The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

"Boy, are you here to tease us?"

Pan Dickson shook his head with disdain, pointed at the paintings all over the wall, and said contemptuously: "Since you know that the walls are full of imitation paintings, you still want to find the real ones?"

"Are you out of your mind?"

Even He Wei laughed loudly: "Boy, you really had shit luck just now!"

"This wall is full of famous paintings by Chinese and foreign masters!"

"Each pair is worth hundreds of millions, or even hundreds of millions!"

"These are all masters, imitation paintings made by copying, there is no real thing in them!"

"Few people who come to Antique Street often don't know about it!"

Liu Feng made He Wei lose face today!
Indirectly smashed his job!
He hates Liu Feng so much now!

So, take the opportunity to be sarcastic!

"Is it?"

Liu Feng looked indifferent: "Then what if I find an authentic one?"

"If you find it, I'll give you this Treasure Pavilion!"

Before He Wei made a sound, Pan Dickson couldn't help but sneered: "But, if you can't find it, what should you do?"

"Forget about the Treasure Pavilion, I'm not interested in opening an antique shop either!"

Liu Feng smiled faintly: "If not, let's make a bet!"

"If I find an authentic one, you will pay ten times the price to buy it!"

"If you can't find it, I'll buy all the antiques that are on sale in your Treasure Pavilion today!"

"what?"

"Buy all the antiques that are on sale in my Treasure Pavilion at once?"

When Liu Feng said this, Pan Dickson was shocked on the spot!
Then, with a face full of disdain: "Boy, do you know how much the goods in my Treasure Pavilion are worth?"

"To say the least, it takes one or two hundred million to buy it short!"

"You are a poor dick, what do you buy?"

"I'm afraid that if I sell you, I won't be able to afford this authentic calligraphy and painting of mine!"

"Stop talking nonsense, just say do you dare to bet?" Liu Feng sneered!
"Okay, since you're looking for death, I'll bet with you!"

Pan Dickson sneered: "At that time, if you lose the bet, don't try to renege on it!"

"If you can't afford it, just wait to sell your house, your kidney, or your wife!"

Pan Dickson turned his head and looked at the people present: "Then today, I would like to invite all of you present to bear witness together, so that this kid will not deny it at that time!"

"I'm willing to bet and admit defeat. If I can't afford it, I have to sell the house and sell the property. Only when the family goes bankrupt can it be terminated!"

Dickson Poon sneered, he will win this bet!
What's more, he doesn't like Liu Feng's little assets!
The main thing is to teach this kid a lesson he will never forget!

Also by the way, to restore the lost face just now!
"Okay, that's it!"

Liu Feng said lightly!
"Okay then, go and pick!"

Pan Dickson sneered!

"God wants to make it perish, it must first make it crazy!" He Wei also smiled gloatingly, and sneered: "Boy, you are looking for death!"

"Wait to sell the house and lose money!"

Seeing Liu Feng saying a few words, he actually made such a big bet with someone!
Zhou Ruoxi's face turned pale immediately!

The key point is that the boss has already said that the paintings on the wall are all copied fake paintings!
She couldn't understand why Liu Feng suddenly wanted to make such a losing bet with someone, as if he had been possessed by an evil spirit!
Could it be that if the bet is lost, does the family really go to live in the bridge hole?
Zhou Guohua on the side almost died of anger on the spot!
He is a frequent visitor to this antique street!

On the Antique Street, almost every slightly larger store will sell this kind of imitation painting!
Usually hundreds of dollars a pair!
Isn't this the kind of painting that his son-in-law Han Fan gave to him at his birthday party?

Liu Feng is a bastard, isn't he committing suicide by making such a bet?
"Asshole, Liu Feng, are you crazy?"

"You are looking for death, don't get us involved, you lost the house, where do we live?"

"Sleeping on the street?"

"You bastard, if you want to bet on you, bet on yourself!"

Zhou Guohua jumped in a rage!
"Don't worry, Dad, even if I lose, I will still have money to pay. I won't let you sleep on the street!"

Liu Feng smiled lightly, left a word, and walked straight towards the wall full of fake paintings!
"You have woolen money, and at this time, are you still blowing?"

Zhou Guohua almost died of anger, and said angrily: "How much does your kid weigh, can I not know?"

Zeng Lei's face suddenly darkened: "Uncle, please be more careful when you speak. Please respect Master Liu!"

Zhou Guohua: "???"

Damn, you want me to respect Liu Feng, that trash?
I am his father!

Zhou Guohua almost couldn't hold back, and wanted to spray Zeng Lei on the spot!
However, in the end I held back!

You can't afford to mess with a wealthy young man!

With a gloomy face, he stared at Liu Feng, wishing he could rush up and bite him twice!
Hey!
Zhou Ruoxi also had a sad face, sighed again and again, and spun around in a hurry, not knowing what to do!

Liu Feng didn't pay attention to everything behind him!
He went straight forward, and stopped in front of an ink painting "Bamboo and Stone Mandarin Duck" by Tang Yin!
"Just this painting!"

Liu Feng simply took down the painting!

"Haha, boy, you actually chose Tang Yin's "Bamboo Stone Mandarin Duck"? You really don't know how to write dead characters?"

"Are you so impatient to sell your house and sleep on the street?"

Seeing Liu Feng taking down the painting, Pan Dickson and He Wei laughed wildly!
Those present who dabbled in antique calligraphy and painting could not help but shake their heads again and again!

"This kid is really a brain-dead!"

Even Zhou Guohua jumped in anger!

It seemed that Liu Feng had done a very stupid thing!

"Dad, what happened to that painting?"

Zhou Ruoxi looked worried and couldn't help asking!
"Liu Feng is such a trash, he's such a brainless person. He doesn't understand painting at all, but he probably only knows the word Tang Yin on the painting, so he thinks it's a famous painting!"

Zhou Guohua gritted his teeth and explained: "This "Bamboo and Stone Mandarin Duck" is a famous painting by Tang Yin. Four years ago, it was auctioned by a mysterious rich businessman from Hong Kong at the auction house of Christie's in the UK for a sky-high price of 3000 million!"

"This matter, as long as people who pay attention to the antique world, everyone knows!"

"In other words, the real painting is in Hong Kong!"

"This painting is 100% fake!"

"This guy chose this painting to make a bet with others. He's not stupid, what is it?"

Zhou Guohua was so angry that he wished he could beat Liu Feng to death on the spot!

"what?"

Zhou Ruoxi was dumbfounded, her face became even paler, and her eyes showed a hint of anxiety: "What should I do now?"

"What should I do?" Zhou Guohua said angrily, "Immediately sever ties with this bastard, and don't be implicated by him!"

At the same second, Liu Feng asked indifferently: "What? Boss Pan, have you repented? Don't you dare to gamble?"

"I dare not bet?"

Dickson Poon burst out laughing!