The president’s wife’s vest is crazy

Shen An put out the cigarette butts and tightened her face, "Hua Chunmei! That's your daughter. I've given you 500 million these years. Where did you spend it?"

"Let me tell you, your daughter didn't shine at the banquet and brought shame to the Shen family. Don't blame me for kicking you all out!"

Fang Yunyao looked at Hua Chunmei eagerly.

"Tch! Eat our food, drink our food, and in the end, you won't even want to help your own daughter, you white-eyed wolf!" the old lady added to her jealousy.

Shen An was even more angry.

If Lu Wanru were here, she would help him even if she tried to sell everything. This woman is too small!

"Mom!" Fang Yunyao was anxious.

"It's too late today. I'll go to the bank to wire it to you tomorrow."

Hua Chunmei walked upstairs in slippers, looking ugly.

Right now, she and her children were in an extremely awkward situation in the Shen family. If they were not careful, they would be kicked out.

She finally married into the Shen family and nothing could happen to her.

It seemed that she had to do something to protect herself and her children.

……

Shen Qinghe refined baskets of antidotes, but in the end he discovered that there was not much left of the most important medicinal ingredient, Huilongcao.

The Huantong grass is extremely precious and lives in tropical rainforests. It is almost not sold in the entire Huaxia region. She spent 100 million to buy the only few plants on the black market.

She took out her phone and dialed Xu Wei, "Let's see if there are any sellers of Nepenthes elata on the black market. It doesn't matter how much it costs."

"Sister, I've asked before, but no. However, Beijing antique tycoon Luo Yaoren is going to hold an antique appreciation meeting tomorrow morning. I heard that he has a lot of gypsophila, which are still alive."

"Get me an invitation."

The day after tomorrow is the day when Yu Xiuyan becomes ill. Those medicines are only auxiliary, and he can't do it without the grass.

"Okay, sister."

After packing his things, Shen Qinghe returned to Mingyue Mansion.

Standing on the balcony, looking up at the bright moon slightly, the breeze blew across her cheeks, but it did not take away the sadness on her face.

Turning his head, Shen Qinghe saw the scarred man on the balcony opposite, his eyes filled with surprise.

Yu Xiuyan!

Why does he live here?

"Mr. Yu?"

The corners of Yu Xiuyan's lips curled up slightly, "Qinghe! Nuannuan said he wanted to be closer to you. It is indeed close to work here, so I bought the house here."

"Where's Nuannuan?"

Shen Qinghe probed his head, but did not see Yu Nuannuan.

"It's too late. She went to bed and has to go to school tomorrow."

"It's getting late, you should rest, see you tomorrow!"

For some reason, Shen Qinghe's heart couldn't stop beating and his face felt hot whenever he was close to Yu Xiuyan.

Watching the girl leave, Yu Xiuyan felt a little disappointed and looked at the opposite side reluctantly for a long time.

early morning.

Shen Qinghe had just turned the handle and was about to go out, when Yu Xiuyan and Nuan Nuan stood at the door.

"Mom, come have breakfast!"

Yu Nuannuan took Shen Qinghe's hand and went to the next room.

The room is very tidy. There are soy milk, fried dough sticks, fried buns and milk, bread, and sandwiches on the table.

"I don't know if you like Chinese food or Western food. I bought some of them. You're welcome." Yu Xiuyan thoughtfully pulled out the chair.

Shen Qinghe sat down and said, "Thank you, Chinese food will be fine."

It was the first time for a family of three to sit together for breakfast. Shen Qinghe was a little uncomfortable and didn't eat much.

"Mom, you and dad sent me to school together. They laughed at me for not having a mother. Are you pitiful for Nuan Nuan?" Yu Nuan Nuan muttered pitifully.

"Ok."

Shen Qinghe wanted to refuse, but somehow he agreed.

Perhaps she can better understand Nuannuan's feelings without a mother.

After the meal, the family of three got in the car and went to the kindergarten.

After Shen Qinghe personally sent Yu Nuannuan to kindergarten, he wanted to leave.

"Mr. Yu, it's getting late. I can go by myself. Don't be late."

"It doesn't matter, I'm the boss."

Yu Xiuyan smiled softly, Shen Qinghe's clear and beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and a slight smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

Their eyes met, and there was a bit of ambiguity in the air.

Yu Xiuyan's heart beat faster...

"Thank you then."

Shen Qinghe couldn't refuse, so he could only get in the car obediently.

On the way, she couldn't help but stare at Yu Xiuyan, her mood was like exploding colorful fireworks, gorgeous and beautiful.

After the car stopped near Xiuchuntang, Shen Qinghe took another car to Xingyue Hotel.

In the bathroom, Shen Qinghe tied up her hair in a high ponytail and put on the long blue floral skirt sent by Xu Wei. She wore a white Chinese-style embroidered fragrant vest and a pair of black Martin boots.

The black mask covered most of his face, showing a bit of mystery in his shrewdness.

The hall was crowded with people, including the richest and most wealthy people in the capital and entertainment tycoons.

There are seventy or eighty items on display, some real and some fake. They are all wrapped in glass covers and can only be seen but not touched.

Shen Qinghe turned around and saw some ordinary things, occasionally mixed with a few fakes, but he didn't see the pitchweed.

"This one must be authentic. If you look at the painting method and paper, it's probably Zhang Daqian's."

"What, this looks like a fake painting. Zhang Daqian's brushwork is bold and unrestrained, structurally realistic, and microscopically delicate. Look at this painting, it's bold in style and rough in brushwork. It's totally a fake!"

"I don't think so. When you look at the paintings, in the 1930s, Zhang Daqian integrated Eastern and Western paintings and transformed landscape paintings. The painting method is subversive. I think it is true."

"It's fake, it must be fake. The drawing paper is rough and the seal is crooked. It may be pieced together."

"The piece is also a high imitation, so it will definitely sell for a good price!"

"I think it's true, you are all talking nonsense!"

"..."

Directly in front of me, a group of people gathered around and started making a quarrel.

Shen Qinghe knew what they were arguing about.

The owner of this exhibition, Luo Yaoren, loves Zhang Daqian's paintings. He received a painting by Zhang Daqian some time ago. He couldn't make up his mind for a while, so he held an appreciation meeting and wanted to invite experts to discuss the painting.

"Everyone expresses his opinion. If anyone can identify the authenticity of this painting today, you can choose from any collection here!"

Luo Yaoren stood in the middle, wearing a suit, his bald head shining in the light, hands behind his back, looking at everyone with a smile.

"Mr. Luo, I think this painting is real. I'll offer you 500 million!"

Without waiting for appraisal, someone was anxious to buy the painting.

"Brother Wang, you were careless. This painting is fake at first glance, and you will lose 500 million!"

Someone in the crowd advised.

"The scroll and the drawing paper are not very old, so they are not valuable."

Zhou Bingyan stood in the crowd and spoke.

His mother's favorite thing was antiques, and he was going to take one of these as a gift when he had the chance.

"Mr. Zhou, I don't care whether it's valuable or not. I just like Mr. Zhang Daqian's paintings. I bought this painting for 50 million. You must have seen it."

Luo Yaoren reminded.

"My family is in the antique business, how can I still see through it?" Zhou Bingyan sneered.

"Bing Yan, I want that. It would be nice to go back and arrange flowers."

Fang Yunyao pointed to the blue and white plum vase in the glass cover opposite, and held Zhou Bingyan's arm delicately.

If Zhou Bingyan hadn't insisted on coming to a place like this, she wouldn't have bothered to come.

A group of people were still discussing the authenticity of the painting. Shen Qinghe stepped forward and took a closer look. He raised his head and said, "Mr. Luo, if I identify the authenticity of this painting, I want something from you!"

The whole audience looked at Shen Qinghe quietly.

Luo Yaoren looked at it and said, "As long as this girl determines the authenticity, she can do whatever she wants."

"I want your Huantong grass. I know that Mr. Luo, in addition to antiques, calligraphy and paintings, also has a special breeding base. He has a lot of Huanongchang?"

Everyone was talking about it.

Every treasure here costs tens of millions. This girl wants that broken grass?

The crowd chuckled, "Little girl, you are young, how do you know how to identify ancient paintings?"