Best Assassin Son-in-law

"Jiang Feng, it's not a big deal if you can't get your hands on your present. Everyone knows your identity, and no one expects you, a take-out delivery, to deliver anything decent. But your slandering of my paintings is fake, and that's a moral issue." Soong Chongming said as he looked at Jiang Feng with contempt.    

    

"How could Young Master Song buy a fake painting? Jiang Feng, don't be impatient and just bite people." Chen Ou also chimed in on the side.    

    

"Hehe, a takeout is only this much. However, Wang Rou, I have to remind you that this husband of yours, your character is really not that great. It doesn't matter if you don't have the ability or not, your character is no good, I think you should think highly of your family's industry and not be fooled by someone who thinks well of you." Xu Ying spoke arrogantly without even looking at Jiang Feng.    

    

Everyone was also discussing Jiang Feng.    

    

Who would believe that Soong Chongming would come up with a fake painting to give to someone else? Jiang Feng was just a take-out delivery boy, and what did he know about antiques, he was just boasting for the sake of face.    

    

"If I say that your painting is fake, then it's fake." Jiang Feng said firmly.    

    

"Yo, I didn't expect that the takeout staff we usually get into contact with were all crouching tigers and hidden dragons. Jiang Feng is such an expert in the appraisal of antiques, we have truly witnessed it for ourselves." Soong Chongming said with a smile.    

    

"Jiang Feng, do you know who Tang Yinn is? Let me introduce you. Tang Yinn is Tang Bohu, one of the four great scholars. Chen Ou also mocked on the side.    

    

How could Soong Chongming listen to Jiang Feng's words? How could the paintings he bought from an acquaintance be fake?    

    

"You don't have to worry about that. I've seen Uncle Hu's real work before. I don't need you to teach me that this painting is fake. This is the truth." Jiang Feng was very sure.    

    

"Heh heh, you sure are stubborn. Jiang Feng, if this painting is real, how about you?" Soong Chongming said.    

    

"If this painting is real, then I will apologize to you. Not only that, I will also give you the money for this painting." Jiang Feng said calmly.    

    

"You're not young anymore, why did you suddenly ask? Can you afford two hundred thousand?" Soong Chongming looked at Jiang Feng with disdain.    

    

Who would believe that a take-out customer could come up with two hundred thousand? Even if he didn't eat or drink, he would still have to save up for several years.    

    

"Brother Song, your words are wrong. Although Jiang Feng doesn't have money, he has a rich wife. He is rather stubborn." Chen Ou mocked.    

    

"Right, how could I have forgotten about that? But Jiang Feng, if you boast about not discussing it with your wife and Lili doesn't pay for it, how are you going to deal with this?" Soong Chongming said with a smile.    

    

When everyone heard this, they all began to laugh.    

    

"You don't have to worry about that. He can afford two hundred thousand." Wang Rou said with a smile.    

    

Wang Rou was unconditionally supporting her husband, so Jiang Feng definitely wouldn't let her spend two hundred thousand.    

    

"Alright, this painting is right here. Please inspect it slowly." Soong Chongming said.    

    

"Wait a minute, you're so confident. What if this painting is fake? If you take out a fake painting to give to Ye Ling as your birthday present, I'm afraid it wouldn't be appropriate, and would damage your image. " Jiang Feng said.    

    

"Impossible, it's impossible for my painting to be fake. If you can prove that it's fake, I'll give you one million." Soong Chongming said.    

    

"Stop trying to stall for time. Jiang Feng, hurry up and come over. Dragging is useless." Chen Ou urged on the side.    

    

Soong Chongming and Chen Ou were singing the same tune, waiting to see Jiang Feng make a fool of himself. They were furious at the thought of what had happened to them.    

    

Now that Zhao Yixuan was gone, and Jiang Feng had given the opportunity to talk too much, Soong Chongming and Chen Ou would have to seize it and tidy up Jiang Feng.    

    

Jiang Feng walked in front of the painting at a leisurely pace, picked it up and tore it into pieces.    

    

"Jiang Feng, what are you doing!" Soong Chongming was startled by Jiang Feng's gesture.    

    

"Jiang Feng, I think you don't want to live anymore. You even dare to tear off the birthday present that Young Master Song gave to Ye Ling." Chen Ou also cursed.    

    

"Wang Rou, your husband is really cultivated. No wonder he can only send takeaway food. To be honest, if it was me, I wouldn't even let you send my takeaway food." "Everyone, look at Jiang Feng, is that okay? How can someone like him sit and eat with us?" Xu Ying said in disgust.    

    

"Don't worry. Everyone take a good look. How many layers does this painting have?" Jiang Feng said leisurely.    

    

Ye Ling was the closest to him, so she was the first to take it.    

    

"Three layers, two layers are a bit thick, and the other layer is very thin." Ye Ling looked at the torn painting and said.    

    

"What can the third floor do?" Jiang Feng, what do you mean by tearing up the picture! " Soong Chongming continued.    

    

"The ancient paintings have two layers. If one has three layers of intelligence, it would mean that the thinnest layer is a copy of a modern art piece. This kind of painting can be seen everywhere. The only difference is that it has been made old." Ye Ling analyzed.    

    

"Miss Ye knows. He is indeed an expert. It seems like we have been deceived, or are we just going to prepare a fake painting to be substandard?" Jiang Feng asked Soong Chongming sharply.    

    

"This... This, my friend sold it to me, how could it be fake! " He didn't believe Jiang Feng's words, but it was hard not to believe Ye Ling's.    

    

Ye Ling was very accomplished with her collection of antiques. She could tell the truth from most of the calligraphy and paintings. Since she said that it was fake …    

    

"Young Master Song, it's alright. You can take it out and have it appraised by a professional. See if what we've said is true or not." Jiang Feng continued.    

    

Soong Chongming did not know what to do. He knew that this painting was definitely fake.    

    

Right now, Soong Chongming just wanted to sell the painting to him. This guy rushed over and beat him up to vent his anger.    

    

"No …" No need, Miss Ye already said that it was fake, what else can I say? " Soong Chongming said helplessly.    

    

"Master Song, the million you mentioned just now is still okay. I only wanted to remind you about the money so that you wouldn't fall for it again. However, you have to bet on the money. You can't blame me for that." Jiang Feng said with a smile.    

    

"Yes, yes."    

    

With so many people watching, Soong Chongming didn't have the face to repudiate the bill and had to grit his teeth and pass the money over to Jiang Feng.    

    

A million! Soong Chongming could only get one million a year in the company, but now he had given it away all of a sudden. Soong Chongming's heart was bleeding.    

    

Jiang Feng stared at the screen of his phone. After confirming that he received the transfer, he closed the phone happily.    

    

"Then I'll have to thank young master Song. Young master Song is generous indeed. I really admire him, but you still have to learn how to look at antiques. Don't be fooled again."    

    

Jiang Feng said to Soong Chongming with a smile.