Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

Zhang Mingxuan's proposal caused an uproar in the Tang family. Tang Yongdao and Tang Junshan were both lost in thought. They knew that this was an opportunity, but also a huge risk.

Tang Wenwan sat on the sofa, her brows furrowed, weighing the pros and cons in her mind. She knew that Zhang Mingxuan's proposal could bring new vitality to the Tang family, but it might also put the Tang family into a greater crisis.

"Uncle Zhang, your proposal is very creative, but have you ever thought that once these paintings are acquired by the Zhang family, the Tang family's status in the hearts of collectors will plummet." There was a hint of worry in Tang Wenwan's voice, and her eyes flashed with wisdom.

Zhang Mingxuan was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Tang Wenwan to ask such a question. He was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Ms. Tang, I understand your concerns. But I think that only openness and progress can make the Tang family invincible in the market."

Tang Yongdao nodded, his eyes revealing a hint of approval. "Wen Wan, Mr. Zhang is right. Our Tang family cannot lose the opportunity for development because of being conservative."

Tang Junshan also echoed: "Yes, Wen Wan, we should consider Mr. Zhang's proposal. After all, the purchasing power and influence of the new rich in the market should not be underestimated."

Tang Wenwan sighed, she knew she couldn't change the family's decision. She turned to look at Zhang Mingxuan, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes: "Uncle Zhang, if you really decide to buy these paintings, I hope you can protect them well and don't let them be harmed again."

Zhang Mingxuan nodded, with a hint of a smile on his face: "Miss Tang, don't worry, I will definitely protect these paintings well."

At the same time, the atmosphere in the meeting room of the Japanese Cultural Exchange Group was equally tense. Team members sat around a long table, and everyone's expression looked solemn and complicated.

"The 'Spring Mountain Retreat' in our hands is actually a replica?" There was a hint of anger in Ichiro Yamamoto's voice and his face was full of shock.

"Yes, this is the news we got from the Tang and Zhu families. They are willing to provide evidence to prove that the painting they handed over to us was a fake." Guan Ben Liangxiong sat at the head of the conference table, his voice calm and firm.

The right wing members immediately became excited, they thought it was a humiliation to Japan and demanded immediate action to wash away this shame. The left wing, on the other hand, thought it was an opportunity to show Japan's sincerity and promote cultural exchanges between China and Japan.

"We can't just accept this fact. It will make us lose face internationally!" Ichiro Yamamoto slammed the table angrily, his eyes full of rage.

Guan Benliangxiong stood up, his eyes swept over everyone, and his voice was full of determination: "We must make a choice, whether to continue to bear the accusations of the past, or to bravely face the reality and move towards the future with the Chinese people."

The atmosphere in the conference room became increasingly tense, with arguments coming from both sides. Guan Benliangxiong stood up, his eyes swept over everyone, and his voice was full of determination: "We must make a choice, whether to continue to bear the guilt of the past, or to bravely face reality and move towards the future with the Chinese people."

Finally, under the promotion of Guan Benliangxiong, the Japanese cultural exchange group reached a consensus. At a public press conference, they admitted their mistakes and agreed to return the replica.

This incident not only revealed the truth about "Spring Mountain Hermitage" to the world, but also marked an important step forward in cultural exchanges between China and Japan.

Tang Wenwan sat in front of the TV, watching the news that the two countries reached a consensus, her eyes were filled with tears. She knew that all the efforts were not in vain, and the sacrifices of the Tang and Zhu families were finally rewarded.

Jiang Kaichen sat beside her and gently held Tang Wenwan's hand. "Wenwan, we did it."

Tang Wenwan turned her head and looked at Jiang Kaichen, a trace of gratitude flashed in her eyes. "Thank you, Kaichen."

The two men's eyes met in the living room, and their hearts were filled with new hope and determination. They knew that although this storm was over, their story would continue.