Hong Kong is in full swing

He invited dozens of appraisers to identify the antique collections brought by the sellers, and was very quick to pay for the authentic items. He also set up temporary auctions and had many transaction records.

Yu Wan and the other two were only concerned about the painting and were not very interested in other antiques.

In desperation, they could only follow Lan Kwai Fong's rhythm and wait until the evening to find out who could take the painting away.

Yu Wan didn't have much money and knew nothing about antiques, so she couldn't tell which ones were real and which ones were fake.

She looked up at Wei Size, and Wei Size looked at Wei Zhenting.

Wei Zhenting coughed dryly and said, "I don't know much about antiques."

Three outsiders looked at each other, and no one did anything.

After waiting for more than an hour, Wei Zhenting lost his patience.

His time is very valuable. Even if he waits until dark and still doesn't know whether he can get a free painting, it's better to just bid directly.

When Yu Wan learned of his idea, she quickly dissuaded him and suggested that he could leave first and then see who could get the painting and borrow it to look at it.

Wei Zhenting glanced at the young woman, turned and looked at his son. Wei Size nodded calmly, and then he left.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, news came from the gallery opposite that "Meal Lying on the Clouds" had been acquired by a wealthy businessman from Hong Kong.

The Wei family acted quickly and borrowed the painting to the villa that night. Yu Wan and Wei Size rushed over immediately.

Wei Size asked Wei Zhenting to take out the original painting he had given him before, and everyone set up the table to compare.

"How about it?"

Yu Wan stood up straight, "This technique is simply superb."

Even she couldn't tell which one was real and which one was fake.

Wei Size frowned, "The real thing has been in your hands the whole time, and you didn't even notice the difference."

He looked at the two paintings on the table, his eyes filled with confusion. "In other words, as long as Lan Guifang doesn't say anything, whichever one they want to call the real one is the real one."

Yu Wan's eyes were also confused.

More than that.

They can even turn the real Lan Kwai Fong into a fake one.

Confusing the real with the fake, concealing the truth.

"We can't just give this painting away like this."

The two turned to Wei Zhenting at the same time.

After listening for a while, Wei Zhenting roughly understood the whole story.

He frowned and said to Wei Size, "Follow me."

After saying that, he walked towards the study. Wei Size gave Yu Wan a reassuring look and followed him.

After entering the study, Wei Zhenting said directly: "Don't worry about this matter. I feel that the chain of interests involved behind it is very complicated."

This is the keen sense of potential danger of a veteran who has been in the business world for many years.

Wei Size was silent for a moment and then asked, "Then how are you going to deal with it?"

Wei Zhenting simply said: "There are many excellent painters in China."

"understood."

Wei Zhenting continued, "I'll take care of the painting issue, so please don't get too involved."

Wei Size agreed.

After leaving the study, Wei Zhenting said, "Miss, let me take care of the painting. It's so late now, you should go back and get some rest."

Yu Wan nodded, "Thank you for troubling Mr. Wei."

When she stood up and prepared to leave, Wei Size said, "I'll take you there."

Wei Zhenting glanced at him and said nothing more.

When Wei Size was driving his own car to take Yu Wan home, she received a call from the Qiao family, who tentatively asked her what impact Duan Fei's newly opened store would have on them.

Yu Wan knew the Qiao family was hesitating again, so she asked directly, "Does my dad plan to invest in Duan Fei?"

Qiao Xuwen said confidently, "If you could work harder with Wei Size, I wouldn't have to invest money in Duan Fei."

Yu Wan raised her eyebrows. "From what you said, the money has already been given out, right?"

Qiao Xuwen changed the subject: "There was a rumor today that Duan Fei's store earned over 50 million in a single day. Is this true?"

Yu Wan chuckled, "That's true."

After getting the answer he wanted, Qiao Xuwen felt much more at ease. He said something casually and hung up the phone.

Holding the phone, Yu Wan suddenly laughed.

Wei Size caught a glimpse of this scene through the rearview mirror in the car, "What are you laughing at?"

"It is nothing special."

I just found a reason to get rid of Duan Fei.

After Wei Size sent Yu Wan home, he just stepped into the yard and found that the light in Wei Zhenting's study on the third floor was still on.

This light not only illuminates his way home, but also seems to foreshadow what he is about to face.

At this time, the housekeeper Uncle De slowly walked over with a gentle smile on his face: "Master, you are back. The old man is waiting for you upstairs."

"Thank you, Uncle De."

Wei Size smiled and nodded in thanks, then turned and walked up the stairs, step by step towards the source of light.

I came to the study, knocked on the door gently, and then pushed it open gently.

I saw Wei Zhenting with his head down, writing on a piece of spotless white rice paper with a slender and simple brush. A faint fragrance mixed with the scent of ink and tea wafted to my face.

"come in."

The old man didn't look up at him.

Wei Size walked quietly to the desk and sat down on a wooden chair next to it.

I picked up the small porcelain cup that was still steaming and poured myself a cup of hot tea. The warmth slowly spread from my fingertips to my whole body.

As the rising white smoke gradually became thinner, my father's calm voice suddenly rang in my ears: "What do you think about those scrolls?"

After hearing this, Wei Size's movements paused for a moment, as if he was lost in deep thought.

"I think," he said slowly, his eyes resolute, "we can just hand these two treasures over to Mr. Li Liyang to deal with, and let them worry about this matter themselves."

Wei Zhenting raised his chin slightly, looked at his only son with a sharp gaze, and then nodded in affirmation: "This idea does sound good."

Then, he changed the subject: "But, this is not a smart thing to do."

Seeing his father's expression suddenly change, Wei Size couldn't help but feel a little confused and puzzled, "Dad, I don't quite understand what you mean..."

Seeing this, Wei Zhenting couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Don't you even know where your problem lies?"

"It's not very clear."

The young face is full of sincerity and confusion.

"Okay, let me explain it to you."

At this point, Wei Zhenting put down his pen, crossed his hands on the table, and spoke seriously, "How can you be so sure that the painting the girl brought you is real?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Size just pursed his lips and did not answer immediately.

Seeing this, Wei Zhenting raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you in a bad mood?"

Wei Size sighed softly: "It's okay, I understand."

"Don't give me these useless words. Have you forgotten who taught you the principles of life and work?"

Wei Zhenting's tone was stern but also concerned, "You thought she wouldn't cheat you, so you thought what you got was the authentic one.