Fu Shao's favorite treasure: madam, don't run away

The Saiwei couple looked at each other and covered their mouths happily, looking at Millie with blue eyes in surprise.

"Really? Miss Mi."

"Of course, there is a saying in China that says a gentleman can't follow his words."

Millie nodded and handed the painting to the Sevilles.

"Thanks to Miss Millie for contributing to charity in China, it's just this painting...with all due respect, it's not the real thing."

Ye Ling looked at Millie and praised her, but the last sentence made Millie's face turn pale, and she stared at Ye Ling.

　  Arms on the waist, full of confidence: "Miss Ye said that this is not the real thing, so could it be that the real thing is at Miss Ye's place?"

"This is something that came out of the auction, it can't be fake!"

Millie sure said.

This, how could this be fake!
Ye Ling shrugged: "Whether it's true or not, Ms. Sai Wei can be verified by others."

The two looked at each other again and talked in fluent French.

Zhang Tianze didn't understand Ye Ling's method. Since she said she didn't know how to paint, how did she know it was fake.

But seeing Ye Ling's confident appearance, it didn't look like he was joking.

"Miss Mi, I'm sorry, the authenticity of this painting is very important to me and my husband, so we need someone to check it."

Sai Wei said politely to Millie, even a little guilty.

After all, it is bad behavior to doubt someone casually, but this painting is very important to them. They came this time because they heard that there will be an auction in the Chinese exhibition.

"Of course, I don't think it's a fake. What should Ms. Ye do if it's real?"

Millie gave Ye Ling a cold look.

How could the 400 million photographed items be fakes, and officials would not allow fakes to appear on the stage.

She saw that Ye Ling said that there was no place to say it was intentional, but this time it was good to shoot herself in the foot.

Ye Ling shrugged and squinted with a smile: "Whether it's true or not, we won't know until after the inspection."

"My father likes to collect famous paintings and knows some experts in painting appraisal. I have already asked my father to contact Mr. Zhang Yanzhang. If Ms. Seville is trustworthy, we can go to Mr. Zhang now and ask him to examine this painting The painting is true or false.”

While they were chatting, Zhang Tianze had already contacted a good person, Zhang Tianze said politely.

"If it's Mr. Zhang, we can trust it. Please trouble Miss Zhang."

Sai Wei nodded, Zhang Tianze made a gesture of invitation, and everyone left.

Zhang Yan?

Ye Ling frowned. She seemed to have heard her father say that she was a high-status appraiser.

Few people could invite him to come forward, but Zhang Tianze never thought he could.

Unless the paintings that Zhang Yan can appraise are treasures or portraits left over from ancient times, not only the appraisal, but even the restoration of the portraits Zhang Yan is also top-notch.

Those hands are so coincidental that no matter what kind of treasures can be repaired, they can be repaired intact.

Some famous paintings may be missing or damaged when they are dug up. At this time, a repairer is needed. In addition to patience, it is more about the understanding of paintings in this industry, and Zhang Yan is a man standing at the pinnacle.

When Ye Ling came back to his senses, he was already in the car, and Zhang Tianze was driving.

Millie and the others also wanted to follow, but the car couldn't accommodate so many people, so she could only drive behind with Qin Yujian.

Sai Wei touched the portrait dearly, with kind eyes.

"I don't know what the significance of this painting is to Ms. Sevey, which makes Ms. Sevey so precious."

Ye Ling turned her head and asked curiously. Of course, Sai Wei was not stingy about talking about the history of the portrait.

"Jeno is my grandfather. This painting was painted when he came to China. At that time, the smoke was endless and my grandfather died in a battle."

"This painting may not be precious enough compared to other paintings, but it is the most precious thing to me. It is even something that my grandmother wanted to find in her life. The little girl in this painting is my grandmother. My grandfather was with her in China. In love."

Sai Wei said with emotion, now that her grandmother is dying of old age, so her daughter chose to get married at this time, and they have been looking for this painting for several years, and this time when they go back, they will give this painting to her grandmother.

"A beautiful love story."

Ye Ling nodded in praise.

Ai Siwei hugged Sai Wei, and Sai Wei's red eyes made his blue eyes look even more beautiful.

"Sister Millie, is this painting real or fake?"

Qin Yujian asked curiously, Millie's face darkened instantly, and she gave her a cold look, but Qin Yujian was still looking at her innocently.

"It's fine if others say it, but your arm is also turned outside. This must be true!"

Millie firmly said that it would be Ye Ling's embarrassment after the appraisal.

Let's see what Ye Ling has to say then!
Qin Yujian looked out of the window with round eyes, no longer as innocent as before.

She felt that Ye Ling's words like that must not be fake.

It is not certain whether it is Ye Ling who suffers or Mi Li.

Of course, she would not ask for trouble to say this in front of Millie.

The car stopped outside a very simple house. The house was no different from an ordinary house, so simple and surprising.

The door was open, as if they had known they would come.

"Ms. Sevey, please, Mr. Eswey."

Zhang Tianze pointed to the direction of the door and said with a smile, leading them in like a guide.

This is Ye Ling's first time here, and she also feels that simplicity is too much.

As an appraiser, the place where he lives should not be like this.

There is only a small garden outside the house, and a bamboo chair is placed outside the garden.

The kind of chair that can lie on it to shade and slowly fall asleep in summer. She has only seen this chair more than 20 years ago. At that time, her father had just started from scratch, and the family lived in the same house. Her father would hold a fan. Lie on it and rock.

Outside the door, Zhang Yan was waiting for Zhang Tianze in casual clothes.

When Zhang Tianze saw Zhang Yan, he greeted him with a smile and hugged him gently: "Uncle Zhang."

Zhang Tianze called out politely, Zhang Yan grinned: "When your father called me, I thought he wanted my painting again."

Zhang Yan complained, Zhang Tianze smiled: "I will send back all the paintings that my father took from uncle you someday."

Zhang Tianze smiled, and one sentence made Zhang Yan smile brightly.

Of course, the Saiweis and the others knew Zhang Yan's reputation, so they nodded to Zhang Yan, and Zhang Yan gave them enough face to invite them in.

"Generally speaking, I believe my dad has explained to my uncle that I want to ask my uncle to see if this painting is true or not."

Sai Wei put the painting on the table, waiting for Zhang Yan to appraise it.

Eswe held Sai Wei's hand and embraced him in his arms.

Both of them hoped that the painting was authentic, otherwise it would be a waste of their trip and they would not be able to fulfill their grandmother's last wish.

If I can't find it again, I'm afraid I won't have a chance.

Her grandmother is very old and critically ill, and the hospital said earlier that she would not survive the next month.

So her daughter's wedding was changed directly from next year to next month.

Ye Ling looked around and found that this person really loves painting, not only the walls are covered with various paintings, but there are also many portraits on the chairs and tables on the floor.

There are paintings from various countries. It seems that Zhang Yan is not picky, and he has studied the portraits of various countries.

Zhang Yan Shuluo turned on the light in the living room, the light was dazzlingly bright and he wore glasses, looking old-fashioned.

Ye Ling stretched out his hand to block the light, looked up and saw two lights on the ceiling, one big and one small.

It is estimated that the small ones are usually opened and the large ones are opened when appraising or repairing paintings.

Apart from the sofa, TV and table in this living room, there are only paintings.

Zhang Yan picked up the magnifying glass and looked closely.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Seeing Zhang Yan putting down the magnifying glass and trying to tear down the frame, Millie asked impulsively, for fear that Zhang Yan would damage the painting.

"What else can I do besides appreciating paintings, let go."

Zhang Yan looked up at Millie and didn't like it at all.

He hates work the most when someone comes to bother him and interrupt his work, except of course his wife.

"Miss Millie, please let go."

"You obstruct Mr. Zhang's appraisal of the painting like this. I suspect that you deliberately don't want Mr. Zhang to see it."

Ye Ling spoke in a cold voice, and Mi Li let go of her hand, her expression not very good: "Just look at it, this painting must be genuine, what am I afraid of."

Zhang Yan raised his head and glanced at the person who was speaking for him, this made him hesitate.

Ye Ling frowned, not understanding why Zhang Yan had such a look in his eyes.

I saw Zhang Yan lowered his head and took apart the picture frame, reaching out and touching the portrait lightly.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the follow-up.

"This painting..."

Zhang Yan paused, and Millie sat and urged: "What? Is it true!"

Zhang Yan gave Millie a blank look, seeing that this person is quite mature, so he looks like a fool.

"Fake, high imitation, worthless stuff."

Zhang Yan suddenly lost interest, he was only interested in real paintings, he could not arouse the slightest interest in this kind of fake paintings.

If it wasn't for Zhang Tianze's sake, she would have kicked out the noisy woman in front of her, why would she have waited now.

"What? Impossible, this painting is worth 400 million!"

Millie looked sour in disbelief.

"400 million? That's not worth 100 yuan at a roadside stall. Ozawa, where did you get this painting?"

Zhang Yan snorted and said that he didn't believe that this painting was worth 400 million.

He wouldn't buy it even if he paid for it.

Millie took a step back in disbelief, Zhang Tianze narrowed his eyes and thanked Zhang Yan.

400 million, I really have money and nowhere to spend it for charity.

"I bought it at the auction house of the painting exhibition, and this lady got it at auction for 400 million."

Zhang Tianze's gaze fell on Millie, his eyes bent into a crescent shape.

"The art exhibition knows how to make money, and it's just to deceive those who don't know how to paint."

Zhang Yan shook his head and put his hands behind his back.

Millie's face was pale, and Qin Yujian's round eyes looked at Ye Ling with interest.

"Impossible, it must be that you all joined forces to deceive people."

Millie denied that she had bought a fake.

Hearing this, Zhang Yan's face darkened, Zhang Tianze's complexion was also ugly, and the Sai Wei couple also looked at Millie a little angrily.

"Miss Millie, please speak with respect."

Zhang Tianze scolded.

"Miss Mi, we trust Mr. Zhang and Miss Zhang, please don't talk nonsense."

Sai Weiwei said that the meaning of what she said was obvious, and she believed in Zhang Yan.

"Since you don't believe me, then find someone you trust and come over and have a look. If that person says this painting is real, I will screw his head off."

Zhang Yan yelled so frightened that Millie dared not speak, Qin Yujian grabbed Millie's hand and signaled her to stop talking.

"I'm sorry everyone, Miss Millie just couldn't accept it for a while, so she talked nonsense."

Qin Yujian apologized.

"Miss Ye, how do you know this painting is fake?"

Sevi asked curiously.