Revenging Son-in-law

Du Fei nodded and said proudly, "Of course, Lidu. This is a big company. Even the most ignorant people should have heard of it."    

Qin Yuan said, "En, of course I have heard of it. Coincidentally, I am preparing to go to Lidu Company to take a look these two days."    

Because Qin Yuan promised Wei Ziqing that he would go to Lidu Design Company to become the president of the company these two days, he did not expect Du Fei to work in Lidu Company.    

Hearing Qin Yuan's words, Du Fei raised his head and asked, "What is it? Are you going to apply for the job in Lidu in the next two days? Let me tell you, it's useless even if you go. We are a big company. Usually, people who don't recruit outsiders are led by leaders like me. Only then will you be accepted. "    

"What are you doing now? Don't worry, I'll take you there in a few days. You'll definitely be able to get into the job smoothly. Don't go by yourself. If you do, you won't even be able to get in."    

Upon hearing this, Qin Yuan felt that it was funny. Nonsense. How could he not be able to get into the office if he wanted to be the president? Instead, it was this Du Fei. He kept bragging about his work and his annual salary. He had thought that he would be able to get high anywhere, but it turned out that he was in Lidu. He was just a small department manager, yet he was so cocky?    

However, Qin Yuan didn't say this out loud, nor did he expose his true identity. He didn't want to say anything more to a clown like Du Fei. If he wanted to show off, he would just let him do it.    

After lunch, Han Ying called her aunt and her family to sit on the sofa and drink tea. Qin Yuan started to clean the bowls and chopsticks.    

At this time, her husband, Luo Ming, stood up and said to Chu Gengnian, "Brother-in-law, I have a gift for you this time."    

Chu Gengnian heard it and said, "Yo, what is it? Brother-in-law even brought me a gift?"    

"Of course, Brother-in-law. Our family's conditions were not good in the past. We didn't bring you any decent gifts, but it's different this time." Luo Ming got up and walked to the gifts they had brought. He took out a calligraphy and painting from a well-packaged wooden box.    

"Brother-in-law, I know you like calligraphy and calligraphy, so I brought you a famous painting this time." As Luo Ming spoke, he unfolded the painting.    

Chu Gengnian was shocked when he saw it.    

"What's wrong? Is this Tang Yan's' Picture of the Apricot Cabbage '?"    

Anyone who had some common sense would know that this Tang Bohu was a famous painter of his generation. He was one of the Four Talents and one of Chu Gengnian's favorites, an ancient painter. He felt that Tang Bohu's calligraphy was very unique and unique. It was different from the style of other ancient artists, so he especially admired it.    

"Aiya, this is not good. Is this really Tang Bohu's apricot cottage drawing?" Han Ying was also shocked. Although she did not understand calligraphy and painting, she knew that her husband Chu Gengnian especially liked Tang Bohu's calligraphy and painting.    

Han Ying went over and admired the painting as she asked, "Is this the real work of Tang Bohu?"    

After all, Tang Bohu's calligraphy and painting were very famous and precious. Moreover, there was only one authentic work. Most of the authentic works were imitations, so it was very difficult to get the authentic work.    

Luo Ming said, "Second sister, look at what you said. Could the gift I gave brother-in-law be fake? Of course, this is Tang Bohu's authentic work."    

Han Ying and Chu Gengnian were shocked once again. It was not difficult to get an imitation, but to get an authentic work, that would be incredible.    

"Aiya, brother-in-law, you are really generous. This authentic work of Tang Bohu is very valuable, right? How can you give our Elder Chu such a valuable gift?"    

Luo Ming said, "This painting is indeed very valuable. It cost a total of ten million. But money is nothing. As long as Brother-in-law likes it."    

" Ten million? " Han Ying's mouth could not help but open wide.    

"Hey, this ten million is indeed a little expensive, but who asked me to have a good son-in-law? To tell you the truth, this painting of Tang Bohu is my son-in-law, Du Fei. It was won from the auction, and it was an internal auction held by the higher-ups. Even if outsiders have money, they wouldn't be able to buy it. " As Luo Ming spoke, he looked proudly at his son-in-law, Du Fei.    

Han Yu and Luo Zhilan had already shown off. Now it was his turn. Luo Ming naturally had to perform well. In the past, Luo Ming and ___ lived in the countryside. The conditions were more difficult. Chu Gengnian was a city person. After retirement, he still liked to appreciate antiques, calligraphy, and paintings. Luo Ming was extremely envious of him.    

But now, the tides had turned, and his daughter had found a good son-in-law. After buying a house in the city, he was now a citizen of the city. Wasn't he just playing with an antique calligraphy and painting? What was so great about it? His son-in-law, Du Fei, could earn five million a year. Wasn't it a small matter to play an antique painting?    

That was why Luo Ming deliberately sent a painting to Chu Gengnian today, in order to show off in front of him. Can't you, Chu Gengnian, play with an antique painting? I, Luo Ming, can do it too, and I can play with an ancient famous painting like Tang Bohu. A calligraphy and painting is worth tens of millions, much better than you, Chu Gengnian.    

Han Ying said, "Aiya, brother-in-law, it turns out that Tang Bohu's paintings were bought by your son-in-law, Du Fei, from the auction. This is amazing. This Du Fei is really a filial child. He was actually willing to spend ten million to buy such an expensive calligraphy and painting. Our Elder Chu has played with antiques and paintings for so many years. At most, he only has Gu Kaizhi's' Picture of the God of Luo '. "    

Luo Ming said very pretentiously, "Then you don't understand. You need to play with calligraphy and paintings. He wants to play the real one. Only the real one has value in appreciating it. If you only play imitation and counterfeit, then it would be meaningless. That's why I specially brought a copy of Tang Bohu's authentic work for Brother-in-law today. "    

Chu Gengnian was also very shocked. He knew Han Yu and Luo Ming had been living in the countryside and it was difficult for them to live. He did not expect that one day they would be able to play with such expensive calligraphy and paintings.    

"Old Luo, this is too expensive. I dare not accept this gift." Chu Gengnian said.    

"Don't, brother-in-law. This is a gift I specially gave you. You have to accept it. Don't save money for me. My son-in-law Du Fei can earn five million a year. What's the big deal about a small painting?"    

Du Fei also had a proud look on his face. He added, "Yes, second uncle. You must accept this painting. Consider it a little gift from my father-in-law. Don't worry. In the future, when there is a chance, I will give my father-in-law a few more paintings of famous people in the ancient times for him to enjoy. This is nothing. "    

Luo Zhilan also echoed, "That's right, Second Uncle. Take it. In the future, my dad will be like you, a citizen of the city. He can even afford to play with this ancient calligraphy and painting. The two of you can communicate more."    

At this time, Qin Yuan finished cleaning the bowls and chopsticks, took off his apron, and walked out of the kitchen. He inadvertently glanced at the open painting of Tang Bohu, and his eyes flashed with a silver-gray light.    

Then, his whole eyes fixed on the painting. A lot of knowledge about verifying the authenticity of the painting emerged in his mind. This was the knowledge of the Profound Sect. Other than the Void Physical Training Technique, there were also other knowledge skills and appraisal skills. Through a pair of eyes, one could quickly identify the authenticity of the ancient calligraphy and paintings.    

A moment later, Qin Yuan withdrew his gaze and sneered in his heart. "Humph, what Tang Bohu's authentic work? It's just a high imitation."    

Others might not be able to see it, but he could. It was not a real work, but an imitation.