Wasn't a Fake
"Zhang Daqian's Ten Thousand Horse Chart." Lin Fei replied calmly.
When he heard this, Han Shijun was so shocked that his jaw almost fell to the ground.
Even in his dreams, he wanted to get Zhang Daqian's calligraphy and painting.
Unfortunately, the price of Zhang Daqian's calligraphy and painting was too high. He could not afford it!
However.
Now, Lin Fei had sent Zhang Daqian's Ten Thousand Horse Galloping Picture to him.
How could he not be surprised?
At this time, Han Feng's sarcastic voice rang out.
"Lin Fei, the Ten Thousand Horse Galloping Portrait of Zhang Daqian in your hand should be a fake!"
Zhang Daqian's Ten Thousand Horse Galloping Portrait was very valuable.
At least a few million.
Even he couldn't afford it.
What about Lin Fei?
A fake was different.
A counterfeit could be bought for a few dozen dollars.
He did not believe that the Ten Thousand Horse Galloping Portrait in Lin Fei's hands was real.
The Han Family mansion. The others... When they heard what Han Feng said, they started whispering.
"Lin Fei is only in his twenties. There's no way he would bring the real work of Zhang Daqian's Ten Thousand Horse Galloping Portrait over. The Ten Thousand Horse Galloping Portrait in his hand must be fake."
"I also think that the painting in Lin Fei's hand is a fake. Zhang Daqian's painting is very valuable. Ordinary people can't afford it."
"We are not fools. How can we believe that Lin Fei brought Zhang Daqian's authentic work here?"
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After hearing these words, Han Shijun finally came back to his senses.
At this moment, Han Shijun's face turned cold.
"Lin Fei, you brought a fake and gave it to me as a gift. Do you think I'm only worthy of accepting a fake?" Han Shijun raised his head and stared at Lin Fei as he spoke angrily.
His nose was crooked because of Lin Fei's anger!
Disgrace.
It was too embarrassing.
Han Shijun wished he could kick Lin Fei out of the room.
"Han Xiuxiu, your boyfriend, Lin Fei, why did he bring a counterfeit? Look at how angry your boyfriend, Lin Fei, is with Grandpa!" Han Xiuling looked at Han Xiuxiu and sneered.
Han Qingya looked at Han Xiuxiu and shook her head.
She looked down on Han Xiuxiu.
Today, on such an important day, Han Xiuxiu's boyfriend, Lin Fei, actually brought a counterfeit and gave it to her grandfather, Han Shijun, in front of so many guests.
Han Xiuxiu was simply blind!
"Han Xiuxiu, hurry up and chase Lin Fei out!" Han Qiuxue stared at Han Xiuxiu and angrily scolded.
Their Han Family's face had been completely thrown away by Han Xiuxiu and Lin Fei!
Han Daloong's expression was extremely ugly.
"Lin Fei, do you know what you are doing?" Han Daloong roared.
In Han Daloong's eyes, Lin Fei and Han Xiuxiu had given a gift worth a few hundred yuan to his father, Han Shijun. It was much better than giving him a fake.
Could it be that in Lin Fei's eyes, his father, Han Shijun, was really only worthy of receiving a fake?
His father, Han Shijun, did not accept rubbish.
For a moment, Lin Fei and Han Xiuxiu became the object of everyone's denouncement.
Under everyone's gaze.
Lin Fei said faintly, "The painting in my hand is the real work of Zhang Daqian, not a fake."
Lin Fei had just finished his sentence.
Suddenly.
The mansion of Han Family was silent.
There was no sound of breathing or heartbeat.
Everyone present had their mouths wide open.
Lin Fei had actually said that the painting in his hand was the authentic work of Zhang Daqian.
How was this possible?
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Zhang Daqian's authentic work required at least a few million.
Lin Fei was a young man in his twenties. He could not afford it!
Lin Fei must have been bragging just now.
Bang!
Han Shijun slammed the table hard. He shouted angrily, "Lin Fei, Zhang Daqian's authentic work cost at least a few million. Can you afford it? How dare you say that the painting in your hand is Zhang Daqian's authentic work? "
At this moment, Han Shijun's chest heaved up and down violently.
It could be seen that Han Shijun was completely enraged.
In Han Shijun's eyes, Lin Fei was just a poor kid who ran around with his mouth full of food.
He was looking down on Lin Fei more and more.
It didn't matter if a man was poor.
However, the most important thing was that he could not run around with his mouth full. He liked to brag.
Previously, Lin Fei said that he had a Rolls-Royce Phantom, a villa worth 200 million, and a private plane.
He had a very bad impression of Lin Fei.
Now, Lin Fei had personally said in front of so many guests that the painting in his hand was the real work of Zhang Daqian.
Lin Fei was simply too good at bragging.
He could not understand what part of his granddaughter Han Xiuxiu had taken a liking to Lin Fei.
"Lin Fei, do you think you are me?! You can afford Zhang Daqian's authentic work." Han Feng sneered at Lin Fei.
"Lin Fei, if the painting in your hand is really Zhang Daqian's authentic work, What do you want me to do? I will do what you ask me to do!" Han Xiuling snorted coldly.
Han Qingya looked at Lin Fei with disgust.
She hated people like Lin Fei who liked to brag the most.
She couldn't even afford Zhang Daqian's authentic work.
How could Lin Fei afford it?
No matter what, she couldn't believe that the painting in Lin Fei's hand was Zhang Daqian's authentic work.
"You brat, do you think so many of us are three-year-old kids?" Han Daloong stared at Lin Fei and laughed.
"Xiuxiu, you should break up with Lin Fei as soon as possible! He won't give you happiness. You will only waste your youth by being with him." Han Qiuxue advised.
In the mansion of Han Family, no one believed that the painting in Lin Fei's hand was the real work of Zhang Daqian.
At this moment, they started to sneer at Lin Fei.
Lin Fei was like a rat crossing the street.
Han Shijun lowered his head. His face was boiling hot.
Today, he had lost all face because of Lin Fei and Han Xiuxiu!
"My boyfriend, Lin Fei, brought this painting to me. It is the real work of Zhang Daqian." Han Xiuxiu glanced at everyone present and said in a loud and clear voice.
She believed that her boyfriend, Lin Fei, would not give a fake painting of Zhang Daqian to her grandfather, Han Shijun.
Lin Fei's net worth was over ten billion.
It was too easy for Lin Fei to buy a real copy of Zhang Daqian.
"Han Xiuxiu, I think you have been fooled too deeply by Lin Fei. That's why you believed that the painting Lin Fei brought over was the authentic one of Zhang Daqian." Han Shijun said angrily.
His granddaughter, Han Xiuxiu, was too stupid.
His granddaughter, Han Xiuxiu, was actually fooled by Lin Fei's childish lie.
Lin Fei looked to be in his twenties.
Lin Fei definitely could not afford to buy Zhang Daqian's authentic work.
Han Shijun continued, "Han Xiuxiu, do you know how much Zhang Daqian's authentic work cost? More than five million! "
Han Shijun couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
Zhang Daqian's authentic work was too valuable.
Even ordinary rich people couldn't afford Zhang Daqian's authentic work.
Lin Fei, a young man in his twenties, was dreaming of buying Zhang Daqian's authentic work. It was simply impossible.