The Peerless God of War of the Female President

When Peng Guowei heard that Yang Chen was going to win the lottery, he couldn't help but feel happy.

"What prize do you want to add? Please tell me, Mr. Yang."

"If the painting returned by my friend is real, it means that you treat the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, so I want both of you, father and son, to kneel down and kowtow to apologize to my friend."

An imperceptible smile flashed across Peng Guowei's eyes, "No problem, otherwise?"

"On the contrary, it's easy. Now some of you have seen me take the painting, and I just admitted that if the painting is fake after the appraisal, then my charge of stealing antiques will be confirmed. Two hundred million ancient paintings, Enough to get me through the prison."

"Okay! A word from a gentleman..."

"Don't spoil the word gentleman."

Yang Chen interrupted Peng Guowei with a sneer, "When the time comes, you bring the police over. The painting is fake and they will naturally not let me go. If the painting is real, if you dare to break your promise, I will beat you full of teeth. There is nothing left, you should know that if I want to hit you, you will never run away."

"Brother Yang!"

Peng Yin shouted eagerly: "It's impossible for you to do this, why do you admit it?!"

Yang Chen grinned, "I have a friend from abroad who is doing interior decoration work in China. The foreigner has never seen the world, so he wanted to borrow some antique calligraphy and paintings to open his eyes. I happened to see your grandfather's study yesterday. There are a few calligraphy and paintings in it, so I simply took them away and showed him, I forgot to tell you."

"Brother Yang—"

Peng Yin stomped her feet anxiously, but before she could say anything else, Peng Guowei said, "In this case, let's go back to the meeting first. I wonder when Mr. Peng's friend can return the painting?"

"Tomorrow at noon, remember to bring people from the media, it's better to be more authoritative."

"Okay, it will definitely be a very authoritative media."

After Peng Guowei finished speaking, he winked at Peng Shuang, and the two left the yard one after another.Seeing this, the servants also went out one after another, especially the maid who testified, fearing that Yang Chen would trouble her, she almost trotted away.

After everyone left, Su Mengqi asked suspiciously: "Husband, what is your plan? You didn't take the painting at all. What will you bring to the experts tomorrow?"

Yang Chen smiled mysteriously, "The secret must not be leaked, you just need to watch it, I promise you will see Peng Guowei and his son kneeling and apologizing to my friend under the witness of millions of people tomorrow."

……

"Dad, I always feel that Yang Chen is playing some kind of conspiracy, should we say hello to those experts?"

In Peng Guowei's villa, Peng Shuang asked Peng Guowei with a worried face.

"Ah Shuang, there is an old saying that is to respond to all changes with the same."

Peng Guowei took a sip of tea leisurely, with a very proud expression on his face, "The painting is in our hands, are you afraid that he will make some waves?"

"What if he finds someone to imitate it?"

"Impossible. Those paintings were made by a hermit named 'Mu Zhenren' in the Qing Dynasty. There are only a handful of his works handed down. Who do you think can forge such an unpopular thing?"

Peng Shuang suddenly realized, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, Jiang is still old and spicy. As long as Yang Chen can't stand up this time, his reputation will be ruined, and he will no longer be able to meddle in our Peng family's affairs!"

"Even so, don't take it lightly. This Yang Chen is very cunning. You arranged for the people in the compound to keep a close eye on him, and report his every move to me. What I'm afraid of now is not that he's playing tricks, but Afraid he would run away!"

"Don't worry, Sister Zhao from the big courtyard just called me. She said that the women Yang Chen and Peng Yin haven't been out of the courtyard since we left, and they probably hugged each other and shivered!"

The father and son looked at each other with treacherous smiles on their faces at the same time.

The next day, Peng's compound.

Under the operation of the Peng family and his son, the incident of the theft of the Peng family compound was on the hot search list of social software at noon yesterday. It has attracted the attention of people who eat melons in Jianmen City.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, two black commercial vehicles carrying five authoritative appraisal experts in the field of calligraphy and painting drove into the Peng family compound under the surveillance of many long guns and short cannons.Immediately behind is the car of Peng Guowei and his son.Just after they entered Peng's house, two police cars also parked quietly outside Peng's house.

In Peng Yin's study, Peng Guowei had just greeted the five appraisal experts for a while, when he saw Peng Yin, Yang Chen and Su Mengqi walking in together.

"Yinyin, let me introduce you, these people are..."

"I don't care who they are."

Peng Yin coldly interrupted Peng Guowei, glanced at several experts, and then winked at Yang Chen behind him.

Yang Chen casually threw the handbag in his hand on the desk, and five scrolls exuding the fragrance of ink rolled out of it.

"Several, let's get started!"

Seeing Yang Chen casually throwing five scrolls on the desk, Peng Guowei showed a smile on his face, "No rush, didn't we agree to live broadcast, I already asked Ah Shuang to meet the media at the door It’s a good time for everyone to get to know each other.”

Seeing that Yang Chen still ignored him, Peng Guowei could only point to an old man with a white beard wearing glasses and said to himself: "This is the vice president of the National Calligraphers Association, Mr. Situ Zhiyuan, Mr. Situ's Calligraphy attainments have reached the pinnacle in China, and he is a top calligraphy appraiser in China."

Situ Zhiyuan seemed quite displeased with Yang Chen's unreasonableness, he snorted from his nostrils, his face was very gloomy.

"This is Mr. Ma Yunlong, a director of the Jiangnan Painters Association, and a national first-class literary and play appraiser."

"Mr. Sun Wenshan, Mr. Jiang Sheng, and Mr. Zheng Liang, these can be said to be the top experts in domestic antique appraisal. With these few present, I believe there will be no difference."

Yang Chen watched Peng Guowei introduce the five experts one by one, and said with a smile: "Several experts, I want to ask, how much is your appearance fee?"

Situ Zhiyuan couldn't help but snorted heavily at this time, "Young people nowadays are too materialistic. We are not here for money, but for these works of 'Men Zhenren'!"

Yang Chen raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, "Oh? Do you guys have a lot of research on Master Mu?"

Situ Zhiyuan glanced at Yang Chen, and said to a gentle middle-aged man wearing glasses beside him, "Yunlong, please educate them, I'm really not in the mood to talk to laymen."

Ma Yunlong smiled, adjusted his glasses and talked eloquently: "Master Mu, his real name is unknown, his date of birth and death is unknown, I only know that he is a close friend of the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River in the Qing Dynasty, and Ding Gao, a master of calligraphy and painting, once did it A poem to praise him 'Ink and wash is comparable to Tang Bohu, Danqing does not let Zhu Zhishan', it can be seen that his skill is profound."

"It's just that this wooden real person rarely appears in historical records, so few of our descendants know about it. So far, only six works of him are known to be handed down to the world. His masterpiece "Lady Rubbing Shampoo" was exhibited in Sotheby's in 2017. The auction house fetched a sky-high price of 7000 million yuan, and the remaining five works were all collected by Mr. Peng, the room for appreciation is immeasurable!"

Ma Yunlong smiled and glanced at Yang Chen, "We heard that these works may be stolen, so we don't need a penny for reward. Come over and have a look, it's considered to be doing our best to Mr. Peng!"

At this moment, Peng Shuang walked into the study with a dozen or so handheld cameras. After choosing a location, the live broadcast started.

"Everyone, I'm currently in Ms. Peng Yin's study in the Su Garden..."

"The rumored incident of the theft of ancient paintings will reveal the truth under our own witnesses, everyone give us gifts!"

"..."

"Everyone, please be quiet first!" After Peng Guowei said loudly, the scene gradually became quiet, and all the live broadcast equipment was aimed at him.

Peng Guowei smiled and looked at Yang Chen, "Mr. Yang, can I announce our bet?"

A trace of panic flashed in Yang Chen's eyes, he hesitated and said: "I think it's better to forget it, after all, you are Yinyin's uncle, and I don't want you to make a fool of yourself in front of millions of people."

"Don't! My dad and I wish we could become Internet celebrities! Don't give us face!"