,What's this?!"

Mo Qingwu turned his head and glanced, then his eyes lit up, he stood up immediately, walked quickly to the chair, and said in surprise: "This... is this a painting by Fan Kuan?"

"Let me tell you, you are still very knowledgeable!" Cao Chen puffed up his chest and immediately gave Mo Qingwu a thumbs up, saying quite proudly, "Yes, this is Fan Kuan, the founder of the Chang'an Painting School and the three great masters of the Northern Song Dynasty.

, the painting of the cold mountain snow scene!”

As if he was afraid that everyone would not know the origin of his words, he specially introduced it in a loud voice.

And the reason why he hadn't taken it out for a long time, but took it out during the meal, was just to show off in front of everyone!

When everyone at the table heard this, they immediately became interested and hurriedly got up and came over to watch.

Mo Xiaosheng sat at this angle and glanced at the painting, but did not get up. After all, Mrs. Mo was still holding his hand.

"Brother-in-law, is this painting real?" Mo Ziheng said curiously.

"Isn't that nonsense? Give it to our dad. Do I dare to make a fake one?" Cao Chen straightened his face and said proudly: "To tell you the truth, I bought this painting through some connections. The person who bought it originally bought it for two.

One million, I spent four million to get it from him, it was a face price, and to tell you the truth, if this painting were put up for auction in an auction house, it would easily fetch hundreds of millions!"

"puff!"

Mo Xiaosheng was drinking soup. When he heard what he said, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of soup. He almost burst out laughing. Isn't this fucking awesome?! A fake look worth tens of thousands at most.
Chapter completed!