471: C471 There Was Still a Sliver of Hope

C471 There Was Still a Sliver of Hope

"Dad, I will never marry anyone but Lin Fei. Just agree to let me be with him!" Xiao Qianrou held onto her father's arm as she said this in a spoiled manner.

"QianRou, there are still outsiders here. We can discuss the matter between you and Lin Fei in private." Xiao Wen Chang patted her daughter's hands and advised her.

On the other side.

After hearing Xiao Qianrou say that she wasn't going to marry that little peasant, he felt like vomiting blood.

In his heart, the goddess of aloofness must marry a small peasant?

This was like a fantasy story.

If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he would have been beaten to death. He couldn't believe that the famous Little Heavenly Queen Xiao Qianrou from the north and south was going to marry Lin Fei.

Furthermore, Xiao Qianrou's attitude was very, very resolute. He wouldn't marry a peasant like Lin Fei.

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Yu Guozhong laughed heartily and said:

"Leader Xiao, let's talk about your family matters later. I will first appraise the Ten Thousand Horses Pentium that Lin Fei brought with him."

In fact, Yu Guozhong could no longer wait to appraise the Ten-Thousand Horses Pentium that Lin Fei brought with him.

Previously, when he saw that Lin Fei was just a small farmer, he had no interest in appraising the two gifts that Lin Fei had brought with him.

This was because he felt that the gift that Lin Fei, a small farmer, had brought was definitely fake.

However, just now, he had appraised the pair of diamond earrings that Lin Fei had brought. After discovering that it was real, he had held onto a sliver of hope that Lin Fei's Ten-Thousand Horses Pentium was real.

As far as he was concerned, this kind of hope was very, very slim.

Other people might not know how precious the Ten-Thousand Horses Pentium Painting that Zhang Daqian drew himself was, but he knew it very well.

It was not an exaggeration to say that Zhang Daqian's painting of the Ten-Thousand Horses Pentium was a gem in the history of the world.

Currently, the Ten Thousand Horses Pentium drawn by Zhang Daqian could be sold at an auction for a sky-high price of five hundred million yuan.

If he were to encounter a few big buyers fighting over him, the price of one billion might not be impossible.

In the past two years, there had been dozens of people who had come looking for him to appraise Zhang Daqian's Ten-Thousand Horses Rushing Tsunami.

However, all the paintings they brought with them were fake.

Some paintings weren't much different from real ones.

However, it was still unable to escape his Fiery Eyes of Truth.

Therefore, he only had a sliver of hope that the Ten Thousand Horses Pentium diagram that Lin Fei had brought with him was real.

"Alright, Elder Yu, hurry and appraise it." Xiao Wen Chang couldn't wait any longer. He also liked calligraphy and paintings a lot, so he had a certain level of knowledge in calligraphy and paintings as well.

However, compared to Yu Guozhong, his little bit of knowledge was obviously not worth mentioning.

Just as Xiao Wen Chang finished speaking.

Yu Siyong then said mockingly, "Lin Fei, if the painting you brought is really the Ten Thousand Horses Pentium drawn by Zhang Dajian, I will call you grandpa three times."

Yu Siyong also had a little understanding of the Ten-thousand Horses Pentium Painting drawn by Zhang Daqian.

Even though he hadn't seen much of it, he had heard his father, Yu Honglang, mention it before.

In his memory, the painting of the Ten-Thousand Horses and Tendons that Zhang Daqian had personally painted was worth at least two hundred million.2

200 million!

Or at least.

How could Lin Fei, a small farmer, have something so valuable?

To take a step back, even if Lin Fei, this little peasant, had the dog shit luck and obtained the Ten Thousand Horses Pentium map that Zhang Daqian had personally drawn, would he be willing to give it to someone else?

There was no way he could give it to someone else.

Even his father, Yu Honglang, the head of Jianghai Province couldn't bear to be rich like his own family. How could a small farmer like Lin Fei be willing to be rich?

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