Shenhaozhi counterattacked from picking up the treasure box

When Ye Feng took out the bronze tripod covered with patina, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The whole place was quiet.

Then a burst of uproar broke out.

"I'll wipe it! What is this? It's so tattered. Did it come from some earth temple?"

"Tui Temple? You are so funny. I think you got it from a scrapyard, right?"

"I'm a professional, unless I can't help it, hahaha... It's a shame he can think of using this thing as a birthday gift!"

Everyone couldn't help but laugh at him, especially the young man with oily hair and pink face.

"Are you here to make fun of me? Who is Mr. Long? You actually use this kind of rubbish to celebrate your birthday?"

Ye Feng looked unconcerned. He didn't understand the origin of this bronze tripod, but since it was rewarded by the system, it shouldn't be too bad.

Mr. Long still had a kind smile on his face.

With his status, what kind of rare antiques can he not get? In his eyes, those given as gifts are just ordinary items.

What he wants is not expensive gifts, but sincerity. Even if Ye Feng gives him the most ordinary toy, Mr. Long will not be angry.

"Xiao Feng is very interested, I will accept this gift."

After saying that, everyone present closed their mouths with expressions of disbelief.

Mr. Long actually accepted this rubbish gift? And he seemed to like it very much.

Could this be the legendary Aiwujiwu? What is the origin of this young man?

Many people have shut their mouths, but only one person is still chattering, that is, the young man with oily hair and pink face.

"Grandpa Long, you must not ask for this piece of garbage. Who are you? This thing is not suitable at all. Displaying it in your splendid residence is simply a stain and brings dust to you. If others see such a thing in your house,

A piece of garbage, I thought your taste had deteriorated!"

Ye Feng turned his head to look at the young man with oily hair and pink face, and asked calmly: "What I gave you is rubbish? What kind of high-end gift did you give me?"

The young man with oily hair and pink face snorted coldly, took out a long tube, and pulled out a scroll from it.

"Of course what I gave you was an orphan!"

After speaking, he opened the scroll, and a landscape painting appeared in front of everyone.

The painting shows green mountains in spring, splashing springs in the valley, and two scribes sitting cross-legged on a stone near the stream.

The sound of air-conditioning was instantly heard in the hall.

"This is……"

Several men who knew famous paintings came forward, adjusted their glasses frames, and exclaimed: "Could this be Tang Yin's "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost"?"

The young man with oily hair and pink face smiled proudly: "Exactly!"

After receiving the confirmation, those arty men became even more crazy. They all came closer to watch carefully, eager to paste the link on it.

"What a big deal! What a big deal!"

"This painting is worth at least 100 million! It's really a generous gift to use it as a birthday gift!"

"One hundred million? I'll give you one hundred million, and you buy it for me? This is a solitary item. It has a price but no market!"

"That's right, you can use it as a family heirloom!"

Everyone praised and admired him one after another. The young man with oily hair and pink face was very proud and even cast a provocative look at Ye Feng.

"Grandpa Long, this painting is not only a congratulatory gift, but also a meeting gift for proposing marriage."

"Propose marriage?"

Everyone was startled, Long Xiaozhu was the only single person in the Long family, could it be possible...

While everyone was guessing, the young man with oily hair and pink face knelt down on one knee towards Long Xiaozhu.

"Longlong, marry me!"

"Wow!"

The scene was in an uproar.

Just now Mr. Long said that Long Xiaozhu and that young man were engaged, and now the fat-haired and pink-faced young man has come to propose marriage. The Long family is very lively today!

Everyone folded their arms and watched the excitement, intending to see how Ye Feng would react.

Proposing to your engaged fiancée in front of you is a slap in the face!

Long Xiaozhu's pretty face turned cold instantly. He glanced at Ye Feng. This guy was actually indifferent, staying out of the matter as if it had nothing to do with him.

"This loser! He has no backbone at all! How can he be my nominal husband and protect me?"

Long Xiaozhu's heart suddenly became furious. Ye Feng did not react, but she could not just sit idly by and ignore it. After all, her reputation was at stake.

He was about to have a fit and scold the young man with oily hair and pink face, but Mr. Long stopped him with his eyes.

What that means is, don’t worry, let’s see what Xiaofeng will do?

Everyone is also waiting and watching to see how this young man whom Mr. Long values ​​​​will handle this matter.

Is it a violent solution? Or is it to reveal his hidden identity to scare the other party?

Ye Feng smiled, crossed his arms and said, "Is it like asking for a marriage with a fake painting?"

"Fake painting?"

Everyone was stunned, how could this painting be fake?

"You're talking nonsense!"

The oily-headed and pink-faced young man was furious: "You are a country boy with muddy legs and don't know how to be arty, so don't talk nonsense. This is a treasure that I spent a lot of money to buy! It has been appraised by experts!"

Ye Feng shrugged: "Then I can only say that you have been taken advantage of and conspired to deceive!"

The oily-haired and pink-faced man laughed angrily: "What are you calling me? You are still young! Are you saying this painting is fake? I even said you are a murderer!"

"You don't believe what I said?" Ye Feng said.

"If what you say is to be believed, the sows will be climbing trees!"

"Okay! I will convince you today!"

After saying that, Ye Feng grabbed the "Picture of Spring Trees and Autumn Frost".

"What are you doing? Give it back to me!"

The young man with oily hair and pink face was furious. He reached out and grabbed Ye Feng's shoulder, and grabbed half of the scroll with his other hand. The two started fighting.

"Tear!"

There was a sound of tearing brocade silk, and everyone immediately opened their mouths.

"The painting... was torn apart!"

When Ye Feng and the young man with oily hair and pink face were fighting for it, the two refused to give in and even split the "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Picture" into two parts.

"Asshole! You actually destroyed my baby!"

The oily-headed and pink-faced young man was so angry that he let out a sharp scream and rushed towards Ye Feng with his teeth and claws spread out.

"Bang!"

Ye Feng easily grabbed his collar and pressed him heavily on the table. With his other hand, he scratched half of the scroll and twisted up a piece of paper inside.

"Oh! This Tang Yin is still a time traveler. Look, there are Arabic numerals on the rice paper. The writing is not bad, it's actually printed!"

After hearing Ye Feng's words, everyone gathered together to watch.

Then he saw that the piece of paper in Ye Feng's hand turned out to be a series of light blue numbers.

"Quality inspector 0028, qualified..."

A middle-aged man read silently.

"Little brother, you seem to have been deceived!"

When the young man with oily hair and pink face heard these words, his body froze, and then he broke free from Ye Feng's hands and snatched the piece of paper.

It's a printed font. Tang Yin is definitely not a time traveler, so this painting must be fake!

"No! This is impossible!" The oil-headed, pink-faced man let out an ear-piercing scream.

One hundred million! I was deceived like this!

"I'm going to kill you!"

His eyes instantly became bloodshot and he rushed out of the villa like crazy.

Ye Feng shook his head. It's true that rich people are arty, but don't force yourself in areas you don't understand.

Look, is it worth spending 100 million to buy a lesson?

Ye Feng easily resolved the embarrassment of the oil-headed and pink-faced young man's marriage proposal. Mr. Long nodded with satisfaction, but Long Xiaozhu made a sound and turned his head sideways.

Suddenly, the crowd parted, and an old man with gray hair came over.

"Young man, can you let me see the bronze tripod in your hand?"