Chen Yong handed the scroll to Pu Jie and said softly: "Boss Pu, please check it carefully. If something goes wrong, it will be $100 million."

Pu Jie nodded and didn't say anything. Now he only had this painting in his eyes, so how could he pay attention to others?

Pu Jie quickly opened the painting and first handed it to a foreigner with yellow hair and blue eyes. The foreigner took out a high-power magnifying glass, looked carefully, and gently stroked the painting with his hands wearing gloves.

Chen Yong couldn't understand the identification methods of these foreigners, and was not afraid that the foreigner would get rid of the color of the painting. Anyway, it was fake, so Chen Yong didn't feel heartbroken.

The foreigner was surrounded by several people on both sides of his body, and he stared at the painting with his eyes intently. After half an hour, the foreigner put down his magnifying glass, showed joy, stretched out a thumb, and said to Yingying: "thispaintingist theauthentic work of mastertangyin!rong."

Chen Yong understood the meaning of the foreigner and said that this painting was the authentic work of Tang Yin! This sentence made Chen Yong feel calm, and he had already obtained half of the 100 million US dollars.

This foreigner talked to several other foreigners in English, and they were talking about how good the painting was and how it was.

After reading it, the foreigner took it to the Japanese old man for identification. The Japanese people's identification methods were different. He first put his nose in front of the paper and smelled it. He used a magnifying glass to check it carefully inch by inch, and looked very focused and serious.

More than twenty minutes later, the old Japanese man put down his magnifying glass and said in Chinese: "Master Oubak is right. This work is indeed the work of Tang Yin, a famous painter in the Ming Dynasty. It is definitely the authentic work of the current generation. It is such a good thing!"

After saying that, he pushed the painting to others to see. It took another hour before everyone finished reading it and handed it to Pu Jie. Pu Jie asked, "What do you think of this painting? Is it the authentic product of the generation?"

Some people started to speak out, and everyone had their own opinions and different opinions, but they all believed that this was the original work of Tang Yin!

Chen Yong had long thought that this would be the result. Even the imitation that Cao Wenhua recognized by magical pen, it was impossible for others to find out the problem, and the poor Pu Jie became the sucker.

The two parties signed the contract and then transferred the money to the previous bank. With such a large amount of funds, it is safer to go to the bank to trade.

After the transaction was completed, Pu Jie was very happy and pulled Chen Yong aside and said softly: "Mr. Chen heard that you still have a lot of copybooks and famous paintings. Please keep them for me first. When I go back to my family and raise funds, I will come to you later!"

Chen Yong lit his head like a chicken pecking at rice and said with a smile: "Boss Pu, please rest assured, I will keep it for you. I can help you find whatever painting you want!"

The two sides talked for a while, and Pu Jie took his expert team away.

Chen Yong looked at the bank in his hand with a smile. There was a total of 100 million in this small card. How could he be unhappy? Pu Jie, a fake foreigner, is so easy to make money. It seems that if you have time to imitate all the famous calligraphy and paintings and sell all the imitations to foreigners, you will make a fortune and don’t have to do anything. Just one way can make a fortune that is as rich as a country!

Chen Yong was daydreaming on the second floor of the store. His cell phone rang out of time, interrupting Chen Yong's random thoughts. He picked up the phone and saw that it was called by his third uncle Chen Jianwu. Chen Yong quickly answered it. Chen Yong said, "Hello, Uncle San!"

Chen Jianwu said excitedly: "Ayong! Uncle San has good news to tell you!"

Chen Yong asked, "What good news is there for Uncle San?"

Chen Jianwu said: "The provincial approval of the establishment of an economic development zone has been made!"

Chen Yong was also a little surprised. According to the procedure, it should take at least several months. Now it has been approved in just one or two weeks?

Chen Yong hurriedly asked, "Why is Uncle Third so fast? Who is helping us?"

Chen Jianwu said: "I heard from the old leader that a big man is paying attention to this matter. He said that the investment amount of the development zone reaches 2 billion yuan and can also be upgraded to a national economic development zone. Supporting facilities can be upgraded immediately and two expressways can be built, one is from Donghe City to the provincial capital Zhujiang City, and the other is from Pengcheng Shenzhen City. Construction can start at the beginning of next year."

Chen Yong thought that these two expressways will be opened sooner or later, but the leaders above asked questions to the local government. Anyway, these funds must be invested, but it is just a matter of time.

Now that investing funds in, it is a great thing to start construction of highways three or four years ahead of schedule. Thinking of this, Chen Yong asked, "How much money is there in Uncle San?"

Chen Jianwu was silent for a while and said, "The funds on our side are 730 million yuan. Uncle Zhenbei's own funds, plus the investors he brought with him have 400 million yuan, which is still 860 million yuan, which is nearly half of them. It is too difficult!"

Chen Yong smiled and said, "I will solve the problem of Uncle San's money. I have 1 billion yuan in my hand, and I will transfer 900 million yuan to you immediately! Let the leaders upgrade as soon as possible, so that we can speed up our steps!"

Chen Jianwu thought he had heard it wrong, why didn’t he see him for a few days? Chen Yong had another 1 billion in his hand? How much does this mean? Did this money fall from the sky? Or did you produce it yourself?

Chen Jianwu asked quickly: "Where did Ayong get so much money?"

Chen Yong said: "I sold a famous painting today, and sold it for 800 million yuan. Uncle San, don't worry! My money is earned back seriously."

When Chen Jianwu heard that it was Chen Yong who earned it, he suddenly became happy and said, "It's good that A Yong earned it. Uncle San is afraid that you will go wrong."

Chen Yong asked about the situation at home again, talked to Chen Jianwu about the company, and chatted for an hour before hanging up the phone.

Chen Yong went to the bank again and transferred 900 million to the account of the investment company.

Chen Yong walked out of the bank and walked towards the store, sighing in his heart. He had made one billion just now and there was nothing left. Uncle San seemed like a god. He made 700 million yuan in last time. As soon as he got the money, Uncle San called. This time, he was also the same. Just as 800 million yuan was put into the card, Uncle San called again!

At around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Yong had just glanced on the second floor for a while, when Cao Yu came up to wake Chen Yong up, saying that several foreigners were coming to look for him. Chen Yong asked Cao Yu to bring them up.

Melibe took eight people to the second floor. Chen Yong hurriedly stood up to greet him. Melibe gave Chen Yong a hug, which made Chen Yong a little uncomfortable. There was no way. This is how the British greeted his friends.

Xu Yuhui also came over, and Melibe introduced all the other seven people to Chen Yong, and Chen Yong shook hands and said hello to them, but Xu Yuhui, Chen Yong didn't even look at him directly, let alone shake hands with him.
Chapter completed!