Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

The ancient painting of Mo Chengyun attracted the coveting of the XY organization before everyone could appraise it. Had it not been for Wen Muchu to take the lead in advance, I am afraid it would cause a **** storm.

Therefore, since Mo Chengyun returned home last night, he strictly hid the ancient painting.

However, he was still not reconciled, because he did not know whether the ancient painting was genuine or not.

Early in the morning, he invited Jiang Ge to send someone to protect him with full arms, and brought the ancient painting over, intending to use this bureau of the Su Lao group to borrow his Dongfeng.

He didn't expect that Old Su took out an ancient painting exactly like him.

He was instantly stunned: "This... Old Su, why would you have such a painting? Could it be that you stole me?"

Old Su was suddenly angry and stared at him.

"Stealing from you? Huh... After thinking about it, Mr. Mo, I bought it for 50 million..."

Mo Chengyun was secretly guilty, and a layer of cold sweat could not help but seep on his forehead.

"I... I also bought it for nearly 50 million. But how could there be two identical paintings in this world?"

Immediately, someone answered: "Naturally not, the paintings of the two of you must be true for one person and fake for the other person."

"Yes, yes, there must be true and false, but I just don't know whoses is true and whose is false."

Old Su coldly snorted: "It must be the real one in my hand, so does it need to be said? Old man, I have been collecting antiques for so many years, and I have developed a glaring eye. Yesterday, I went to the black market on purpose. Take a look at the painting by Mr. Mo. I know that his painting is exactly the same as mine. I went home that night and invited Mr. Qu Zhengqu to Su's house. Mr. Qu personally appraised and confirmed that my painting is Really, it can never be faked."

Mo Chengyun was startled slightly and looked at Su Lao incredulously. He was almost vomiting blood with anger.

Qu Zheng, he begged Jiang brother many times before he asked him to ask Qu Zheng to appraise the ancient paintings for him.

But I didn't want to, in the end, it was actually cheaper for Old Su?

Old Su looked at the young man with a startled look, grinned, showing his big white teeth, and said very happily.

"Haha... young man, don't be discouraged, think about it when I was young, I bought a lot of fakes and spent countless amounts of wronged money. You just use the money for buying ancient paintings this time as the right to buy. A lesson..."

Mo Chengyun was obviously not convinced. He raised his voice: "Old Su, you can't say that. Who is true and who is false, I can't listen to your side. It just so happened that I also brought that painting today, so we Put the paintings together, how do they compare?"

Old Su grinned, and answered without a trace of worry.

"Okay, if I don't compare it with you, people think I am an old man and deliberately bully you, a junior."

As soon as this proposal came out, the people watching the excitement all around instantly became emotional.

"Exciting, the two paintings are appraised together, it's simply unheard of."

"Now, we can watch it lively."

"This time is a worthwhile trip."

Everyone was discussing, all of them were excited, waiting for the opening of the gluttonous feast.

In the crowd there has always been a small woman in black sportswear and a peaked cap, quietly observing Lan Xiao.

Originally, Lan Xiao was also waiting to watch the excitement. She felt a little looming, patrolling her back and forth.

She frowned uncomfortably, turned her head and glanced around.

The faces of strangers, strangers, did not find anything unusual.

Lan Xiao turned his head and muttered secretly: "I should have been thinking too much, right?"

Then, she shook her head and continued to look forward to seeing Su Lao and Mo Chengyun's paintings together for evaluation.

Mo Chengyun had already brought out the painting he had brought.

The glass booth was wide enough, Su Lao placed his painting on the right, and Mo Chengyun placed his painting on the left.

The two paintings are placed together exactly the same, and many people look around with their heads hooked.

"Tsk tusk, it's really exactly the same. I'm so dazzled to see which one is real and which one is fake..."

"Yes, I can't tell the difference. I am still confused because I am proficient in ancient paintings."

Old Su clapped his hands to calm everyone down.

"Everyone, is there any expert present who is proficient in ancient paintings and has the ability to tell which of these two paintings is true and which is false? If anyone can identify it, I will give out 20 million. The bonus rewards him..."

Not to be outdone, Mo Chengyun quickly agreed: "I mean the same as Su Lao. As long as I can identify the true and false, whether my painting is true or false, I am willing to give out 20 million in cash as a reward."

As soon as Su Lao and Mo Chengyun's words came out, the crowd at the scene instantly boiled like a pot exploded.

Everyone volunteered, all wanting to appraise it.

Even if the appraisal fails, there is no loss. After all, in the face of the astronomical appraisal fee of 40 million yuan, no one is unmoved.

It's maddening. Just appraising a painting can get a bonus of 40 million, which is equivalent to falling pie in the sky and golden beans in the sky.

This kind of thing is extremely rare.

They all sighed with emotion, Su Lao and Young Master Mo are really wealthy.

In the eyes of others, tens of millions is nothing at all, just like pocket money for daily consumption.

Six six six.

Lan Xiao was so surprised that her eyes came out.

This is a waste of money.

Forty million is enough for her to open another jewelry store.

She would be a fool if she didn't appraise it.

Lan Xiao fists and shakes his hands, ready to move.

As a result, before she raised her foot and walked to Old Su, she suddenly rushed from behind and slammed her hard.

Lan Xiao staggered a few times and did not fall, but his arm was hit with pain, as if his bones had been crushed.

"Why...who hit me?" Lan Xiao clutched his aching shoulder, turned his head and glared.

But she didn't want to. When she turned her head, she saw a beautiful woman wearing a black sportswear and a peaked cap, standing there looking at her slightly provocatively.

"I hit..."

Lan Xiao was startled slightly, frowning and said angrily: "Are you sick. Are you still so confident when you hit someone?"

Is this person shameless?

"Are you called Lan Xiao?" The woman raised her eyebrows, looked at Lan Xiao arrogantly, and asked in a low voice.

Lan Xiao rubbed her shoulders, her face full of displeasure, this girl was not only arrogant, but also a frame that put no one in his eyes.

She couldn't swallow the breath, gritted her teeth and looked at her sternly: "Apologize..."

The woman sneered: "Apologize? There are no two words in my life dictionary."