She's a real daughter and she's telling people's fortunes again

About ten minutes later, under the leadership of the butler, the group arrived at a relatively formal living room.

"You are welcome to sit wherever you like."

The housekeeper always maintains a gentle and elegant appearance, neither humble nor overbearing.

The maid in charge of serving in the living room at the moment also brought out fruits and food in an orderly manner after Chen Pingan and others sat down.

"Prepare some black tea to entertain the distinguished guests." The butler ordered lightly.

The maid nodded silently and left here.

"Old sir, how should you verify this painting?" Chen Ping'an sat on the expensive, luxurious and comfortable leather sofa and looked at the housekeeper lightly.

"They should be here soon, please wait a moment." The butler responded expressionlessly.

“I hope the verifier you invite is a knowledgeable person.”

Chen Ping'an responded softly. He took this business very seriously, so he didn't want any accidents to happen.

Among them, the last thing he wanted to see was that the housekeeper found the wrong person, found an appraiser who did not know the goods, and regarded the original painting in Chen Pingan's hands as a fake.

It wasn't Chen Ping who looked down upon the Orleans family, but the steward failed to tell that the water lily painting was a fake at the last auction, which made him a little disappointed.

"Don't worry, what happened last time won't happen again."

"Because this time I invited the most famous appraiser in country F, Mr. Moran."

The housekeeper knew what Chen Pingan was worried about, so he explained solemnly.

After hearing the name Mo Lan, Chen Ping'an turned to look at Zhou Mengqiu beside him.

Although his assets contain many valuable calligraphy and paintings that are rare in the world, he knows nothing about these things. Naturally, he does not understand the appraiser industry, let alone an appraiser from country F.

Zhou Mengqiu is a smart woman, so she immediately understood what Chen Pingan meant and nodded quietly.

She had heard of the name Moran.

Although she is not interested in these works of art, as a strong business woman, she will always inevitably deal with these things.

Therefore, the title of Country F's chief appraiser, Moran, is well known to her.

After getting Zhou Mengqiu's hint, Chen Pingan felt relieved.

"Tea, please."

At this moment, the maid came over with an exquisite teacup, and then placed a cup of steamy black tea in front of Chen Pingan and Zhou Mengqiu.

"Great tea, worthy of the Orleans family."

The moment the black tea appeared in front of Zhou Mengqiu, he smelled the warm and deep aroma of the tea and praised it.

"The master attaches great importance to this painting." The butler said without changing his expression.

When Chen Pingan heard this, he immediately understood the meaning of what the butler had just said.

In other words, without this painting, we would not be qualified to drink such good tea, right?

The Orleans family is really aloof.

While commenting in his mind, Chen Pingan picked up the black tea in front of him and took a sip gently.

Tea is indeed good tea, there is no doubt about this, but Chen Ping'an doesn't like the Orleans family's style of classifying people into three, six or nine grades and giving them dishes.

However, in this situation, it doesn't matter whether he likes it or not, because this may be the last time he has to deal with the Orleans family in his life.

"I heard that today I am going to verify a painting that my father likes very much."

"Although I'm not interested in art, the things my father likes are definitely not simple, so I came to see the world."

A somewhat abrupt voice suddenly sounded.

Before the words dissipated, a handsome young man with an aristocratic air walked in.

"I've met the Fourth Young Master."

The butler bowed slightly and saluted Qiao.

The women in the room lifted up their skirts with both hands and squatted down to salute.

"When will Mr. Moran arrive?"

While speaking, Qiao glanced at Chen Pingan intentionally or unintentionally, and then sat in the main seat.

After the butler took a look at the time, he replied respectfully: "It should be there soon."

"Very good, it seems I didn't come early." Qiao smiled slightly and then said to himself, "You should know, I hate waiting for others, and I also hate others being unpunctual and disobedient."

The housekeeper frowned slightly when he heard this. For some reason, he always felt that the atmosphere in the room was a little strange, and Qiao, who was sitting at the head of the table, was also a little strange.

What he said just now, Qiao was obviously talking to himself, but he seemed to be reminding someone.