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"But how do you prove that your painting is real?" Leng Pingfeng suddenly said, the rumors were rumors, and of course he had to confirm it.

"It's easy to handle. Don't you also collect antiques? Invite your antique experts." Song Yu waved his hand directly.

"it is good!"

Leng Pingfeng immediately started calling people. Even Qu Jinbo and his gang wanted to see if the painting was real.

"Hey!"

Xue Zhixian feels that her husband has gone too far? But thinking about her current family situation, she had no choice but to acquiesce.

"Song Yu..."

Leng Mandie wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Song Yu. His big hand caressed her face lovingly, "Okay Mandie, don't say anything. Just listen to the arrangements below."

"Oh!" Leng Mandie's face turned red and she had no choice but to say nothing.

Seeing Song Yu touching Leng Mandie, Qu Xingmu got angry, but he didn't dare to say anything because he was afraid of being beaten.

Leng Pingfeng was already calling people here. It wasn't long before five or six people came.

There is no way, Tang Bohu's paintings are so shocking that it is impossible not to attract people.

Furthermore, you can’t call just one person, at least two people need to confirm each other.

"Master Leng, where are Tang Bohu's paintings?" an old man in his sixties asked anxiously.

"There it is!"

Leng Pingfeng pointed to the painting that Song Yu had thrown on the table.

"Wow, Tang Yin's picture of a lady playing the flute, I finally saw it again."

The old man cried when he came to the painting and took a magnifying glass to take a photo.

Song Yu recognized him at first sight.

Damn it, this old boy appeared in the antique city. He was the one who looked at his butt with a magnifying glass. At that time, the old man had to pay 15 billion to buy it.

If it were not an authentic work, who would pay so much money?

"Oh my god, it's really Tang Yin's work." Several other people rushed over and circled around the table, all of them excited with tears in their eyes.

And almost every one of them took out a magnifying glass to look at it, and some of them used detectors to analyze the age of the paintings and ink stains.

Everyone else was also staring nervously, especially Leng Pingfeng and his wife. They didn't want Song Yu's painting to be fake now.

On the contrary, the Qu family hoped that the painting was fake, but looking at the expressions of several experts, they knew that there was little hope of a fake.

"I'm telling you, it's okay to look at the paintings, but don't touch them with your hands." Song Yu promptly reminded.

As a result, a few old guys gave him a blank look, thinking that you know a lot about a little brat. Are we not as good as you?

As a result, less than half of the painting was visible. A relatively young expert stood up, walked towards Leng Pingfeng, clasped his hands and said, "Master Leng, are you willing to part with this painting? I am willing to pay 18 billion for it."

This guy didn't say whether the painting was real or not, he just bought it.

"18 billion? You want to eat it? I'll pay 20 billion!"

"21 million!"

As a result, several guys didn't say whether the painting was authentic or not, and they had already started bidding.

Even if they don't have that much money, as long as the painting is real, they dare to buy it. At their level, who doesn't have a way to raise money, let alone make money by flipping it.

The gray-haired old man blinked. He glanced at Song Yu and thought to himself, didn't he draw this painting? But everyone made an offer to Leng Pingfeng, and he simply made an offer to Leng Pingfeng, "I'll offer 21.5 billion."

Maybe they changed their hands, or Leng Pingfeng asked them to come.

Leng Pingfeng looked embarrassed. Needless to say, in this situation, it’s an authentic work. Otherwise, these old guys are smarter than monkeys. Why would they pay such a high price casually?

"I'll pay 22 billion!"

Seeing the old man bidding, another person also said.

"I will pay 22.5 billion."

"22.8."

"23 million!"

As a result, these people raised the price one after another, and finally raised the price to 23 billion before stopping.

At this time, Leng Pingfeng already knew that the value of this painting should be around 23 billion to 25 billion. At least 23 billion would be enough to sell it.

If these people want to buy, they have to leave some profit margin for themselves, right?

But if it is to be sold at an auction, it must be higher than 23 billion, probably around 23 to 25 billion.

With a clue in his mind, Leng Pingfeng hurriedly handed it over, "I'm sorry, I don't want to sell this painting yet. Please take it back. I'll treat you to dinner another day, and the reward will be credited to your cards."

This guy is also thick-skinned and seems to regard the painting as his own.

"If you don't want to sell it, just tell me a few words."

Several people looked dissatisfied and gathered around to draw ink for a long time before reluctantly leaving.

The scene was quiet, everyone looked at Song Yu, 23 billion, this is still a conservative estimate, does he really want to give it away?

It's a pity that Song Yu sat there smiling and saying nothing, only holding Leng Mandie in his arms.

Finally, Leng Pingfeng couldn't hold it in any longer and couldn't help but stepped forward and said, "Mr. Song, does what you just said count? If you are really willing to cut off your love, I, Leng Pingfeng, will immediately recognize your relationship with my daughter. From now on, you will be my Leng family’s son-in-law, how about it?”

As he spoke, he raised his hand to take the painting.

He has been greedy for a long time. He knows very well that with this painting, why should he succumb to the Qu family again?

Needless to say, saving the company and acquiring a holding of a similar listed company are enough. Damn it, this is more than 20 billion. How many of those so-called listed companies can immediately come up with more than 20 billion in cash?

Snapped!

But he didn't expect Song Yu to press the painting directly.

"I'm telling you Leng Pingfeng, I'm not giving the painting to you."

"You can take the painting if you want. From now on, Mandie will have 100% control of your company, and she will be the actual controller behind the scenes, while you are just a part-time worker and can be the general manager, understand?"

Leng Pingfeng looked ugly. After all, wasn't he just giving the company to his daughter?

But then he thought about it, it's not a loss, his daughter is also his family, not to mention that she is not doing anything now, doesn't he actually control the company? She just controls it.

The most important thing is that this is my family. It is better than having the company completely bankrupt and being in debt, and the whole family is drinking from the northwest.

Involuntarily, he looked at his wife again, and Xue Zhixian nodded repeatedly, which meant that the account was not a loss, and his family had made a profit.

They all make money inside and outside. Only Song Yu posted more than 20 billion in vain. It would be foolish not to take it.

"Okay, I promise you." Leng Pingfeng agreed after a moment of hesitation.

"Okay, since you agreed, let's draw up a contract." Song Yu directly motioned to the other party to sign the contract without writing any ink.

"Xiaoyu!"

Leng Mandie was extremely moved. In her opinion, Song Yu had suffered a big loss. He had clearly given more than 2 billion to himself, and he also had to support their whole family. What a deep feeling.

"Silly girl!"

Song Yu touched her face and smiled, "Needless to say, it's only a mere two hundred billion, or even tens of billions. I'd give it all for you. Money, compared to you, is nothing more than an extraneous thing!"

"Woo~~" Leng Mandie cried.