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Chapter 15 Gifts

"Thank you." Chen Yu nodded.

"The dishes will be here soon. I won't disturb Mr. Chen. If you need anything, please call me at any time." Manager Zhang bowed respectfully and left.

After Manager Zhang walked out, everyone in the Ye family looked a little ugly.

Especially Fang Chen, he seemed to have been slapped in the face. Everyone didn't know what was going on. He was crazy. The manager here was crazy, and the world was also crazy.

The consumption of more than 50,000 yuan is free of charge, and the manager here also uses the highest standards to serve a social scum. He turns a blind eye to a bunch of people here. Is he blind?

The food came quickly, but except for Chen Yu and his wife, everyone ate it without knowing how to taste it. They felt aggrieved that such a high-end hotel turned a blind eye to them and praised a waste like Chen Yu so highly.

It makes them feel very uncomfortable.

"Dad, today is your birthday, and I have prepared a gift for you. This is the pen holder in the study that Xiaolu and I specially prepared for you. The pen holder is carved from pineapple wood, and the ornaments on it are made from polished Burmese jade. I wish you the best.

You are in good health and improving step by step."

After eating a few mouthfuls of food, Ye Chenguang took out the gift he had prepared. This gift was a study decoration. It was extremely exquisite, especially the jade on it was polished like a flat mirror.

"Okay, it's rare that you have such a heart." Although the things were not worth much, Ye Taihe liked them very much as a gift from his son.

"Dad, my Fang Chen has also prepared a gift for you. I guarantee you will like it too." Of course, Ye Qian was not to be outdone.

"Uncle, you like calligraphy, so I specially prepared a gift for you today, I guarantee you will like it." Fang Chen put down his chopsticks and presented a thirty centimeter long gift box.

"What is this?" Ye Taihe was a little confused.

"The things Xiaochen sent must be good things. Open it and take a look. It will open my eyes too." Ye Li stretched her neck and said.

"Yes, yes, the things my cousin-in-law sent must be priceless." Liu Juan also made a fuss.

"Let me take a look." Ye Taihe opened the beautifully wrapped gift box and saw a brown brush appearing in his hand.

"This, this is..." Ye Taihe's eyes lit up. He liked calligraphy. The pen in his hand had a sense of age and seemed to be an antique. He kept touching the pen in his hand and was a little unsure for a while.

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"It turns out to be a pen." Everyone who stretched their necks was a little disappointed. Fang Chen was worth tens of millions, so it would be too shabby to give his father-in-law a pen on his birthday.

"Cousin-in-law, did you just give me a pen?" Liu Juan said thoughtfully: "This is not your style."

"Haha, this is not an ordinary pen. This pen is a Ming Dynasty Wanli bamboo-carved flower-and-bird pattern brush. It has a history of more than 600 years. It was used by Zhu Yunming, a calligrapher in the Ming Dynasty. I have spent a lot of effort to preserve it to this day.

I just took this photo." Fang Chen laughed.

"Ah, things from the Ming Dynasty must be very expensive." Zhou Lu said in surprise.

"Of course, Fang Chen was bought for 600,000 yuan. How could my Fang Chen be so shabby?" Ye Qian said proudly.

"Six hundred thousand." Ye Taihe's heart trembled, and he became careful with his movements.

"My God, six hundred thousand, Qianqian, your family Fang Chen is so generous."

"Haha, the Ye family has really found a good son-in-law. He is handsome, wealthy and generous."

"Hmph, it's not like some people come here empty-handed. I'm so sorry." Ye Li said without forgetting to glance at Chen Yu. It was already clear who she was targeting.

Ye Xinyu lowered his head, not knowing what to do. Chen Yu had prepared a gift, but no matter how good he prepared it, it couldn't compare to Fang Chen's 600,000 yuan writing brush. He was also his son-in-law, and the gap was really too big.

"Chen Yu, you didn't come empty-handed today, did you?" Ye Qian asked proudly.

"We are not empty-handed." Ye Xinyu said quickly.

"You're not empty-handed, but you should bring out the gifts. Geez, you didn't just buy something at a street stall and use it as a gift, right?"

Ye Qian sneered: "But that's right, Chen Yu can only play cards and drink. He doesn't even have a serious job. He has to rely on you, the second sister, to support him. How can he have money to buy such a good gift?"

"Chen Yu, don't show your gift to make yourself look embarrassed. Look at Fang Chen. He paid for it for 600,000 yuan. What about you? Why do you have the shame to stay here?" Ye Chenguang sneered.

"Your sum of 600,000?" Chen Yu smiled.

"Yes, it's 600,000 yuan. I bought it from the auction house. It's worth every penny." Fang Chen said proudly.

"Hu brushes have become the mainstream in the Ming Dynasty, and there have been new developments in the materials and workmanship of brush strokes and pen holders," said Chen Yu.

"What do you mean?" Fang Chen was stunned.

"Listen to me." Chen Yu waved his hand and continued: "In addition to using traditional sheep hair, wolf hair, and purple hair, we also use mink hair, chicken hair, tiger hair, orangutan hair, fetal hair, etc. to make pens."

"The penholder is made of both simple bamboo and precious sandalwood, rosewood, gold, silver, jade, porcelain, ivory, tortoiseshell and other precious materials. The ancients followed the "Three Righteousnesses" and "Four Virtues", and the "Three Righteousnesses"

"Refers to essence, purity, and beauty. The "four virtues" are sharp, round, neat, and healthy."

"What on earth do you want to say?" Fang Chen said angrily.

"What I want to say is that although your brush looks similar in appearance, it has too much of an industrial atmosphere. No matter how good the imitation of an assembly line thing is, it still lacks the shape, spirit and essence. This kind of brush costs ten yuan a piece.

You spent 600,000 yuan to buy it, haha..."

"What did you say? You mean I bought a fake?" Fang Chen's face changed.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Chen Yu, you can't come up with a good gift yourself, so you still say that other people's things are fake?" Ye Qian was angry: "If you have the ability, please provide evidence."

"Evidence? Look at the pen barrel. Read it out loud." Chen Yu sneered.

"Pen holder? Are there words on the pen holder?" Ye Taihe took the pen holder and looked at it. His expression changed slightly. There were indeed words on it, and it was "Made by Shaochen Factory Six."

"Dad, are there any words? Is Chen Yu talking nonsense?" Ye Qian asked.

"There are no words, he is just talking nonsense." Ye Taihe snorted coldly and put away his brush: "I like this one very much, Xiaochen, you are serious."

As Chen Yu said, the pen was fake, but he couldn't embarrass Fang Chen in public.

"Uncle, I should respect you." Fang Chen breathed a sigh of relief. If it was true, it would be embarrassing.

"Chen Yu, if you can't get a gift, don't fart. If you talk nonsense again, I'll kick you out." Ye Qian also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not a lie. Chen Yu just said it so eloquently that he almost threw her

Also fooled.

"Husband, please stop talking." Ye Xinyu pulled Chen Yu.

"It's up to you." Chen Yu smiled slightly and stopped talking.

"Chen Yu, what gift have you prepared? Show it to everyone." Zhou Lu sneered: "It's fake to laugh at others, but show it to yourself."

"Haha, is he ready? What else would such a person do besides gambling?"

"I'm so sorry, my father-in-law didn't even prepare a gift for his birthday." The relatives of the Ye family mocked again.

"Dad, I bought this tiger charm specially for you. It is from the Spring and Autumn Period and is quite collectible." Chen Yu opened the gift box and handed it over.

The tiger charm that Chen Yu bought was a little oxidized due to its age, and the green color looked a bit worn. When the relatives of the Ye family saw this thing, they burst into laughter.


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