My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Yang Feng was brought to the main table, looking a little restrained.

After all, there were more than a dozen people at the table, and he knew Lin Xue and Lin Jinghua.

But at this time, Lin Jinghua had just finished chatting with a guest and saw that Yang Feng had arrived. He said happily: "Haha, Mr. Yang is here too, okay, okay, okay."

Lin Jinghua knew that Yang Feng had saved his life.

So he respected Yang Feng very much.

At this time, other people at the main table looked at him in surprise.

Everyone was looking at him, wanting to see who this guy was.

But no matter how they looked at him, they all thought this man was ordinary.

Fortunately, at this time, Lin Xue's father, Lin Linong, said, "I've heard all about it. Thank you for saving my father in the hospital. I didn't expect you to have such medical skills at such a young age."

Even Lin Linong, the current actual manager of the Lin family, said this.

Everyone was also talking to Yang Feng at this time.

Yang Feng looked a little embarrassed and said, "I am just lucky enough to save people, and I have no medical skills at all."

"Haha, Mr. Yang is so humble. It's all thanks to Mr. Yang that I can celebrate my seventieth birthday today. That's why I specially invited Mr. Yang to come and appreciate me."

Lin Jinghua laughed.

His body has recovered very well now.

The dinner party also became lively at this time.

According to the rules, someone will take turns toasting to Lin Jinghua at the dinner table.

In the lively scene, Huang Wenhao, who had been prepared before, picked up a wooden box and slowly walked to the side of the main table.

"Oh! He's a child from the Huang family. I remember you."

Lin Jinghua gave Huang Wenhao a lot of face on this occasion.

Huang Wenhao was ecstatic after hearing this, and said quickly: "I am really flattered that Mr. Lin can remember me as a junior. This is the gift I prepared just now. I was afraid that it would be damaged if left outside, so I brought it in specially."

"Oh? A gift that makes you so interested must be extraordinary."

Lin Jinghua was a little curious.

After hearing this, Huang Wenhao laughed and said, "I heard that Mr. Lin likes painting very much, especially Zhang Daqian's works."

"Zhang Daqian's work?!"

Lin Jinghua was even more surprised.

This is definitely something to his taste.

There were also many people present who liked Zhang Daqian.

I couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised when I heard this.

"Old Lin, I think since you are happy today, why not open the painting and let us feast our eyes on it."

Li Dexuan of the Li family spoke at this time.

Lin Jinghua laughed and said, "Okay, since you said so, please, Xiao Huang, just unfold the painting and treat me as having fun with everyone!"

"okay."

Huang Wenhao immediately waved to the waiter next to him to help open the wooden box.

There is a well-preserved painting inside.

The size of this painting is one meter long and forty centimeters wide.

After unfolding it, it turned out to be an extremely beautiful landscape after the rain.

Beautiful plum blossom decoration, freehand pavilion, and chatting figures sitting inside.

After Yang Feng took a look, his expression changed slightly.

After Huang Wenhao noticed the change in his face at this time, he felt even more proud.

But Lin Xue, who was sitting next to her, didn't know the truth and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing."

Yang Feng shook his head.

But how could he not know.

The things Huang Wenhao and he gave us were not only paintings by Zhang Daqian, but they were also the same work!

what does this mean?

It means that among the two, at least one painting is fake!

Yang Feng was really confused.

I never thought there could be such a coincidence in this world.

At this time, everyone saw such a work, and they all came over to see its true appearance, and then sighed with emotion.

Lin Jinghua is an old fan of Zhang Daqian. After seeing this painting, he sighed with emotion: "This is the splash-ink painting "Green Mountains After the Rain". I really didn't expect to see it at this time. You really took the trouble."

"As long as Mr. Lin likes it, then the junior's efforts will be worthwhile."

Huang Wenhao smiled and said: "But when I was at the gift-giving place just now, I happened to find someone who also seemed to have given Zhang Daqian's works as a gift."

"Oh? There are actually such thoughtful people among the visitors?"

"Yes, Mr. Lin, why don't you take a look too?"

Huang Wenhao asked.

When Lin Jinghua saw everyone happy, he immediately said: "Go and get that work and open it for everyone to see!"

As he spoke, a man hurriedly came over from a short distance away and handed over a wooden box.

"Which friend gave this to me?"

Lin Jinghua asked happily.

But Yang Feng did not stand up immediately.

At this time, Huang Wenhao looked directly at him with sharp eyes and said deliberately: "When I came in just now, I seemed to see that it was given by this friend, right?"

"Is it from Mr. Yang?!"

Lin Jinghua was suddenly surprised.

Any one of Zhang Daqian's paintings is worth a lot of money.

Unexpectedly, it was given by Yang Feng.

Yang Feng also nodded slightly and said: "I gave it to you, but I didn't expect that someone would see it."

"Haha, then open it and take a look. Sir, do you mind?"

"I'm fine."

Yang Feng seemed indifferent.

The people present also whetted their appetites at this time.

Even Lin Xue wanted to take a look at the quality of Zhang Daqian's work sent by Yang Feng at this time.

But as the painting slowly unfolds.

With everyone looking forward to it, the atmosphere became very lively.

But after a while, the venue gradually became quiet.

Everyone looked at each other, confusion visible on each other's faces.

"what happened?"

"Is there a mistake?"

Everyone at the dinner party was stunned.

The painting unfolded, and the content in the painting was exactly the same as what Huang Wenhao had just given!

Huang Wenhao's lips curled up with a hint of pride, but he quickly pretended to be innocent and said, "Hey, what's going on? Mr. Yang, why does the painting you gave me seem to be the same as mine?"

He seemed to be asking, but in fact everyone understood at this time.

Among these two paintings, one must be fake.

And judging from Huang Wenhao's appearance, coupled with the strength of the Huang family, it is completely impossible to send fake paintings, so there is only one truth...

Everyone looked at Yang Feng at this time.

Even Lin Jinghua took a deep breath and said, "I think this is just a little fun at a banquet. There may be some misunderstanding in it."

With that said, Lin Jinghua asked someone to put the painting away.

Huang Wenhao's goal of humiliating Yang Feng was achieved, and he couldn't help but feel proud.

But at this moment, Yang Feng, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

"Since it's been opened, why don't everyone take a good look?"

Yang Feng's indifferent words stunned everyone for a moment.

This kid is crazy.

You got a fake, and you still want them to take a closer look?