C2 There be a Problem with This Painting

"Cough cough!" "This..." Xiao Chen coughed dryly. He did not expect to cause such a sensation in the Paradise Hotel when he saw Liu Ruloong.

"Humph!" How could Xiao Feng's words be false?! You must be ashamed of yourself to not find a good reason to lie! "

Xue Dashan frowned and sneered. He didn't like Xiao Chen no matter how he looked at it. He pointed to the door and shouted, "You don't need to accompany us today. Get lost. Don't drag us along with you!"

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and pour Dad a cup of tea!" Xue Yurou glared at Xiao Chen, stood up and pulled him away. She took out a palm-sized wooden box from her pocket and put it into Xiao Chen's hand, then whispered, "This is a gift for dad. Say your apologies."

Xiao Chen grinned and said no more. He did not want others to know that he had come into contact with Liu Ruloong before. He did not expect that the news of Liu Ruloong coming to the Changzhou had already spread like wildfire.

"Uncle, don't be angry, I heard you like calligraphy and paintings. I especially asked my friend to take a real picture of Yang Ning style and give it to you as a birthday present." Without waiting for Xiao Chen to speak, Feng Shaoan suddenly stood up and put the half-meter long wooden box that he carried in his arms onto the table. He took out an unframed calligraphy piece and said, "Wishing you good luck, Uncle, your life is longer than Nanshan!"

"Hahaha, Xiao Feng is thoughtful!" Xue Dashan's eyes were straight when he saw the calligraphy.

Usually, he loved to collect antique calligraphy and paintings, especially calligraphy. However, his family conditions were limited, so he could only buy fake goods to satisfy himself.

"Yang Ning's real work, it must be very valuable!" Zhang Meifeng's eyes lit up as she probed.

She had only heard of calligraphy experts like Yan Zhenqing and Liu Gonggong, as well as calligraphy masters like Wang Xizhi. This was the first time she had heard of Yang Ning.

Hearing Zhang Meifeng's words, Xue Dashan shook his head, curled his lips and said, "Women's opinions. As the one who follows Tang Qisong's calligraphy, how can his works be measured by money? Extremely vulgar!"

Zhang Meifeng glared at him, but she soon became happy. Since he was a master of calligraphy, the price must not be cheap!

"Not much."

At this time, Feng Shaoan smiled and attracted the gazes of Zhang Meifeng and Xue Dashan, "Back then during the auction, everyone gave me face and didn't compete with me, so I won with a price of five hundred thousand."

Zhang Meifeng was stunned for a moment before she beamed. Xue Dashan said that he didn't care about the price, but hearing that it was five hundred thousand yuan, he was delighted!

Even Xue Yurou couldn't help but to take a glance at Feng Shaoan. She was slightly surprised as to why he bought such a precious gift for Xue Dashan.

Only Xiao Chen couldn't help but grin. What era was Yang Ning style from? This was a calligraphy expert of the Tang Zhao Sect era. Even if he wasn't as famous as the Scholar and the others, his real work wasn't something that could be bought with just 500,000 yuan. His father-in-law was a real man, but how could he not understand this little bit of common sense?

"What are you looking at?" Suddenly, Zhang Meifeng glared fiercely at Xiao Chen and said in a weird tone, "Yurou, look at Xiao Feng, he prepared such a precious gift the moment he arrived, unlike some trash who only eats soft food and doesn't even fart until now."

Xue Yurou frowned and winked at Xiao Chen, signaling him to hurry up and send the gift over.

"Mom, I've also prepared a present for dad." Sensing Xue Yurou's gaze, Xiao Chen touched his nose and said to Xue Dashan, "It was my mistake to be late. Just treat this gift as an apology to dad!"

He had been forcefully awakened by someone earlier, so his mind was focused on adapting to the new era and forgot about this matter. If he knew earlier, he would have asked Liu Ruloong to find a suitable calligraphy piece to save Xue Dashan and Zhang Meifeng from having a weird atmosphere.

"Yo, you've also prepared a present? "It couldn't be that dozens of dollars were poached from the stalls, right?" Zhang Meifeng rolled her eyes with disdain.

Xiao Chen's monthly living expenses were given out by her. In total, they were only worth a few hundred yuan. What could he possibly buy? Even if it wasn't a stall, could it be comparable to Feng Shaoan's calligraphy?

Hearing this, the corner of Feng Shaoan's mouth revealed a trace of ridicule. He was waiting to see Xiao Chen make a joke of himself.

Ever since Xue Yurou had married a trash like Xiao Chen, he had always been planning to dye Xiao Chen's head with color. This time, Zhang Meifeng and her wife had invited him to join the birthday banquet, which was obviously a good opportunity.

"Mom!" Xue Yurou was a little dissatisfied. She frowned and said, "This was carefully selected by Xiao Chen!"

Xiao Chen shook his head helplessly and placed the wooden box on the table. He said to Xue Dashan, "I wish you good luck like the East Sea and a longer life than Nanshan!"

"Purple sandalwood?" Unfortunately, there are some flaws. "

Opening the wooden box that Xiao Chen handed over, there was an exquisite rosewood teapot. Xue Dashan was slightly surprised, but his attention was focused on the calligraphy that Feng Shaoan sent over, and his attitude couldn't help but be a little cold.

"The material is not bad, but it's a pity that it's a fake. However, it can be considered a pretty good crafts piece."

Feng Shaoan picked up the purple sandalwood teapot from the table. When he saw the flaws on it, he revealed a mocking smile.

"What?" Xiao Feng, you said that this is a fake? " Hearing Feng Shaoan's words, Zhang Meifeng's face immediately darkened. She immediately glared at Xiao Chen and scolded, "You trashy thing, you actually used a fake to fool us?!"

As she said that, Zhang Meifeng grabbed the teapot on the table and slammed it onto the ground!

"Mom, what are you doing?!" Xue Yurou's face turned pale as she quickly picked up the teapot from the ground.

The teapot was somewhat damaged, and a crack appeared on its surface.

Xiao Chen couldn't help but frown. This teapot was bought by Xue Yurou, which meant that it had been carefully selected. Although there were some flaws, it was definitely not a fake.

"What's there to keep a fake? Just directly smash it, so as not to get in the way!" Zhang Meifeng glared as if she was going to cut Xiao Chen into pieces.

"What aunty said is right. Antique is the most taboo thing in this world!" "If you keep it, you might as well throw it away!" Feng Shaoan felt extremely comfortable inside. The calligraphy that he gave was actually worth 500,000 gold coins, while the calligraphy that Xiao Chen gave was a cheap fake. No matter from what aspect, it was worth completely crushing. This made him very proud.

Especially what Zhang Meifeng did, it made Feng Shaoan feel even more comfortable.

At this moment, Xiao Chen suddenly stood up and walked towards Zhang Meifeng with a smile.

Seeing Xiao Chen walk over, Zhang Meifeng subconsciously took a step back and scolded him with a frown, "What are you trying to do?!"

"Since Mom told Young Master Feng that the fake should be destroyed, then …" The moment he finished speaking, Xiao Chen picked up the calligraphy piece on the table and said with a smile, "Then I think I should burn this piece of paper as well!"