Against the sky loan system

Holding 5000 yuan in his hands, Zhao Tian was at a loss. He was still immersed in the fantasy that Su Chen was about to be kicked out by Wang Xishan. When he saw Su Chen running away with Song Xi'er, he couldn't understand the meaning of Su Chen's words.

It's just a vague feeling that something doesn't seem right.

However, the authorities are confused by the bystanders.

The things that Zhao Tian is difficult to wake up to, fall into the eyes of others, but they are very clear.

"The paintings bought for 80 yuan will be sold for 5000 yuan!"

"Zhao Tian, ​​you're awesome!" Wei Zihao covered his bloody nose, which had just fallen on the street, and while protecting a precious antique in his arms, he stretched out his thumb to Zhao Tian.

"Master Zhao..."

"Master Zhao..."

"My condolences..." Other people who had come to the door heard Wei Zihao's head raised, and they all looked at Zhao Tian with pity and said.

Immediately, Zhao Tian's heart contracted for a while, and Qi's lungs were about to burst.

"What kind of eyes do you have?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh boy surnamed Su, are you cheating on me?"

"Return the painting, I won't sell it!"

Zhao Tian definitely inherited Zhao Jianjun's fine traditions, he is small-minded and overconfident at the same time.

Before, he sold the painting to Su Chen because he was expelled to make Su Chen act according to his plan and provoke Wang Xishan.

But now, seeing everyone looking at him with eyes that looked at him, Zhao Tian felt his stomach turn green with regret.

He roared and chased after him, but he couldn't see Su Chen's figure anywhere.

Buy a painting, rush out the door, and go downstairs.

This was Su Chen's gesture of pulling Song Xi'er. It was done in one go, and every link and connection between them was perfect to the extreme.

However, Song Xier saw that Su Chen spent 5000 yuan to buy Zhao Tian's counterfeit, and after getting out of the elevator, she looked at Su Chen in puzzlement and said, "Honey, oh, wait a minute, you left in such a hurry What are you doing?"

"What do you mean by more than 3000 million yuan?"

Song Xi'er deserves to be a complete fool, but being silly doesn't mean she has no IQ.

At the moment, she already had a faint premonition in her heart.

But even so, when Su Chen spoke slowly, Song Xi'er was still stunned covering her small mouth.

"Hey, Xi'er, it's normal that you didn't see it. Even the stinky old man Wang didn't see this picture of Jiangting talking about ancient times. It's a picture-in-picture, not a fake among fakes at all. It's the real thing!"

"It's just that it was copied by a master faker with tissue paper, and then pasted the two pictures together!"

"Just tear off the top layer of gauze paper, and the real product can be seen again!" Su Chen got off the elevator, strode forward, and explained to Song Xi'er with a smile.

And his explanation made Song Xi'er's little face stunned.

"Ah!" Song Xier's beautiful eyes fell on the ancient picture of Jiangting Tan in Su Chen's hand: "My husband, what do you mean, this ancient picture of Jiangting Tan is really Tang Bohu's authentic work? It is worth more than 3000 million? Well, then Didn't Zhao Tian die at a loss?"

When Song Xi'er was on the top floor, she was still worried that Su Chen would offend Wang Xishan and make it difficult for Wen Biyue, but now, she has forgotten all those worries.

Because, associating with Wang Xishan's appraisal of the painting before, the old man is obviously not as good-sighted as Su Chen.

Isn't it normal to be sprayed if your skills are inferior to others?

"Haha, Zhao Tian deserves that bitch's grandson!"

"That scumbag has never changed his mind. After being taught a lesson by me last time, he dared to sneak a glance at you just now. How could I let him go!"

Su Chen smiled complacently. He didn't say that the value of this ancient picture of Jiangting Tantan was more than 3000 million, which was the market price six years ago. Now, the value of this picture should at least double.

However, even so, Song Xi'er's eyes were already twinkling with little stars.

"Well, husband, you are awesome!"

On this side, Song Xi'er held Su Chen's arm. Su Chen was walking along with two wooden boxes and a painting in his arms. Over there, Wen Biyue's complexion was extremely ugly.

Even if Wang Xishan flung his face at Su Chen before, Wen Biyue didn't really get angry.

But now, seeing a frivolous young man standing in front of her, Wen Biyue really wanted to slap him to death.

"Ok?"

"what happened?"

"Mother-in-law and old man Wang, why are there so many people around?" Su Chen scanned the hall on the first floor, and found something different from what he had seen before.

Especially when he saw the strange expressions of Wen Biyue and Old Man Wang, he immediately pulled Song Xier and walked over quickly.

As a result, as soon as he approached, he heard an arrogant voice like a male duck.

"Haha, Mr. Wang, I, Chen Mo, came all the way to attend this antique exchange meeting to save face. What's wrong? Now I just want to invite this beautiful woman to have a drink and leave a contact information. Are you blocking me? Didn't you take our Haidu Chen family seriously?"

Su Chen and Song Xi'er pushed their way through the crowd, and at the same time they were slightly disgusted by the male duck's voice, they finally saw the face of the speaker clearly.

A white face of indulgence.

Deep eye sockets, hooked nose.

This young man who called himself Chen Mo looked only 27 or [-] years old, but he seemed to have some foreign blood.

And the beauty he mentioned seemed to be referring to Wen Biyue.

"Young Master Chen, stop making trouble!"

"You have come all the way to our Chuzhou, this old man will naturally want to show his kindness as a landlord!"

"But this Mrs. Song, she is already 40 years old, and she is a married woman. If you want to find someone to drink with, you should change someone else. This will not affect well!" Seeing the white-faced young man Chen Mo, he looked like he was asking questions. Well, Wang Xishan, an old man with high self-esteem and bad temper, not only didn't get angry, but even called Mr. Chen, with a look of earnestness.

This made the surrounding audience gasp one after another.

"The Chen family in Haidu?"

"Could it be the Chen family, the centuries-old medical family in the legend?"

"That's right, the Chen family is one of the four major families in Haidu City, and its wealth is greater than that of the rich and powerful in the entire Chuzhou City combined. It's no wonder that Mr. Wang doesn't get angry!"

"Tch, what do you know? I heard that Mr. Wang's physical condition has been deteriorating in recent years. The Chen family has a current medicine god. How dare he attack this young master of the Chen family?"

Some of the surrounding audience, faced with this absurd scene, felt that they had nothing to do with themselves.

Some shook their heads with a sneer and started discussing in low voices.

However, facing these discussions, although Wang Xishan's old face turned purple, he was powerless to care about it, because only he himself knew why he was so afraid of the Chen family.

As a result, he already owed the Chen family his life.

Secondly, his son, who works in the provincial department, wants to make further progress in his official career, relying entirely on the support of the Chen family.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to gain a firm foothold in the provincial capital, not to mention making high progress every year.

"Humph!"

"Bad influence? Is there any bad influence?"

"This young master just likes this kind of mature women, Mr. Wang, don't you know that the riper the peaches, the tastier they are?"