Supreme Hidden Dragon in the City
Chapter 270 This Painting is a Fake

Chapter 270: Chapter 270 This Painting is a Fake

Chen Fan looked puzzled and asked, "What are you laughing at? Is there a problem?"

Chen Junhao walked up to Chen Fan, took the "Riding Donkey Thinking of Returning Painting," and asked, "You say this painting is an authentic work of Tang Bohu?"

Chen Fan nodded, "Yes, this painting is indeed by the hand of Tang Bohu."

Chen Junhao let out a cold laugh and directly threw the painting far away, "Chen Fan, if you didn’t want to give grandfather a gift, that’s fine, but bringing a fake painting here to fool everyone, what’s that supposed to mean?"

He turned his head to look at Chen Deshou, "Grandfather, I think Chen Fan is here deliberately to upset you. Coming here to cause trouble on your seventieth birthday, he probably doesn’t want you to live a long life. In my opinion, we should just kick him out of the Chen family!"

Chen Deshou looked sternly at Chen Fan and nodded, "Good! Today, I will expel this source of trouble from the Chen family. From now on, he will have nothing more to do with our Chen family!"

Chen Fan furrowed his brow, "Grandfather, what do you mean? Don’t you like this painting?"

Chen Junhao smiled, picked up the painting in front of Chen Deshou, unfolded it for Chen Fan to see, and said, "Take a good look, this is the real ’Riding Donkey Thinking of Returning Painting.’ Yours is nothing more than a crude imitation. Do you think grandfather would like a fake painting?"

Chen Fan looked surprised, not expecting that they would also have a "Riding Donkey Thinking of Returning Painting."

He activated his Heavenly Eye and carefully examined the painting in Chen Junhao’s hands, and immediately determined that it was a modern imitation.

"The one you’re holding is the imitation, with such obvious traces of modern craftsmanship, and the technique is so rough that anyone with a bit of knowledge could tell. And you took it for a genuine piece, throwing away the painting I bought—is this some kind of joke?" Chen Fan said coldly.

Chen Junhao glared at him, "What nonsense are you spouting here! This painting was personally appraised by grandfather and is definitely an authentic work of Tang Bohu. Are you questioning grandfather’s judgment?"

Chen Fan looked astonished, turned his head to Chen Deshou, and found that Chen Deshou’s face had become so dark it seemed almost to drip water.

"Grandfather’s judgment is really not that great," he lamented inwardly.

"Grandfather, I sincerely came today to celebrate your birthday. I spent three million on this ’Riding Donkey Thinking of Returning Painting,’ it can’t be fake. If you compare the two paintings carefully, you’ll see," Chen Fan said.

"Enough!" Chen Deshou slammed the table and glared at Chen Fan, "Chen Fan, what else can you do now besides spouting lies? Having you as part of the Chen family is a true disgrace!"

"My mind is made up. From now on, you are no longer a member of the Chen family. Leave now, and don’t bother me again!"

Wang Suyun saw Chen Deshou getting seriously angry and became anxious, quickly trying to explain, "Old master, Chen Fan didn’t lie, he showed me the receipt, and that painting really did cost three million!"

Chen Deshou said coldly, "Don’t perform this act with him here. Acting this way will only deepen my dislike."

Wang Suyun wanted to say more but was stopped by Chen Fan.

Chen Fan stared at Chen Deshou and asked, "Grandfather, do you really intend to drive me out of the Chen family?"

Chen Deshou stated firmly, "Indeed!"

Chen Fan sighed, "Well, all I want to say is, I hope you won’t regret this decision one day."

Chen Junhao scoffed, "Chen Fan, do you think you’re in a position to say such things? Let me tell you, the Chen family is on the verge of great prosperity, the only one who will regret is you!"

Without another word, Chen Fan went over to pick up the "Riding Donkey Thinking of Returning Painting" he had bought and, in front of Chen Deshou, tore it in two.

Seeing this, Wang Suyun’s face changed dramatically, "Chen Fan, that’s something worth three million!"

Chen Fan chuckled and said, "Mom, three million is just a drop in the bucket for me; there’s no need to fret."

Then, he looked at Chen Deshou, "You can have someone authenticate this painting later. I bought it for you with good intentions to celebrate your birthday, yet you treated it like a fake. With that, our grandfather-grandson relationship has come to an end!"

After speaking, he threw the painting on the ground and turned to leave the Chen family mansion with Wang Suyun.

Chen Junhao curled his lips and said, "If he really bought this painting for three million, there’s no way he would tear it up. It’s precisely because it’s a fake that he had the audacity to rip it up so readily, putting on airs like he’s all high and mighty. Ridiculous!"

Many people in the Chen family nodded in agreement. In their eyes, no one would be willing to tear up a painting worth three million. Chen Fan’s actions proved that the painting was indeed a fake.

"Grandpa, don’t get angry over that fool; he’s not worth it. Besides, we still have the genuine ’Riding Donkey Thinking of Returning Painting’, right? We only spent a hundred thousand to buy a real Tang Bohu. We should be happy about that," Chen Junhao said, smiling to comfort Chen Deshou.

Chen Deshou nodded, glanced at the painting Chen Junhao had bought, and nodded with satisfaction, "Chen Fan is just a loser, how could he possibly understand the intricacies of ancient paintings? He’s just spouting nonsense."

Zhao Chunlan echoed, "Exactly, today is the old master’s seventieth birthday, a good day that shouldn’t be spoiled by that waste Chen Fan. Let’s all toast to the old master together!"

The atmosphere in the courtyard quickly returned to its lively state.

Not long after, an elderly man with white hair, wearing a traditional Chinese jacket, arrived in the courtyard.

Upon seeing him, Chen Deshou immediately got up to greet him, "Master Guan, you’ve finally arrived, we have all been waiting for you."

Guan Shutong smiled and said, "I got held up by some last-minute affairs and arrived a little late. Please forgive me, Chen."

Chen Deshou laughed, "Please have a seat, Master Guan. Your presence already honors me, no matter how late you are, you are always warmly welcome."

After sitting down, Guan Shutong asked, "Chen, did you really manage to acquire the authentic ’Riding Donkey Thinking of Returning Painting’?"

Chen Deshou showed a hint of pride and said, "Naturally."

Guan Shutong let out a laugh and said, "Congratulations then. Speaking of ’Riding Donkey Thinking of Returning Painting’, it reminds me of an amusing incident. Yesterday, while I was on Antique Street, a guy named Liu San told me that three fools mistook his replica sold for three hundred yuan for Tang Bohu’s original and actually paid a hundred thousand for it. It’s truly laughable."

The smile on Chen Deshou’s face froze.

Chen Junhao and Zhao Chunlan next to him also looked stunned.

Zhao Chunlan moved closer to Chen Junhao and whispered, "Doesn’t what Master Guan said sound a lot like us?"

Chen Junhao said, "I don’t know, it might just be a coincidence."

Seeing Chen Deshou fall silent, Guan Shutong said, "Chen, what are you waiting for? Hurry and bring out the ’Riding Donkey Thinking of Returning Painting’ for me to appraise."

Chen Deshou thought it should just be a coincidence, then with a smile, he took out the ’Riding Donkey Thinking of Returning Painting’ and placed it in front of Guan Shutong, "Master Guan, have a good look. I’ve examined it several times; this is absolutely an authentic Tang Bohu."

Guan Shutong put on his glasses and carefully examined the painting. Soon, he frowned and turned to give Chen Deshou a strange look.

Chen Deshou asked with a smile, "What do you think? Isn’t it impressive?"

However, he heard Guan Shutong say, "Chen, you must be joking with me. You present me with a fake painting to test my eyesight?"

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