"Wow--" The painting that was said to cost three million dollars was instantly destroyed by Ye Fei, and Tang Ruoxue and the others' expressions changed dramatically.

Han Jianfeng was furious: "Ye Fei, what are you doing?"

Ye Fei ignored everyone's gaze and directly pulled out a thin string and threw it on the table.

"nylon thread!"

"Synthetic fibers!"

"Born in 1938!"

"Wu Daozi, who was more than seven hundred years old, traveled through time and painted this?"

The whole place was completely silent.

Everyone was dumbfounded for a moment.

Tang Fenghua also made a loud noise, her mouth opened wide, with a look of disbelief on her face.

They originally wanted to see Ye Fei's joke, but they were simply and roughly slapped in the face by Ye Fei.

Modern nylon thread appears in paintings from seven hundred years ago. Even a fool knows that it is impossible.

A sword sealed his throat! Han Jianfeng's cheeks were burning and painful.

Lin Qiuling's face was also gloomy and ugly.

"Even if this painting is fake, it's still a hundred times better than your ginseng fruit."

Seeing that all the relatives despised her husband, Tang Fenghua couldn't help herself and took out Ye Fei's box.

Open.

She poured out the ginseng fruit and slapped it on the table.

"Our fake painting was deceived. It would be disrespectful to use it to celebrate my father's birthday."

"But what about you?"

"If you give ginseng fruit as a gift to dad, it's still a street vendor, and you'll eat it to death."

Tang Fenghua pointed at Ye Fei and cursed: "Compared to your gift, we are a hundred times better."

Han Jianfeng also directly blamed him: "The ginseng fruit is so ugly, do you want to poison your father to death?"

Everyone looked at the ugly red ginseng fruit and accused Ye Fei of having bad intentions.

Tang Ruoxue frowned and pulled Ye Fei's sleeve: "Ye Fei, apologize to mom."

Ye Fei did not apologize, but pointed at the ginseng fruit: "Mom and Dad, do you also think this is a street stall product?"

Tang Sanguo stared and examined, and suddenly his eyelids twitched, showing shock.

He was about to stand up and shout, but Lin Qiuling held him back.

"It looks ugly, is red in color, and smells pungent."

Lin Qiuling stared at Ye Fei and shouted: "What is this if it's not a street stall product?"

"You gave this to your father on his birthday, because you think he has a long life?"

Lin Qiuling scolded her sternly: "Your brother-in-law is right, no matter how bad the fake painting is, it is still better than your vicious heart."

She protected Han Jianfeng.

The firepower instantly turned to Ye Fei.

Tang Ruoxue looked at Ye Fei angrily. Is this bastard going to make a big fuss and make herself even more embarrassed?

"Did you hear me?"

Han Jianfeng laughed ferociously: "You idiot, if you want me to make a fool of myself, I won't be the only one to be embarrassed in the end."

Ye Fei looked at Lin Qiuling and Tang Sanguo and asked, "Is this gift of mine really rubbish?"

"What is it if it's not trash?"

Tang Fenghua's pretty face turned cold: "In my opinion, it's worse than trash."

Ye Fei was disappointed and disappointed with the Tang family, so he stopped giving face.

He picked up the ginseng fruit and cracked it open. While chewing it, he turned on his mobile phone and cast a piece of news on the screen: "Today at noon, the annual auction of rare treasures ended successfully in the Rich Hall of China Overseas Continental Hotel.

"

"A rare leading ginseng fruit from the Kunlun Mountains sold for a sky-high price."

"Ms. Song Hongyan from Wuhu Group acquired it for three million..." On the screen, the host was impassioned, not only playing the auction scene, but also showing the ginseng fruit.

Ugly, red, shaped like a dragon head, just like what Ye Fei eats in his mouth.

Even the code on the box on the table is exactly the same as on the TV, 9981... ginseng fruit?

Kunlun Mountains?

Hard to see in a hundred years?

three million?

Everyone was completely stunned. Lin Qiuling clutched her clothes tightly.
Chapter completed!