My Peerless Beauty President

"Josh."

Just as Song Qiaoxi got out of the car, a man with a beard came over and greeted Song Qiaoxi.

Judging by the man's attire and appearance, he is probably in his thirties. He is very particular about his clothes. His fluffy and messy hair looks very lazy, but it gives off a full artistic atmosphere.

But what surprised Zhang Chenfeng was that this person could speak fluent Chinese, but Song Qiaoxi clearly said that he was a foreigner in the car.

"Fei Xiang!"

Song Qiaoxi smiled slightly, turned around to look at Zhang Chenfeng and introduced: "Zhang Chenfeng, let me introduce you. This one is my foreign friend who lives in Australia, but he is an overseas Chinese, and he is also from China."

No wonder his Chinese is so good, and he is also a Chinese.

Zhang Chenfeng nodded and greeted Fei Xiang.

Fei Xiang stretched out his right hand with a smile, and shook hands with Zhang Chenfeng. Then, Fei Xiang seemed to have forgotten the existence of Zhang Chenfeng, and said to Song Qiaoxi: "Qiao Xi, this time the organizer will return the original Picasso Here comes the lease, if you like it, hurry up and take a look, don't miss this opportunity."

"Really?"

Song Qiaoxi looked at Fei Xiang in surprise, obviously very interested in Picasso's authentic works.She looked at Zhang Chenfeng and said, "Let's go and have a look."

"it is good."

Zhang Chenfeng nodded.

Fei Xiang looked at Zhang Chenfeng in astonishment, as if he couldn't figure out why Song Qiaoxi had to ask Zhang Chenfeng's opinion on everything.

Who is this man?

Fei Xiang took a look at Zhang Chenfeng, and then walked in front, leading Song Qiaoxi.

Zhang Chenfeng followed behind without saying a word, his eyes scanned the surroundings, and he was not interested in this exhibition.

After all, this kind of art exhibition is too low-level in his eyes, and the most luxurious art exhibition he participated in was when he was in the country of magnesium.

At that time, the richest man in the country of Magnesium held an art exhibition in his manor, and all the art exhibitions at that time were authentic works of masters from all over the world.

Even some of the things hidden in the museum have been exhibited by the rich man trying to find a way.

It can be said that that art exhibition was the first and only time in the world that it was lent with such arrogance.

It was that time that Zhang Chenfeng enjoyed most of the famous paintings and heard many master-level explanations.

So looking at the painting now, in fact, Zhang Chenfeng can also express some opinions, at least in this place, it is completely easy to say something astonishing.

"Here, this is the real work of Picasso. Take a look, Qiao Xi."

Fei Xiang stood between Zhang Chenfeng and Song Qiaoxi, with his back to Zhang Chenfeng, obviously wanting to ignore Zhang Chenfeng directly.

Song Qiaoxi took a step forward, staring at the painting, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Zhang Chenfeng folded his hands in front of his chest, took two steps forward, suddenly leaned over to look at the painting, then turned around and muttered, "It's another liar, a fake painting."

His voice was not loud, but it was not low, just enough for Fei Xiang and Song Qiaoxi to hear him.

The two looked at Zhang Chenfeng almost at the same time.

Fei Xiang frowned and said, "Mr. Zhang, right? I just heard you say that this painting is fake? Some food can be eaten indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense."

Song Qiaoxi brushed the hair around his ear and said, "He said it was fake, so Fei Xiang, you have to verify it carefully."

This sentence was like a slap in the face, and it slapped Fei Xiang hard on the face.

Fei Xiang originally wanted to laugh at Zhang Chenfeng with Song Qiaoxi, mocking Zhang Chenfeng for not knowing how to appreciate paintings, which just happened to highlight his taste, and also trampled Zhang Chenfeng under his feet, making him lose face.

But before Fei Xiang could speak, Song Qiaoxi spoke.

This sentence made Fei Xiang feel heartbroken.

Damn, I haven't said anything, I haven't started to belittle Zhang Chenfeng, I haven't started to show off that I know how to draw, why did I suddenly slap myself, this is not logical!

Usually when Gao Fushuai meets this kind of hanging silk, he laughs in front of the goddess, how come he changes on his side.

Fei Xiang looked at Song Qiaoxi and said, "Qiao Xi, he doesn't understand these paintings just by looking at them. Why...why do you think it's fake when he says it's fake? Besides, this painting was brought over by the organizer. Yes, it can't be fake, he said it was fake the moment he opened his mouth, isn't that nonsense? If it's fake, has he seen the real one?"

"Of course I did."

The corners of Zhang Chenfeng's mouth curled up slightly.

"Hahaha, then why don't you say that the painting you saw, the painting you thought was real, was fake?"

Fei Xiang asked.

"Because he can't be fake."

Zhang Chenfeng shook his head. He remembered that painting as the collection of Larotte, the owner of Henry Manor in Magnesia. He knew Larotte best. His personality was eccentric, and it was impossible for ordinary people to see his collection.

The reason why he was willing to take it out last time was because the person who held the art exhibition was his good friend, the kind of good friend who grew up wearing a pair of pants. That's why he took out three paintings from his hands for exhibition. If all of them are exhibited, I believe it will make the exhibition even more exciting.

Therefore, Zhang Chenfeng did not believe that the organizer had the ability to rent this painting from Larotte, because this painting was simply a priceless treasure, how could he be willing to take it out?

Originally, he heard outside that there was a picture of Picasso's words in it, and he thought it was another painting, but he didn't expect it to be this one.

Fei Xiang didn't expect that Zhang Chenfeng would answer himself in this way. He had an arrogant smile on his face and said, "You said you've seen it, but I want to say that even Qiao Xi hasn't seen it. Qiao Xi, if this painting If it’s fake, have you seen the real one?”

"No."

Song Qiaoxi shook his head.

"Look..."

Before Fei Xiang finished speaking, Song Qiaoxi interrupted him.

Song Qiaoxi said: "But I believe he has seen it."

If she didn't know Zhang Chenfeng's identity, Song Qiaoxi might doubt the reliability of Zhang Chenfeng's words, but ever since she knew that Zhang Chenfeng was a magic dragon, Song Qiaoxi would never disbelieve Zhang Chenfeng's words. How could she not believe Zhang Chenfeng's words? ?

But she didn't know that this sentence was like a slap again, slapping Fei Xiang's face so hard that Fei Xiang felt that his face was about to swell.

He looked at Song Qiaoxi, but found that Song Qiaoxi was looking at Zhang Chenfeng all the time, with the kind of emotion in his eyes that did not belong to ordinary friends.

Seeing this, Fei Xiang felt as if his goddess was about to be robbed.

If he was the second generation of other high-level companies, or the second generation of some top companies, then he might not say anything, but Zhang Chenfeng didn't look like a rich person at first glance, he might be an ordinary person below.

For such a person, how could Fei Xiang lose! ?