Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

Zhang Mingxuan's face turned from red to white, and then from white to blue, his eyes filled with unwillingness and anger. He knew that the scheme he had carefully planned was easily cracked by Jiang Kaichen.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then slowly said, "Jiang Kaichen, don't think that this is the end of it. I can't decide on those paintings alone."

Jiang Kaichen looked at Zhang Mingxuan coldly, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, and asked deliberately, "Oh? So, there is someone behind Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Mingxuan gnashed his teeth. He knew he had no way out, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Yes, the Japanese also have a share of those paintings. They paid a high price. Do you think they will let go so easily?"

Jiang Kaichen's mouth curled up into a cold smile. This was what he was waiting for. He had long known that the Japanese were behind this, trying to gain control of the Chinese ancient painting market by controlling the Tang family's paintings.

"Spring Mountain Hermitage" is not only the treasure of the Tang family, but also the weather vane of the entire antique painting market. Whoever masters it can call the shots in the antique painting market.

"Japanese?" Jiang Kaichen's voice was filled with disdain. "They have always wanted the Tang family's paintings, but they always get angry when they can't get them."

Zhang Mingxuan's eyes flashed with cunning, thinking he still had a chance. "Jiang Kaichen, don't forget that there are many fakes of "Spring Mountain Hermitage" on the market now. How many people know that the one you have is the real one?"

Jiang Kaichen's mouth suddenly showed sarcasm. He knew that the Japanese deliberately created these serial dramas to create market chaos. But he also knew that from the moment the Tang family handed the painting to him through Tang Wenwan, they also passed on the right to speak in the entire ancient painting market to him.

He raised his eagle eyes slightly: "Boss Zhang, you should worry about yourself. You are really bold enough to try to get the skin of a tiger."

This sentence made Zhang Mingxuan's face even uglier. He knew of course that the Japanese were just using him as a tool to cross the bridge. It was just that wealth and honor must be sought in danger, and risking one's life in the face of death had always been the rule of survival for their Zhang family.

"Jiang Kaichen, do you think you won? Don't forget, Tang Wenwan agreed to my son's proposal. Even if the ceremony can't be held now, she will still be a member of my Zhang family in three years!" He glared at Tang Yongdao, who had a guilty look on his face, and pulled his distracted son to his side and emphasized.

"Three years later? You'd better think carefully about how you can survive three years!" Jiang Kaichen was not in a hurry this time. He just subconsciously used his body to block the Zhang family's covetous gazes towards Tang Wenwan, and reminded them with disdain that after regaining his rationality, he felt that the Zhang family was really not worthy of being taken seriously.

But before he finished his words, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Jiang Kaichen's eyes again, as if he had thought of something.

"Zhang Mingxuan, you'd better pray that Tang Wenwan is safe and sound in the next three years, otherwise, I will make your entire Zhang family regret coming into this world."

He suddenly remembered the stupid things Jiang Haotian had done before, and once again solemnly reminded Zhang Mingxuan that he was not afraid of him being stupid, but he was afraid that he would do something desperate.

Zhang Mingxuan's eyes dodged for a while, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He looked at the two elders Tang and Zhu who were standing silently on the side, and finally realized that the Zhu family once again blocked the Tang family and erected a tough firewall.

"Mr. Jiang, maybe we can talk." Zhang Mingxuan deliberately emphasized his current last name. Subconsciously, he wanted to distance himself from the Zhu family, and his face showed a compromise of business.

Jiang Kaichen watched from the corner of his eye as Tang Wenwan was led away by Hashimoto Yuki to the door where she disappeared without a trace. He turned around and sat down in front of the drawing table with the two elders and Hashimoto Yasuka. He then raised his head and coldly asked the Zhang family father and son who were standing there without daring to move:

"Talk? Mr. Zhang, haven't you given all your cards to the Japanese? What else can you bring to the table to talk to me?"

The words hit the nail on the head. A trace of despair flashed in Zhang Mingxuan's eyes. He looked at the pride in Zhu Huaishan's eyes that could not be suppressed at all, and once again felt the arrogance and difficulty of the Zhu family.

"Jiang Kaichen, who do you think you are? Is Zhengda yours? Does the Zhu family recognize you? After all, the paintings from the Tang family are still in my hands. You are nothing. Even if the original "Spring Mountain Hermitage" is in your hands, what can you do?!"

As expected, a dog will jump over the wall when it is desperate. Zhang Mingxuan roared with red eyes, "Isn't it just a fight? I fought with this kid's grandfather before, so why should I be afraid of this kid who is still wet behind the ears?"

"What do you mean the Zhu family doesn't recognize him? Don't try to sow discord here, kid. He is my Zhu Huaishan's direct grandson, and the relationship is engraved in our blood. It's only a matter of time before he recognizes his ancestry. Do you need an outsider like you to worry about it?"

Jiang Kaichen hadn't even opened his mouth yet because of Zhang Mingxuan's barking, but Mr. Zhu slammed the table and stood up, becoming the first one to become unable to sit still.

He had been feeling guilty about the fact that he had thrown that kid out without any explanation ten years ago, and was afraid that this rebellious grandson would get angry and disown him. He had been trying to ease their relationship these days, but Zhang Mingxuan hit the nail on the head, and the old man's face turned green.

"Do I need to use the Zhu family card to deal with you? Didn't you see the relationship between me and Guan Ben Liangxiong at the press conference?"

As expected, the rebellious grandson didn't care about Old Master Zhu's emotions at all. He turned the teacup in his hand and seemed to be pointing to the question inadvertently.

Zhang Mingxuan's face turned completely pale immediately. He finally realized that with the support of the Japanese Crown Prince, Yamaguchi Mieko could instantly become a card in Jiang Kaichen's hand that could immediately cut off his financial support.

His legs went weak, and he knew that he had completely lost this game from the beginning. He held his son's arm, took a deep breath with dark eyes, and then slowly spoke:

"Jiang Kaichen, you win. I'll give you those paintings."

Jiang Kaichen's mouth curled up into a triumphant smile. He looked at Zhang Mingxuan coldly, then slowly said, "Mr. Zhang, you'd better remember that picking up a bargain may succeed once by chance, but it's impossible to succeed by chance forever."

As he spoke, he even stood up from his seat again, walked to the front of Zhang's father and son, stared into Zhang Xincheng's eyes, and said word by word with a creepy smile, "Don't forget, there are some people you don't deserve and can't afford to miss."

The Zhang father and son were forced to retreat several steps before they could stand firm due to his overwhelming aura. The despair in Zhang Xincheng's eyes and the unwillingness that still remained in Zhang Mingxuan's eyes made the two of them look like eggplants frozen by frost and almost lifeless.

"Then, when do you plan to receive that batch of goods?" Zhang Mingxuan's only thought now was to quickly get out of this black hole. He calmed down and asked quickly.

Jiang Kaichen gave him a cold look, then turned around and sat back down at the drawing table.

"Are you in a hurry now? Aren't there still Japanese? Are you qualified to dump the goods?"

What he wanted was not the paintings in the hands of the Zhang family. What he wanted was for the Zhang family to disappear completely from the antique painting market, just like the Zhu family did decades ago. He looked at his grandfather's reflection in the tea and thought silently that he had to settle the account with the Zhang family from the beginning.