After hearing this, Xu Cong's face turned green and his facial features were almost twisted into a ball.

If it weren't Ye Xingong who said this but someone else, he would probably have punched him.

He suppressed his anger and whispered: "Old Ye, have you read it carefully? Is this copybook really a fake?"

Ye Xingong smiled, "It's not true or false, it's not true. It's a fake that I'm looking at it a few more times."

This time Xu Cong was completely helpless.

How can he refute the words of the contemporary calligraphy saint? People have walked more bridges than they have walked. If they can identify the truth or falsehood, no one has the power to speak.

Fake!

These two words were like a steel knife stabbed into Xu Cong's heart, and he was almost dead because of pain.

He spent 10 million to buy this copybook.

Ten million!

Ye Xingong said: "Although it is a fake, the copybook is extremely exquisite. Although it is not a priceless thing, it is worth 300,000 to 400,000."

Ten million becomes 300,000 to 400,000.

hehe!

At this time, Ding Qishan handed over Jiang Ce's copybook again, "Old Ye, how about this copybook?"

Because he just saw a fake, Ye Xingong was not so excited. In his opinion, Tang Bohu's original works are rare in the world, so how could these ordinary people get it?

So this second picture is probably fake.

Mr. Ye Xin didn't care either, so he took it and took a look. As a result, the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong.

"Um?!"

The casual look disappeared, becoming nervous and excited.

Ye Xingong leaned his eyes up and looked at them little by little from top to bottom. He first looked at the words, then the paper, and the mezzanine. Finally, he checked the edge gaps one by one.

The old man's hands trembled and he was excited.

He held the copybook in his hand and said excitedly: "This is this, this is the original work of Tang Bohu!"

The original work!!!

Ding Qishan, who had been suppressed all night, instantly danced and laughed.

The three Wang family members on the opposite side frowned and their faces were full of disappointment. They brag all night, but in the end they took out a fake.

It's worthless to lose others.

What's the result?

When someone just took it, he found the original work of Tang Bohu, worth more than 20 million yuan.

No matter how powerful you say it, it becomes useless; only by showing off your true strength can people convince them.

Ye Xingong said excitedly: "Everyone, can you agree to my unkind request?"

Ding Qishan said: "Old Ye, don't be polite. Please make any requests."

"This original painting of Tang Bohu is a national treasure. It's a pity to be left outside. Can you sell it to Lao I? Don't worry, Lao I will definitely acquire it at a high price and will not let some people suffer."

Ding Qishan looked at Jiang Ce, "Do you agree?"

Jiang Ce smiled, "Dad, you are confused. This copybook is a gift I gave you. It belongs to you now. Just nod. Why ask for my opinion?"

Ye Xingong looked at Ding Qishan with a gaze, "Okay... okay?"

What a glorious thing is Ding Qishan’s heart? Today’s calligraphy saint actually begged him.

He shook his head, "No."

Ye Xingong's face changed instantly.

When Wang Zhirong saw the opportunity to counterattack, he shouted loudly: "Ding Qishan, don't go too far. What's the use of this copybook with you? If you don't have a low level, you may also damage this copybook. Do you know how to maintain and save it? What qualifications do you have to refuse Mr. Ye?"

Ding Qishan smiled and said to Ye Xingong: "Old Ye, don't get me wrong. What I rejected you means is that I will not sell it to you. Instead, I want to... give it to you!"

this……

Wang Zhirong next to him felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly. The words he just said were proved to be a typical "judging a gentleman's belly by the heart of a villain"!

He cursed in his heart: Ding Qishan, pretend to be nm!!!

Ye Xingong's hands trembled. Although 20 million was not too much money for him, it still hurts a little if he really wanted to take it out.

At this moment, the other party was willing to give him free of charge, which was so happy.

He said, "I am ashamed of it."

"Hi, Mr. Ye is joking. As a calligraphy saint today, you are a model of our worship. If you can give this item to you, that is the Fuze of the younger generation! Please don't dislike me, please accept it."

Ye Xingong put away the copybook and asked again: "I don't know what to call it?"

Ding Qishan took out a business card and handed it to the other party, "This is the business card of the younger generation, please accept it."

Ye Xingong took it, turned around and took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Ding Qishan, "This is the membership card of my Ye family's calligraphy union. With it, you can go to any Ye family union in the country in the future."

Ding Qishan was so happy that he jumped up.

This card is something that everyone who studies calligraphy dreams of, and Ding Qishan has no idea how many relationships he has to rely on.

Now that I realize my dream, I feel ecstatic.

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Ye for your love!"

Ye Xingong smiled, "Oh, you have to be welcome. You can give me such a masterpiece to me, proving that you have noble character and are a material that can be made. In the future, we can communicate more."

"How dare you, how dare you? I can only say that it is learning."

The two of them politely said a few more words and toasted each other with a glass of wine. Then Ye Xingong left the box with his copybook.

Duke Ye Xin got the original work of Tang Bohu, and Ding Qishan got the Ye Union membership card. Both of them were so happy, only Wang Zhirong's face was black and his teeth were clattering.

Not to mention Xu Cong, he bought a fake copybook for ten million yuan, and he had the intention of committing suicide.

Ding Mengyan, who had been silent, did not forget to finish the fight: "Fengya, you really married a good husband. You bought a fake worth of 10 million yuan. Oh, that's right, who made your Xu Cong so rich? Unlike my unsatisfactory husband, who only costs 8,000 yuan a month, you have to look at everything you really want to buy, and you have no courage at all."

She deliberately said to Jiang Ce: "Oh, husband, when can you close your eyes like someone else, just like a stupid donkey, buy whatever you want?"

Jiang Ce shook his head helplessly.

Although Ding Mengyan is quite simple, she is a woman after all. Sometimes every word is like a knife when it hurts people. She says that she wants to die.

Wang Fengya gritted her teeth in hatred, but couldn't say a word.

The advantage of this dinner gathered in the first half of the time was gone because of a fake!

Even the Wang family was severely humiliated.

It's really hateful.

Ding Qishan filled the wine glass happily and said to Wang Zhirong: "Zhirong, come, let's go with one of our brothers. We have a membership card now. If you want to go to the Ye Union in the future, tell me at any time, I'll take you there!"
Chapter completed!