After divorcing my celebrity wife, I became the world's richest person

"Inscriptions personally penned by Gu Kaizhi at the end of the Ming and beginning of the Qing Dynasty, Zuo Zongtang's vast desert mountain and river map from the late Qing period, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty's own painting of vibrant springtime..."

Chen Yu listed every piece of calligraphy and painting, then fixed the middle-aged man with a threatening gaze.

"I just want to know which one of these paintings is a fake? If you can point out one today, not only can you take all the paintings here, but I'll also pay you ten billion."

The middle-aged man was stunned and couldn't utter a word.

He was, of course, aware that all these paintings were authentic; his coming here to cause trouble was purely deliberate, with the intention of taking all the paintings away.

Chen Yu didn't indulge him, but immediately stepped forward and grabbed his shoulder.

"But if you can't pick one out, then you'll have to buy them at the market price outside."

The middle-aged man's breathing became rapid, and the bodyguards who followed him had already been controlled by the people present.

"Fine, today is just my bad luck!"

The man was generous, counting out a number of bank drafts and handing them over to Chen Yu.

Carrying so many bank drafts and being able to appear on Tianhu Mountain was enough to prove this middle-aged man's extraordinary identity.

But Chen Yu didn't care about that; it was this guy who had bullied a young girl.

"Brother, those calligraphy and paintings are indeed fake, drawn by my father's own hand, not ancient originals!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present widened their eyes, especially the middle-aged man, who glared at Chen Yu with a furious gaze.

In fact, the moment Chen Yu first saw those paintings, he had already known their authenticity; he just wanted to fleece the man extensively.

Who would have thought that the young girl would be so honest and reveal the truth?

The middle-aged man was instantly enraged and pulled out a dagger from somewhere.

"Alright, you little brat, daring to scam my money, I'm going to kill you!"

Just as he was about to make a move, the surrounding crowd encircled him once more, and his bodyguards were also firmly restrained.

With no other choice, the man sighed helplessly, "Fine, you guys are ruthless. Next time I come, I'm definitely going to smash Tianhu Mountain!"

Only after the man had left did Chen Yu finally breathe a sigh of relief and turned to pat the young girl's shoulder.

"Little sister, did you rush here to sell the paintings to get money for your father's treatment?"

Chen Yu had taken advantage of the brief interlude to scan the young girl's brain with the system.

Tears almost seeped from the girl's eyes: "My father suddenly became immobile, and we don't know what illness he has."

Chen Yu touched the girl's little head: "Take brother to see him!"

At the foot of Tianhu Mountain's side, there is a small town where many ordinary people live.

Located at the foot of a fairyland mountain, the place was imbued with a unique aura, and every person was glowing with health.

However, the people here seemed somewhat disconnected from the outside world, wearing many old clothes, still from the Republic of China period.

Chen Yu quickly followed the young girl to a rundown wooden house.

A man, frail and with a dark complexion, continually coughed as he leaned on the bed.

"Daddy, I brought a brother back with me; he said he can cure your illness."

As soon as the girl entered the room, she picked up the water on the table and brought it to the man.

Chen Yu didn't immediately ask about the illness but looked around the room instead.

He noticed that the walls were filled with famous paintings from various dynasties, obviously all fake!

However, on some paintings at the bottom, you could see Liu Zhongxiang's signature.

That must be the young girl's father's name.

However, based on the workmanship and the techniques used to age the paintings, Liu Zhongxiang must be a master.

Chen Yu took a moment to adjust his breathing before stepping forward to grab Liu Zhongxiang's wrist directly.

"Your body seems to be poisoned. It must have been the mercury during the painting and calligraphy work!"

Liu Zhongxiang let out a chuckle.

"I know my own body, and besides, I've made so many fake paintings, it's only karma from the heavens."

Chen Yu didn't see it that way, even if the poisoning was during the process of making the paintings, it shouldn't be so severe.

Someone must be out to harm him.

Chen Yu didn't care about that and took out paper and pen to write a prescription.

Just as he was about to leave to collect the medicine, a group of burly men suddenly burst through the door.

These men, fierce-looking as demons, held large pieces of lumber, and stood blocking the entrance.

"Liu, get out here, the stuff you sold us last time wasn't right and we've had it returned. You're going to repay us tenfold according to the rules."

Chen Yu frowned. The man was already in such a state, yet these brutes still had the audacity to come demanding debts, utterly inhumane.

Liu Zhongxiang coughed a few times and struggled out of bed, preparing to go outside.

Chen Yu immediately patted his shoulder, "Stay here, I'll take care of the rest."

Liu Zhongxiang's eyes widened. He and Chen Yu were neither relatives nor close friends; he was just someone his daughter had brought home for medical treatment.

Yet he cared so much! This shouldn't be!

Besides, Chen Yu seemed to know nothing!

To Liu Zhongxiang's surprise, as soon as Chen Yu reached the doorway, he pointed at the thugs and shouted.

"Where's Li Guokai? Get him out here!"

Liu Zhongxiang was stunned; he never expected Chen Yu to know Li Guokai.

Soon, a portly, round man emerged from the crowd.

"Who the hell are you? Where's Liu Zhongxiang? Tell him to come out."

Chen Yu eyed Li Guokai from top to bottom and took two steps forward.

"I'll be taking responsibility for his matters, and besides, I already have evidence of you poisoning him! You have two options, take your men and scram, or I'll go to Tianhu Mountain and call the Heavenly Master to deal with this."

Li Guokai's eyes bulged, not expecting Chen Yu to be aware of this.

"Kid, a word of advice, don't meddle in what doesn't concern you, otherwise, you won't leave here alive!"

Chen Yu snorted coldly; he had already scanned the brains of these people.

In other words, he held the advantage.

"Liu Zhong might make fake paintings, but he never sold them as real ones. But you, you not only stole his work and put it on display at the exhibition, you also wanted to silence him by killing him!"

Li Guokai's heart skipped a beat, fear creeping into his eyes.

He couldn't fathom how an outsider knew so much about his deeds.

Before he had time to react, Chen Yu advanced closer, tapped his shoulder with a finger.

The portly body lay twitching on the ground.

"All of you, wait here for me. No one dares to leave or let anyone into this room until I come back, or his fate will be yours."

These men were just hired goons paid by Li Guokai, they had never seen such a display and were already scared out of their wits.

They naturally split into two groups to guard the door, daring not to relax for even a moment.