"Haha, Lao Jiang, if you asked your good-for-nothing son-in-law to send the painting, wouldn't you be insulting the painting!"

In the crowd, a balding middle-aged man said sarcastically.

He is Jiang Guomin's mortal enemy, Qian Benshan, who was in the same department when he was an official and has been fighting openly and secretly for many years.

People in the circle had spread the news that Jiang Guomin's son-in-law was a loser, and they usually only said a few words in private.

But today, Qian Benshan directly brought it to the table to make insinuations, which was a bit excessive.

Jiang Guomin snorted coldly and ignored him, feeling even more dissatisfied with Chen Ping.

Just at this time.

Chen Ping sat in Zheng Tai's car and parked outside the Guohua exhibition hall. After making sure that no one knew him, he got out of the car.

Go straight to the showroom.

Zheng Tai also waited for a while, then picked up the steps and pretended to be a guest watching the exhibition, and followed him.

Chen Ping trotted to the No. 1 exhibition hall in Area C with the gift box in his nest.

As soon as he appeared at the entrance of the exhibition hall, sharp-eyed Gao Yang shouted: "Chen Ping is here!"

After shouting, he ran over quickly, snatched the painting from Chen Ping's hand, and angrily said: "Chen Ping, what are you doing? It took you so long to send the painting away. You couldn't be fooling around with some woman."

Bar!"
Chapter completed!