1050 Do You Want To Hear the Truth Or a Lie?
Chen Qiushan hurriedly pulled Pang Daqian back. “Old Pang, what are you doing? Sit down.”
But Ye Feng did not notice it. He was completely focused on the food. He did not even lift his eyelids.
He heaved a sigh of relief.
Pang Daqian was eventually pushed back to his seat, but his face was still cold. He did not speak or move his chopsticks.
Chen Qiushan coughed awkwardly and poured everyone a glass of wine. He then took the initiative to pick it up. “Brother Ye just came back from Gambling City today. This meal will be your welcome.”
Ye Feng put down his chopsticks and clinked his wine glass with his, then he raised his head and drank all the wine in his glass. “Thank you for your hospitality, Brother Chen.”
After saying that, he lowered his head and continued eating, not even looking at Pang Daqian.
Pang Daqian was getting more and more annoyed by this young man. He couldn’t see any good points in him, but he had already exposed a lot of his shortcomings.
Previously, Chen Qiushan had praised him like a flower in front of him. He did not expect him to be this kind of person.
Chen Qiushan didn’t mind. After drinking, he put down the empty cup and said to Pang Daqian, “Old Pang, quickly take out your treasure. Let Brother Ye help you.”
Pang Daqian immediately sneered. “I don’t think there’s a need for that, right? So many experts have verified that it is Zheng Banqiao’s authentic work. What other problems can there be?”
“Besides, even if there’s a problem, some people might not be able to see it, right?”
Chen Qiushan heard his sarcastic tone and was immediately displeased. “Old Pang, Brother Ye is an honored guest I invited. Even if you’re giving me face, shouldn’t you be a little more polite?”
Pang Daqian was stunned.
He and Chen Qiushan had known each other for many years, and their relationship had always been very harmonious.
And today, Chen Qiushan was actually speaking coldly to him because of a brat who had no upbringing?
This made his heart thump. “Old Chen, I… I didn’t mean it that way…”
Chen Qiushan raised his hand to interrupt him. “Since you want to entrust our Sotheby’s to help you auction this painting, then you must get Brother Ye’s appraisal.”
“Without his appraisal, Sotheby’s won’t dare to take this risk.”
His words were even more exaggerated. He directly raised Ye Feng’s importance to a level that could not be ignored.
Pang Daqian was displeased, but he did have a favor to ask of someone, so he reluctantly took out a wooden box that he had brought with him.
“Wow, this box is really nice,” Chen Xuan immediately praised.
She could tell that this Mr. Pang did not like Ye Feng, so she wanted to ease the relationship between the two of them.
However, Pang Daqian did not appreciate her kindness. He replied coldly, “What’s the use of the box being pretty? What’s important is what’s inside.”
Chen Xuan immediately shut her mouth.
But Ye Feng’s eating movement paused, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Was it someone else’s place to berate his woman?
When Pang Daqian said those words, Chen Qiushan knew that he was in trouble. He looked at Ye Feng apologetically. “Old Pang has a straightforward temper. Brother Ye, please don’t lower yourself to his level.”
Ye Feng looked at him and did not say anything. He continued eating.
Chen Qiushan heaved a sigh of relief. Luckily Ye Feng did not lose his temper immediately.
With this Brother Ye’s current status, if he were to flip out at someone, then that person would most likely not be able to survive in Yang Cheng.
It was also his fault for not telling Pang Daqian about his identity. Otherwise, he would have restrained himself.
Pang Daqian did not realize that in just a short moment, he had already made a turn around the gates of hell.
He opened the wooden box and carefully took out a scroll. Looking at his cautious appearance, he looked like a eunuch holding an imperial edict.
“Brother Ye, this painting is Zheng Banqiao’s Bamboo Stone Painting that Old Pang bought for more than 5 million years ago. During this period of time, because he is in a hurry for money, he wants to auction it off at our auction house…”
As Chen Qiushan explained, he and Pang Daqian opened the Bamboo Stone Painting. Both of them were very careful, afraid that they would cause any damage to this priceless treasure.
This painting was about a foot wide and a meter long. There were mountain rocks and bamboos on it. Although there were only a few strokes, the strokes were old and artistic.
On the upper left of the painting was a poem:
One section after another, thousands of branches gather thousands of leaves.
I will not bloom, lest I stir up bees and butterflies.
There was also an inscription at the back of the poem: Banqiao Zheng Xie, and below it was the author’s seal.
In addition, there were many seals in every corner of the painting, all of which were the seals of collectors. This also indirectly proved the credibility of this painting.
Zheng Xie, also known as Kerou, Li’an, also known as Banqiao, was a famous master of painting and calligraphy in the Qing Dynasty.
In recent years, the auction prices of Zheng Banqiao’s calligraphy and paintings had repeatedly reached new heights. The highest one had already reached more than 40 million.
“Can you help me look at it? How much should this painting be valued at?” Chen Qiushan asked carefully. He didn’t ask if it was real or fake, but asked how much it was worth. He was obviously very confident in this painting.
Ye Feng did not answer immediately. He continued to eat with his head lowered.
Chen Qiushan was not in a hurry. He just stood there and waited.
The private room fell silent.
Pang Daqian was even more displeased when he saw that he was still putting on airs.
Just when he could not help but want to fly into a rage, Ye Feng raised his head and glanced at him, before lowering his head to eat. “Do you want to hear the truth or lies?”
Chen Qiushan hurriedly nodded. “Of course it’s the truth.”
Ye Feng chewed as he casually replied: “It’s fake.”
The private room fell silent again.
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