Against the sky loan system

Wen Biyue's eyes widened. Even with her concentration, she still felt dizzy after seeing the oil painting on canvas in the sword box.

"Pigeons and peas?" Wen Biyue's body trembled slightly.

This made Song Zekai, who didn't know why, a little confused.

"what happened?"

"Honey, isn't this just an oil painting?"

'What about pigeons and peas?Why didn't I see pigeons and peas? "Song Zekai looked ignorant, making Su Chen and Song Xi'er speechless for a while.

However, Song Zekai couldn't be blamed for this.

Although he married a painter, he has no interest in painting.

I don't even know how to study this kind of abstract oil painting.

Su Chen also got the super loan system, and the system introduced the source and value of this painting, otherwise, he would be an idiot just like Song Zekai.

"Go! Go! Go……"

"What do you know?"

"This is the work of Master Picasso, it is priceless!" Wen Biyue caressed the oil painting on canvas fondly, and drove Song Zekai aside who wanted to touch the picture.

However, her face soon became weird, and she turned to Su Chen and said, "Xiao Chen, where did you get this painting?"

"It doesn't look like a fake, does it?"

At first, Wen Biyue was surprised that the gift Su Chen sent was beyond her expectation, but now that she woke up, she immediately realized the crux of the problem.

Whether the painting is genuine or a fake will represent two very different consequences.

"Cough cough!"

"Mother-in-law, what you said, how could I give you a fake!" Su Chen coughed twice, a little speechless, and then Song Xi'er chattered, asking Su Chen to buy the sword at Wenzhuxuan He broke open the sword box and told Wen Biyue about getting the oil painting in it.

Of course, the part where Su Chen offended Wang Xishan was deliberately concealed by Song Xier.

"Ha ha!"

"Honey, what are you fussing about?"

"Xiaochen is so powerful that you and I can't think of it. Last time Xiaochen gave me an Alta worth more than 2000 million, but now I only give you a painting. Why are you so serious?"

Listening to Song Xier's narration, and seeing Wen Biyue's face gradually turn from shock to seriousness at the beginning, Song Zekai stood aside and couldn't help but haha, and calmed down the atmosphere.

However, this time, Wen Biyue ignored him, and just murmured: "So that's the case. I never thought that a famous stolen painting that has been offered as a bounty for ten years overseas will be seen again in this way!"

"Xiao Chen, this painting is too precious, do you know its value?" Wen Biyue looked at Su Chen with burning eyes.

This time, Su Chen became a little nervous.

"Um, you know, right..."

"Just a few hundred million RMB?!" Su Chen learned about the value of this painting from the system, which can be said to be extremely accurate, but seeing that Wen Biyue's expression was not quite right, he still chose a A conservative statement.

Wen Biyue took a deep breath and said, "To be precise, it is worth 7 million RMB, and this is the market value. If it is really preserved, it will be even more valuable in the future!"

"what?"

"Wife? How much do you think this painting is worth?"

Su Chen and Song Xi'er hadn't answered yet, but Song Zekai, who thought Wen Biyue was making a fuss, couldn't help opening his mouth wide, and stared at the oil painting in astonishment.

Wen Biyue cast an angry look at Song Zekai and said, "It's worth 5000 million, just a lot more!"

After finishing speaking, she looked at Su Chen and said, "Even so, Xiaochen, are you still determined to give this painting to me?" Wen Biyue's voice trembled when she asked this sentence.

This made Song Zekai a little embarrassed.

Su Chen nodded without hesitation.

But Song Xier condensed her eyebrows and said angrily: "Mom..." On the way back, Song Xier still swore to Su Chen that Wen Biyue would never accept such a heavy gift from Su Chen.

But now seeing Wen Biyue holding the oil painting happily, she couldn't help but speak.

As a result, Wen Biyue was naturally taken aback, and then she smiled and said, "Xi'er, you girl, you always say that girls are extroverted, and you are so devoted to Xiaochen so quickly that you don't even trust your mother?"

Looking at Song Xier's shy and angry look, Wen Biyue couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in her heart.

The daughter who was closest to her back then finally has a sweetheart.

Moreover, just looking at Song Xier's attitude towards Su Chen, one can tell that Song Xier is deeply involved.

"Cough cough!"

"Mother-in-law, Xi'er, don't take this painting too seriously. As the saying goes, money is something outside your body!" Su Chen said this insincerely, and gave the painting to Wen Biyue. I don't feel any regrets, but saying that money is something outside of the body is definitely against my will.

Su Chen lacks nothing now, except money.

However, Wen Biyue and Song Zekai obviously believed what he said.

Song Zekai really felt that Su Chen was not short of money, he was a super rich man.

Wen Biyue, on the other hand, felt that Su Chen had a noble character and was a man worthy of entrusting his daughter.

At that moment, Wen Biyue nodded and said: "Xiaochen is right, so I will accept this painting for the time being. It just so happens that we will have an antique exchange meeting in Chuzhou City this weekend. At that time, Xiaochen, you and I'll go there together, and after I've got someone to appraise it, I'll decide what to do with the painting!"

Wen Biyue smiled slightly, looking a little mysterious.

This made Su Chen stunned and said: "My lord mother-in-law? You don't plan to keep this painting for yourself?" Su Chen felt that art is priceless, so he gave this painting to Wen Biyue, but if Wen Biyue If she intends to sell the painting, then Su Chen is really beeping the dog.

However, this time, Wen Biyue didn't continue to talk about this matter, she just waved her hand and said: "I can't collect this painting, well, let's not talk about this topic tonight!"

"It's rare for our family to have dinner together, and we also have a good son-in-law, Xiaochen. I will cook for myself, so you must eat more!"

After Wen Biyue finished speaking, she got up and went to the kitchen. At this moment, only Song Zekai, Song Xier and Su Chen were left in the living room looking at each other.

"Dad, I'll take a shower first!"

"I rehearsed all afternoon today, and I'm exhausted!" Although Song Xi'er was a little dissatisfied with Wen Biyue's acceptance of Su Chen's painting, since Su Chen had shown that she didn't care, she couldn't say anything more, and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower up.

And as a result, Song Zekai immediately moved to Su Chen's side, and said with a smile, "Boy Su, are you big enough?"

"However, you are so concerned about your mother-in-law!"

"To my father-in-law, you are too disrespectful!"

Su Chen half-lyed on the sofa, a little surprised and said: "Old Song, what are you talking about? Why am I disrespecting you?"

"Hey, it's been a few days since I asked you to get Mr. Cheng Yizhong to take a stake in Feiteng Pharmaceuticals. You said it? You simply ignored the words of labor and management!"