Chen Ping frowned and glanced at Gao Yang.

The latter glared at him directly and sneered: "It's late for you to send a painting, didn't you take Uncle Jiang in your eyes at all?"

Syllable!

Jiang Guomin came over angrily at this moment, and slapped Chen Ping in the face.

He said angrily: "How can I have such a waste son-in-law as you, I really lost my face to you!"

This sudden slap made everyone in the exhibition hall chuckle in their hearts.

However, their faces were not sympathetic, but mocking.

Gao Yang couldn't be too happy when he saw Jiang Guomin beating Chen Ping in front of so many people.

Well played!

This waste. It deserves to be beaten.

Chen Ping's eyes were full of coldness, but he quickly suppressed it, and said with a sullen head: "I'm sorry Dad, there is something delayed on the road." "

Hum!

Jiang Guomin snorted coldly, took the painting, eased his mood, turned around and walked away with a smile, and said: "Come on, come on, Tang Bohu's true handiwork, "Spring Mountain Companion Picture". "

This side of Gaoyang. Standing arrogantly in front of the embarrassed Chen Ping, he pulled the collar of his suit, and said very proudly: "Chen Ping, you can really bear it, I really don't know how you married Jiang Wan with such a trash." "

Provocation, taunting.

Chen Ping smiled coldly and said, "This has nothing to do with you." "

Gao Yang snorted coldly and said, "Still not convinced, you don't look at what you are, Uncle Jiang doesn't look down on you at all, as long as I work harder." Soon, you will be kicked out of the door by the Jiang family. By then, you'll be a lost dog, and I'd love to see how you waged your tail and begged for mercy!"

Gao Yang laughed a few times, and finally glanced at Chen Ping mockingly. turned around and shouted for Jiang Guomin.

Here, Zheng Tai came over early in the morning.

The previous scene, he saw it in his eyes, and he was very annoyed in his heart.

"Mr. Chen, do you want me to teach that kid a lesson for you?" Zheng Tai walked over and asked in a low voice.

Chen Ping shook his head, frowned and said coldly: "No, this is my own business, do your part." "

Zheng Tai panicked and nodded hurriedly.

If this were to be seen by others, it would be shocking.

Zheng Tai, the underground emperor of Shangjiang City, actually treated an ordinary young man so respectfully.

And, looking at it like that, I'm still scared.

Disastrous!

Chen Ping took a deep breath and stood in the corner of the exhibition hall, doing nothing.

Over there, there was a crowd of people, and Jiang Guomin proudly shared Tang Bohu's "Spring Mountain Companion Picture" with a group of old friends and collectors.

The overflowing joy made Chen Ping vaguely worried in his heart.

The old man won't really let himself divorce Jiang Wan.

How can this broken marriage be repaired?

"Lao Jiang, this painting is amazing, it's a real work!"

"Take it out for auction, at least five million!"

"Why, I think it's going to be 10 million!"

A group of people while admiring the paintings. While talking about it.

Ten million?

Jiang Guomin listened to it in his ears, not to mention how happy he was, he was also shocked.

A painting, 10 million.

"Xiao Gao, did you really give me this picture?" Jiang Guomin asked Gao Yang, who was standing next to him.

After all, this is 10 million, so I gave it to myself for nothing?

Gao Yang naturally understood what Jiang Guomin meant, and said generously: "Uncle Jiang, of course this painting will be given to you." I don't know how to collect those things, this painting should be in the hands of collectors like yours. Only then does it have the value of existence!"

I have to say that Gao Yang is quite good at sycophancy.

Jiang Guomin was very happy now, patted Gao Yang's shoulder, and said with a smile on his face: "Come to my house for dinner another day, and I'll ask Aunt Yang to cook a few specialty dishes for you." "

Jiang Guomin couldn't see Gao Yang's thoughts, and he was interested in his daughter.

But he is also a person who wants to save face, Jiang Wan is already married to Chen Ping, is it possible that he really broke up the two of them and let his daughter marry Gao Yang?

That's the second marriage, and I can't hang up my old face.

Perhaps, you can go back and ask your daughter's opinion.

At this point, Jiang Guomin glanced at Chen Ping, who was standing stupidly in the corner, and was very unhappy in his heart, snorted coldly, and muttered: "What a worthless thing!"

Chen Ping also noticed the old man's gaze looking at him, and grinned, but changed his eyes back.

Yes, the old man looks down on himself.

At this time, outside the Guohua exhibition hall, a luxury Bentley car stopped at the door.

Moment. A few female receptionists greeted him.

Feng Ruixiang came to the Guohua exhibition hall today, and I heard that there will be a treasure of the Ming Dynasty on display here today, or the real work of Tang Bohu!

He was curious.

I was originally a well-known collector in China, and when I heard that there were good things to exhibit, I naturally wanted to come and see for myself.

Entered the exhibition hall. Feng Ruixiang's identity caused quite a stir in an instant.

"Damn! Isn't that Feng Ruixiang and Feng Dong of Guohua Trade!"

"The master of the collecting world, he's actually here!"

"It's amazing, Jiang Guomin's painting, even this big Buddha was shocked. "

There are many people with heads and faces in Shangjiang City. After seeing Feng Ruixiang at this moment, they all greeted respectfully and stammered.

is not only his reputation as a famous collector, but he is also an old Dong who is worth more than 3 billion!

Of course, any masters in the collecting world are boasted by locals, and they are just famous.

But in this locality, it is a master-level figure, and there is no need to negotiate.

At this time, Jiang Guomin came out of the innermost exhibition hall with a smile on his face, followed by seven or eight people, all of whom were his friends.

"Oh, Master Feng came to the exhibition in person, and he missed the distance, and he still looked at Haihan. "

Jiang Guomin was extremely excited at this moment. Feng Ruixiang, the master of the collecting world, came in person, and his fame will increase a lot all of a sudden.

"Mr. Jiang, you are polite, I am also here to visit, what a disturbance. "

Feng Ruixiang politely shook hands with Jiang Guomin with a smile on his face.

"It is an honor for me Jiang to be able to come. I'll show you around, these are all things I usually play with, and they can't be compared to Master Feng's collection. "

Jiang Guomin met Feng Ruixiang at this time, that is, a novice in the collecting world saw his teacher, very humble.

When Gao Yang saw Feng Ruixiang, he naturally would not let go of the opportunity to stutter.

stepped forward, shook hands with him very warmly, and said, "Feng Dong, hello, I am the general manager of Dream Media, Gao Yang, it's a pleasure to meet you." "

Feng Ruixiang shook his hand very politely, and just as he was about to speak, Gao Yang continued: "Feng Dong." I'm here to do today, so why don't I show you for yourself?"

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Guomin, who was standing behind Gao Yang, turned pale.

Don't you see yourself standing here, kid?

Need him to take it with him?

However, Gao Yang completely left Jiang Guomin behind at the moment, and took the initiative to introduce Feng Ruixiang very attentively.

Although Jiang Guomin was slightly dissatisfied in his heart, he still followed and added a few words from time to time.

The people behind him also nodded frequently, holding Feng Ruixiang in their hands.

Many people muttered on the sidelines:

"Now Jiang people are going to be famous in the circle. Feng Ruixiang is here. "

"No, as long as Master Feng has a crush on something, it starts from hundreds of millions. "

"No way, although people have a waste son-in-law, they have a rich future son-in-law. "

A group of people whispered. The expression was envious and jealous.

Feng Ruixiang actually looks down on the collections on display in these outer halls, in other words, they are all garbage.

After barely looking around, Feng Ruixiang followed Gao Yang to the innermost and most luxurious exhibition hall.

In the middle of the glass case hung a painting, and in front of it stood a young man.

Feng Ruixiang looked over at a glance and saw the familiar figure, and he was excited!

Mr. Chen is actually there!

Gao Yang saw Chen Ping standing in front of the painting at this moment, and when he was angry, he walked over with a calm face, pushed Chen Ping away, and reprimanded: "Go up, don't you see Feng Dong coming, still standing here stupidly." Besides, can you read it?"

This Chen Ping is really a dick.

Don't know how to pretend to understand?

Jiang Guomin was also very dissatisfied. Everyone came out to greet Feng Ruixiang, he was good, the old god was here to look at the paintings.

What a waste that no eyes can see!

Chen Ping glanced at Gao Yang unhappily, didn't say anything, and stood aside silently.

Feng Ruixiang saw Gao Yang treating Mr. Chen so rudely and unreasonably at this moment. Naturally, he was angry, and just as he wanted to step forward to reprimand, he saw Chen Ping frowning at him.

Immediately, Feng Ruixiang stopped and understood the other party's meaning in seconds.

Qiao Dong explained that Mr. Chen does not like to be high-profile.

However, no matter what, I have to find a way to kill that Gao Yang's sharp energy!

To humiliate Mr. Chen is to humiliate yourself.

"Master Feng, please see, this is the final finale exhibit of this exhibition, Tang Bohu's authentic handiwork, "Spring Mountain Companion Picture". Jiang Guomin stood up at this moment and excitedly introduced his proud collection.

So excited!

If Master Feng can come over and palm his eyes in person, my Jiang people's reputation in the collection world will rise greatly in the future!

However.

As soon as the words fell, Feng Ruixiang's expression became strange.

Is there any mistake?

"Spring Mountain Companion Picture" ......

Staring over and seeing the painting in the window of the exhibition hall, Feng Ruixiang felt familiar.

Isn't this the painting that I have treasured for many years and gave to Mr. Chen!

Wait a minute!

No, this painting looks a little strange.