The evil genius doctor came down the mountain, the billionaire president sent a marriage letter

Zhang Fan waved his hands and said with a smile: "I definitely won't be an uncle who picks his feet, I'm sure, 100% is a beautiful woman."

Chen Jinhu was very surprised, he didn't understand and asked: "Are you so sure? Is it true?"

Zhang Fan pointed out: "Don't believe me, take a good look at this painting, there is enough information on it."

Chen Jinhu immediately stared at the painting on the stage, his eyes were dazzled.

Shaking his head, he said, "I can't see it, brother, so stop talking around with me, and just tell me what information is in this painting?"

Zhang Fan pointed out: "This is an erotic picture, but don't stare at those lewd things, take a good look at the faces of this couple."

Chen Jinhu looked, and then he seemed to see something, but he couldn't say it.

"Brother, I feel that there is something wrong with this painting, but I can't tell what is wrong."

Zhang Fan pointed out: "Look at the face of the woman in the painting, and think about the female Bodhisattva in the temple."

Having said that, Chen Jinhu suddenly became enlightened: "When a woman is fucked, she looks holy. It should be a special enjoyment."

Zhang Fan hummed: "It's not stupid, this is the biggest flaw of this painting."

"On this painting, the men are deliberately drawn to be wretched, while the women are painted to be holy. This is to express the creator's state of mind. He feels that men are wretched and women are tall."

"I want to ask you, if Tang Bohu really drew this picture, he is a man, uglifying himself, is it decent?"

Chen Jinhu suddenly realized: "So this painting can only be painted by a woman."

Zhang Fan nodded: "If an expert who understands people's heart judges it, he will definitely be able to see the flaws. If you draw this picture for me, there will be no such flaws."

Chen Jinhu immediately said: "Then I won't auction it, even if it is a fake painting, it must be able to deceive the world."

Zhang Fan smiled, but said nothing.

Soon, this picture of Tang Bohu's erotic palace was auctioned at a sky-high price of 5 million.

The auction continues.

Soon, halftime.

Everyone drank and chatted, having a good time, as if they didn't come to the auction at all.

"This gentleman."

The beautiful host came with champagne and toasted Zhang Fan: "Can I sit down and have a drink?"

Zhang Fan spread his hands to signal for a seat.

The beauty sat down and frowned slightly.

Under the cover of the mask, no one noticed.

Unfortunately, Zhang Fan is not an ordinary person.

He ordered to the lady next to him: "Please bring a mat to this lady."

"Forehead!"

The beautiful host looked at Zhang Fan in surprise: "Why did you give me a mat?"

Zhang Fan leaned close to her ear and blew in a low voice: "Are the toys in the C-line pants interesting?"

The beauty stared at him in shock, her face turned pale with fright: "How did you know?"

Zhang Fan replied: "Don't worry about how I know, anyway, I know, beauty, you are not afraid of making a fool of yourself on stage?"

The beauty replied helplessly: "I don't want to either. As the oiran of this club, I can only obey orders."

"I toast you."

The beauty picked up the wine glass.

Zhang Fan noticed her right ring finger.

Then drink quietly.

The beauty asked: "Sir, you don't seem to have much interest in our club's auction items."

"The authentic painting of Tang Yin, isn't it good? Why are you indifferent."

"Authentic?"

The corner of Zhang Fan's mouth curled up, and he leaned into her ear again: "Although your drawing is good, there are still too many flaws."