The bidding was very lively, and every time a sign was raised, the price of the painting went up a lot.
Xu Ruiguang really wanted to take a picture, but when he heard Chen Feng's words, his heart sank.
Although he knew that Chen Feng was very powerful in martial arts, this was an antique and he must not understand it.
Even if he talks nonsense, he will feel uncomfortable after bidding.
As long as he sees this painting by Master Monet, he will think of Chen Feng saying that this painting is fake.
"Shut up, I know I can't beat you, but this is an antique and this is a painting. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."
"I really don't understand why you, a commoner, are doing this kind of fun. It's really unlucky."
Xu Ruiguang cursed, if he couldn't beat Chen Feng, he would have punched him long ago.
"Young man, in some situations, some words are inappropriate to say. As a layman, you should not join in the fun."
Guo Weifang said in a deep voice.
He looked at Chen Feng with disdain in his eyes. Chen Feng looked only about 20 years old, he was so young.
Even if you have been exposed to it since your mother's womb, you have only learned it for twenty years. Many masters dare not say that they can determine the truth and falsehood of their words.
"I'm just kindly reminding you that this painting is fake."
Chen Feng said again.
"What lies? These are the words of Master Monet. If you don't bid, you will be out. Don't bid with me."
"That's right, everyone, just give me some face and give it to me. I'll treat you all to a meal later."
A middle-aged man crossed his fists.
"Fuck you, how much money is your meal worth? I won't let you get this painting, three million."
A man said loudly.
"I'll pay four million."
Another anxious voice sounded.
The atmosphere was extremely anxious and lively, and even an outsider would be stirred up.
Chen Feng noticed something unusual. Although these people were all competing, their eyes were all looking towards Xu Ruiguang.
interesting.
Chen Feng secretly thought that with Xu Ruiguang's experience, he might not be able to tell the clues. He was a little confused as to whether he should remind him.
After all, he was a relative of his apprentice. Chen Feng rubbed his eyebrows and finally said: "Be careful of fraud."
"With a villain's heart, if you can't afford the money, you will say it's a scam."
Xu Ruiguang was furious. First he said the painting was fake, and now he said it was fake.
"Young people, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. I, Guo Weifang, have been an appraiser for many years and I will never make a mistake. This painting is authentic."
Guo Weifang said firmly.
The quarrels between Chen Feng and others also reached the ears of several people.
"Boy, are you saying that our vision is not good enough?"
"Huh, let me tell you, I am Feiyun Yue's appraiser. I never have the chance to make mistakes. This painting is real."
A middle-aged man suddenly became gloomy and looked at Chen Feng as if he wanted to eat someone.
"What, they are from Feiyun Pavilion."
Xu Ruiguang's heart felt certain at first, and then sank again.
Feiyun Pavilion is famous for not missing anything. As long as you go to a place, as long as it is a treasure, there is no chance for others to take action.
What made Xu Ruiguang a little unhappy was that he was actually attracted by people from Feiyunge.
So, he had to bleed profusely to take down this painting by Monet.
"If you don't give me an explanation, you will be my enemy in Feiyunge from now on."
Zhang Guoxiang said coldly.
Chen Feng glanced at this person and didn't look down on him.
"Be careful of being sold and counting the money for me."
Chen Feng shook his head and finally reminded Xu Ruiguang,
If this guy insists on dying, it's not his fault.
"Is there anything with a higher price?"
the auctioneer shouted immediately.
"Five million, the first time for Feiyun Pavilion."
"Five million, Feiyun Pavilion's second time."
Zhang Guoxiang looked at Xu Ruiguang and saw that he was motionless, and his heart sank.
"I'll pay six million."
Xu Ruiguang couldn't bear it anymore and immediately shouted the price.
As long as it can be photographed, even if it is 100 million, you can make a profit. After all, this painting is conservatively estimated to be 100 million US dollars.
"Little brother, just give this painting to me, Feiyunge, and I will help you appraise it for free next time."
Zhang Guoxiang clasped his fists and looked sincerely.
Xu Ruiguang shook his head, becoming more and more certain that the painting was real, otherwise how could Feiyunge, who had always been proud, bow his head.
"Sorry, I am determined to get this painting."
"Ten million."
Xu Ruiguang directly revealed his trump card.
He wanted to capture the painting in one fell swoop, but something would happen later. If anyone else saw it, it would be troublesome. Xu Ruiguang was extremely anxious.
"As cruel as you are, I, Feiyun Pavilion, will never let you go."
Zhang Guoxiang's face was gloomy and his eyes were cold.
Xu Ruiguang ignored Feiyunge's threat, his face showed a look of ecstasy, as if he had won a grand prize.
"I grabbed it, a painting by Master Monet."
Xu Ruiguang felt that his heart was beating half a beat faster.
Listening to Xu Ruiguang's voice of surprise behind him, Chen Feng felt a little sympathetic.
This guy didn't even know he was being sold.
This group of people are obviously stooges, and their purpose is very clear, which is to deceive these young masters who know nothing.
However, this painting is almost fake and real. If Chen Feng hadn't been a master of cultivation, he would probably be eye-catching.
Just a few words can make you tens of millions, which is very profitable.
Chen Feng felt helpless. If he wanted to have a stable income now, he could only rely on his own medical skills.
After thinking about it, opening a medical clinic to save people will not only benefit the people, but also make them feel peaceful and practice faster, killing two birds with one stone.
However, he did not have a medical qualification certificate, which gave him a headache.
"Chen Feng."
At this moment, an old and tired voice sounded.
"Mr. Zhao."
A smile appeared on Chen Feng's face, and he recognized this old man from the bottom of his heart.
Zhao Nanshan did not deceive him because of his youth, but tried his best to help him gain benefits.
Chen Feng naturally has a good impression of such a person.
"Why did you and Jiiling cause such a big trouble? I'm almost exhausted, old man. After the game ends in the afternoon, another person from Kyoto comes, and it's another big trouble."
Zhao Nanshan smiled helplessly, but with Chen Feng's current status, he was not afraid of these troubles.
"I was blocking the gun for you from the front, why are you here having so much fun?"
Zhao Nanshan laughed and cursed.
Chen Feng laughed and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zhao. You should have come here earlier, but you missed a good show."
Afterwards, Chen Feng recounted what had just happened.
"Feiyun Pavilion?"
Zhao Nanshan frowned immediately when he heard the name.
"Who the hell are you talking about?"
At this moment, an angry voice sounded.
But it was Xu Ruiguang who had already received the painting. His originally happy mood suddenly turned very bad.
In Chen Feng's description, he became a complete idiot.
Moreover, he is still a fool who rushes to give people money.
"Sorry, I didn't mean you."
After Chen Feng finished speaking, he couldn't help but reveal a smile on his face.
"Hmph, are you being sour? A commoner like you can't understand what it feels like to grab a painting worth hundreds of millions."
Xu Ruiguang sneered.
"Hundreds of millions?
I think it’s only worth 10,000 if you hold on until you die.”
Chen Feng thought for a moment and said.
"Okay, let's make a bet. If my painting is real, you will stay away from the Xu family and sever the master-disciple relationship with my sister."
"What if it's fake?"
"If it's false, I'll kneel down, nod, and call you grandpa."