Chen Dong smiled and said playfully: "Don't worry, it's just an ordinary defective painting. Let's give him a thousand yuan, which is enough to give him face!"

Feng Qing'er looked stunned, and for a moment she couldn't tell which of Chen Dong's words was true.

Is this half of the painting valuable, or is Chen Dong just teasing her?

"Forget it, give it a go!"

Feng Qing'er stopped talking nonsense and strode directly into the store opposite.

Looking at Feng Qing'er's back as she walked through the door, Chen Dong couldn't help but smile.

In fact, he was certainly not teasing Feng Qinger.

The reason why he only asked Feng Qing'er to bid 1,000 yuan was entirely because of his own intentions.

Because Chen Dong is completely gambling by doing this!

According to Chen Dong's observation just now, the position of the half painting in the store does not meet its own value and the treatment it deserves.

Therefore, Chen Dong determined that the owner of that store had no idea of ​​the true value of that half of the painting.

If you look at it from this perspective, if you bid 1,000 yuan for an ordinary defective painting, the boss will definitely be in a hurry to sell it.

On the other hand, if the boss knew the value of that half of the painting, let alone one thousand yuan, even one million, I am afraid that the boss would not agree easily. This would run counter to their original intention of coming here to pick up the missing pieces today.

In short, if you spend a thousand yuan to test the water, no matter what, you will not lose money.

Ten minutes later, the store door reopened, and Feng Qing'er walked out of it. There was already something in her hand, which was the half of the painting!

Seeing this scene, Chen Dong couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

It seems that he really won the bet!

"Husband, I got the painting. Now can you tell me how much this painting is worth?" Feng Qing'er eagerly wanted to know the result.

Ma Jiufeng on the side also pricked up his ears, wanting to hear clearly.

Chen Dong looked at the half of the painting in his hand and said calmly: "During the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a painter named Liu Songnian who was famous for his ability to paint small garden scenes."

"He once painted a painting called "Four Scenery Pavilion"."

"This painting was later torn in half by looters during the turbulent times."

"If I guess correctly, the half of the painting in your hand should be part of the "Four Scenes of the Pavilion"!"

Ma Jiufeng was stunned as he listened, "Brother Dong, I didn't expect you to even understand these things! You are so awesome!"

Although Feng Qing'er also felt that it was a bit unexpected that her husband had such a wide range of interests, that was not what Feng Qing'er cared about most at the moment.

"Husband, I don't understand what Liu Songnian or Si Jing you are talking about."

"I just want to know how much this half of my painting is worth?"

Chen Dong did not answer directly, but instead said: "I remember that five years ago, at an auction in Great Britain, the other half of "Four Scenery Pavilions" sold for 200,000 pounds!"

"Converted into RMB, it's about 1.8 million!"

"The difference is that the half of the "Four Scenery Pavilions" is the part signed by Liu Songnian."

"Although this half of your painting is not signed, considering the integrity of the collection, the value of this half of the painting in your hand will definitely not be low."

"A conservative estimate, 1.5 million, is definitely there!"

"So many?!" When Feng Qing'er heard this number, her eyes suddenly shone with excitement.

To be honest, more than one million is nothing to Feng Qing'er, but the key is that this money was not given by her family, but she picked it up by herself!

This is equivalent to a person whose monthly salary is five thousand, but he ends up picking up five hundred on the street.

Perhaps, most people feel that they would be happier to find that five hundred yuan than to give them a salary of five thousand yuan!

This is how Feng Qing'er feels at this time!

"Husband, you are great! I love you so much! Hahahaha..."

Feng Qing'er was so excited that she went up and hugged Chen Dong in her arms.

Suddenly, two huge and fulfilling feelings were introduced into Chen Dong's arms.

As Feng Qing'er beat, the two fullness swayed continuously, causing Chen Dong's heart to tremble for a while.

The boy-faced giant is really not something to hide...

Seeing Feng Qing'er shaking more and more fiercely, Chen Dong quickly stopped him and said: "Okay, stop jumping around here. If the boss comes around after seeing it later, he might give you the painting and take it back."

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When Feng Qing'er heard this, she was suddenly shocked.

"That's right! Let's leave quickly!"

As Feng Qing'er said this, she took Chen Dong's hand and ran forward as fast as she could to escape.

Chen Dong had no choice but to let this girl carry him forward.

However, before running very far, a sudden change occurred.

Among the crowd in front, a figure suddenly jumped out, and he happened to bump into Feng Qing'er.

Feng Qing'er couldn't dodge and was knocked aside by the opponent.

"Be careful!" Chen Dong had quick eyes and quick hands. He went up and grabbed Feng Qing'er.

Feng Qing'er's figure was temporarily stable and did not fall to the ground.

However, Feng Qing'er accidentally bumped into someone on the side because her movements were too big.

At this time, the strong man was carefully holding a wooden box more than one foot high in his hands.

When Feng Qing'er staggered, she bumped directly into the strong man.

The strong man lost his grip and heard a loud bang. The wooden box in his hand fell directly to the ground and broke into pieces on the spot.

Not only that, but something made of pottery in the wooden box also fell to pieces, making a cracking sound.

Feng Qing'er was startled by this sudden scene.

She knew that she must have caused trouble, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

But at this time, the strong man holding the box looked at the broken things on the ground, and his whole body became furious instantly.

"How can a grass-mud horse walk? It doesn't have eyes!"

Feng Qing'er didn't expect this strong man to have such a bad temper. She immediately put away her good face and shouted angrily: "Why are you swearing! I have already apologized to you!"

"Apologizing is useless!" The strong man said with a fierce look on his face, "I will kill you and apologize to you. Are you willing?!"

Feng Qing'er was so angry that she said, "You are obviously just trying to argue, okay?! Didn't I just break your things? I didn't say I wouldn't compensate!"

"Compensate?" The strong man sneered and said disdainfully: "Do you know how much this three-color Guanyin from the Tang Dynasty is worth?"

"Compensate? Can you fucking afford it?!"

When Feng Qing'er heard this, she was immediately unconvinced.
Chapter completed!