Supreme Hidden Dragon in the City
Chapter 268 Riding Donkey Thinking of Returning Painting

Chapter 268: Chapter 268 Riding Donkey Thinking of Returning Painting

Antique Street.

Sun Yuze looked at Chen Fan with a bizarre expression and asked, "Chen Fan, you’re not out of your mind, are you? That painting is worth three million, you really want to buy it?"

Chen Fan nodded with a smile, "Otherwise, why would I ask you to come here? Hurry up and take me to the seller."

Sun Yuze couldn’t believe his eyes as he looked at Chen Fan, his childhood friend he had grown up with. He felt like he must have heard wrong.

But seeing that Chen Fan wasn’t joking, he led Chen Fan towards deeper into Antique Street.

"The one selling the painting is an out-of-towner. Apparently, there’s been some trouble at home, and they’re in urgent need of money. Three million is already a 20% discount, and not many people know about this deal yet. If you really manage to buy it, you could flip it for a big profit," said Sun Yuze as they walked.

Chen Fan just smiled and said, "I’m buying this painting as a birthday gift for my grandfather."

Sun Yuze was full of astonishment, wondering if Chen Fan was playing a joke on him. Spending three million on a gift, even a multimillionaire wouldn’t dare do that.

Soon, the two arrived in front of a vintage three-story building, which had "Qizhen Pavilion" written on it.

Sun Yuze hesitated before speaking, "The painting should be on the third floor of the Qizhen Pavilion, but I’ve heard that only the truly wealthy can go up there. To get upstairs, you have to prove your net worth, and those with less than ten million are not allowed up. Chen Fan, are you sure you want to go?"

Chen Fan walked straight in, "Let’s move quickly, before someone else ends up buying the painting."

Sun Yuze had no choice but to follow him inside.

The two reached the entrance to the third floor where a table was placed, with a computer on it and a young lady sitting in front of the table.

Sun Yuze stepped forward and politely said, "Hello, we’d like to go to the third floor."

The lady glanced up at Sun Yuze and Chen Fan, a hint of contempt flashing in her eyes, she said, "The third floor isn’t for people like you. Just browse around the first and second floors and don’t touch anything. Everything here is an antique, and if you break it, you won’t be able to afford it."

Sun Yuze’s face turned embarrassed as he turned to look at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan took out his bank card and handed it over saying, "To go to the third floor, one needs to prove their assets, right? Please check mine."

The young lady was speechless, saying, "To go up to the third floor, you need to have over ten million in assets. It’s not as simple as just swiping a bank card. I’ve never seen such a flashy card before, and this couldn’t possibly be a fake card, could it?"

Sun Yuze tugged at Chen Fan, "Chen Fan, let’s just forget it."

Chen Fan said to the lady, "You haven’t even checked yet. How do you know I don’t have over ten million in assets?"

The lady pursed her lips and said, "Okay, fine, I’ll check for you. People like you come by several times a day. No matter how convincing you act, the balance on your bank card won’t lie. What’s the point of doing this?"

As she spoke, she took Chen Fan’s bank card and conducted the verification.

When she saw the long string of zeros pop up on the computer screen, the young lady paused for a moment.

She rubbed her eyes hard and leaned close to the screen to confirm she wasn’t seeing things before beginning to count how many zeros were there.

"Ten... billion, ten billion..."

Though Chen Fan had a hundred billion in the bank, his bank card still had several billion left, so he was not worried about running out of money.

"Can we go up now?" Chen Fan asked.

The lady swallowed hard, then quickly stood up and bowed respectfully to Chen Fan, saying, "Please come in, sir! Please come in!"

Sun Yuze stood there dumbfounded, muttering to himself, "Does Chen Fan’s card really have a balance of over a hundred billion?"

Chen Fan took back his bank card and said with a smile to Sun Yuze, "Let’s go up."

About an hour later.

Chen Fan held a scroll in his hand, looking quite satisfied as he and Sun Yuze left the Qizhen Tower.

He had already used the Heavenly Eye to verify the painting and confirmed it was indeed an authentic work by Tang Bohu.

Sun Yuze had been utterly perplexed throughout the entire process.

The scenes of Chen Fan nonchalantly transferring three million yuan to someone without even blinking replayed in his mind, feeling like a dream.

"Chen Fan, pinch me, I’m not dreaming, am I?" Sun Yuze spoke up.

Chen Fan said with a smile, "No, you’re not."

Sun Yuze swallowed hard and stared directly at Chen Fan, "Chen Fan, everything you said to Jiang Ning the day you came back, was it all true?"

Chen Fan nodded with a smile.

Sun Yuze took a deep breath, feeling an urge to cry, and he patted Chen Fan’s shoulder hard, saying, "Man, you’ve really given me the biggest surprise! You, me, Zhipeng, everyone always made fun of us, even parents told their kids not to learn from us three, but you’ve finally made us proud!"

Chen Fan laughed out loud and asked, "Did you hear about the Qingfan Pharmaceuticals branch’s press conference?"

Sun Yuze nodded, "I heard about it, why are you asking?"

Chen Fan gave a mysterious smile, "The conference is next week, and you must attend, I have a surprise prepared for you."

With that, Chen Fan walked toward the edge of Antique Street.

Sun Yuze was completely baffled, chasing after Chen Fan to ask what the surprise was, but Chen Fan simply refused to say more.

Not long after the two had left Antique Street, Chen Deshou arrived there accompanied by Chen Junhao and Zhao Chunlan.

"Elder, don’t be mad at that rascal Chen Fan anymore, who knows if he bought that villa with some dirty money. We needn’t be envious. You like antiques and paintings, right? We’re here today to accompany you around Antique Street. If you see anything you like, have Junhao buy it for you as a gift for your birthday," Zhao Chunlan said.

Chen Deshou nodded, looking pleased at Chen Junhao, "Compared to that scourge Chen Fan, you’re much more to my liking."

Chen Junhao smiled, "Grandpa, listen to you, it’s all because you taught me well."

As the three of them walked passed a stall selling paintings, Chen Deshou’s gaze fell onto one of the paintings, and he was momentarily transfixed.

Chen Junhao asked in confusion, "Grandpa, what’s wrong?"

"Riding Donkey Thinking of Returning Painting, this... this is an original Tang Bohu!" Chen Deshou excitedly exclaimed.

Chen Junhao’s eyes widened, "Really? Are you sure?"

Chen Deshou glared dissatisfiedly at Chen Junhao, "What? Are you doubting my judgment? I watch Tang Bohu’s originals online every day, I’m thoroughly familiar with his style; this painting is definitely authentic!"

Chen Junhao’s eyes shifted as he said, "Then I’ll go buy this painting for you, Grandpa, as a celebration for your 70th birthday."

Chen Deshou nodded, "No matter what the seller is asking, just buy it. If he’s just hanging up this painting like this, he’s definitely not one who knows its worth. We’re making a fortune this time!"

Chen Junhao agreed, went up to the stall, and pointed at the Riding Donkey Thinking of Returning Painting, asking, "Boss, how much for this painting?"

A sneer flashed across the stall owner’s eyes. He had been watching Chen Deshou and had guessed this was another faker who didn’t know any better.

So, he simply said with a bold demand, "One hundred thousand."

Without a second thought, Chen Junhao said, "Deal, wrap it up for me."

The stall owner could hardly contain his joy, thinking, "Indeed, an ignorant fool! This fake painting that cost me three hundred yuan, someone is willing to pay a hundred thousand for it. Today is truly my lucky day!"