"Crazy--" The painting, known as three million, was instantly destroyed by Ye Fei, and Tang Ruoxue and the others' faces changed drastically.

Han Jianfeng was furious: "Ye Fei, what are you doing?"

Ye Fei ignored everyone's eyes and pulled out a thin thread and threw it on the table.

"Nylon thread!"

“Artificial synthetic fibers!”

"Born in 1938!"

"Wu Daozi, who has been over for more than 700 years, came to draw it?"

The whole audience was silent.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Tang Fenghua also let out a sudden whistle, her mouth wide open, looking disbelief.

They originally wanted to see Ye Fei jokes, but Ye Fei slapped in the face simply and roughly.

Modern nylon threads appeared in paintings seven hundred years ago, and even fools knew that it was impossible.

A sword sealed the throat! Han Jianfeng's cheeks were burning and painful.

Lin Qiuling's face was also gloomy and ugly.

"Even if this painting is fake, it is a hundred times better than your ginseng fruit."

Seeing that a group of relatives despise her husband, Tang Fenghua couldn't help but take out Ye Fei's box.

Open.

She poured out ginseng fruit and slapped it on the table with a bang.

"We are fooled by someone. We use it to celebrate our father's birthday at most disrespectful."

"But what about you?"

"If you use ginseng fruit as a gift for your father, or if you are a street stall product, you will eat it to death."

Tang Fenghua pointed at Ye Fei and cursed: "We are a hundred times better than your gift."

Han Jianfeng also directly put on his hat: "Ginseng fruit is so ugly, do you want to poison your dad?"

Everyone looked at the ugly and red ginseng fruit and accused Ye Fei of being malicious.

Tang Ruoxue frowned and pulled Ye Fei's sleeve: "Ye Fei, I'll apologize to mom."

Ye Fei did not apologize, but just pointed to ginseng fruit: "My mom and dad, do you think this is a street stall product?"

Tang Sanguo stared at the scrutiny, and suddenly his eyelids twitched and his eyes were shocked.

He was about to stand up and shout, but Lin Qiuling grabbed him.

"They look ugly, the colors are bright and the smell is pungent."

Lin Qiuling stared at Ye Fei and shouted: "What is this not a street stall product?"

"On your birthday, do you think he has a long life?"

Lin Qiuling scolded sternly: "Your brother-in-law is right. No matter how bad the fake painting is, it is better than your vicious heart."

She defended Han Jianfeng.

The firepower instantly turned to Ye Fei.

Tang Ruoxue looked at Ye Fei angrily. Will this bastard make a big deal more embarrassing?

"Hear?"

Han Jianfeng grinned: "I'm fool, I want me to make a fool of myself, but I am not the one who embarrassed me in the end."

Ye Fei looked at Lin Qiuling and Tang Sanguo and asked, "My gift is really trash?"

"What's not garbage?"

Tang Fenghua's pretty face turned cold: "In my opinion, trash is worse than that."

Ye Fei was disappointed, was disappointed with the Tang family, and he no longer gave face.

He picked up the ginseng fruit and snapped it. While chewing it, he turned on his phone and threw a news on the screen: "At noon today, the annual rare treasure auction came to an end in the Fugui Hall of Zhonghai Wuzhou Hotel."

"A dragon-head ginseng fruit from Kunlun Mountain that is hard to see in a century has been sold at a sky-high price."

"Ms. Song Hongyan of Wuhu Group obtained it for three million..." On the screen, the host was passionate and not only played the pictures of the auction house, but also showed the ginseng fruit.

Ugly, red, shaped like a dragon head, just like what Ye Fei ate in his mouth.

Even the box code on the table is exactly the same as on TV, 9981... ginseng fruit?

Kunlun Mountain?

It's hard to see in a century?

Three million?

Everyone was completely stunned. Lin Qiuling grabbed her clothes tightly.
Chapter completed!