I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!

22: Chapter 22 Encountering Liu Feng_1 22: Chapter 22 Encountering Liu Feng_1 Editor: Henyee Translations Seeing Han Deming leave, Shen Dong got into a taxi and headed for the hotel he had booked.

Once in the hotel room, Shen Dong immediately made a WeChat video call to Chen Yuyan.

It was agreed upon that he would report to Chen Yuyan as soon as he arrived.

Now was the noon break, so he sent a WeChat video call directly.

If it were during working hours, he would have sent a message.

“Husband, have you arrived?” Chen Yuyan’s pretty face appeared on the phone screen.

“Yes, I have.

Have you had lunch?” Shen Dong asked with concern.

“Not yet, I’m about to go with a colleague.” Chen Yuyan replied.

“I have arrived, so you don’t need to worry.

You go have lunch with your colleague.

I’m also hungry and planning to eat out,” Shen Dong said.

“Alright, come back early,” Chen Yuyan said.

“Alright,” Shen Dong ended the WeChat video call.

After getting ready, Shen Dong left the hotel.

As he was alone, there weren’t many requirements for dining; he casually found a noodle shop.

The hotel he booked was not far from the venue of the artifact appraisal event, which now attracted many people.

The noodle shop was very busy, with no vacant seats.

Shen Dong could only sit across from two middle-aged men.

“Bro, do you think those experts can really determine whether our painting is authentic or fake?” one of the middle-aged men said.

“They definitely can.

Those people have been on TV.

If they didn’t have the skill, how would the TV station dare to invite them to do appraisals?” the other middle-aged man replied.

“I hope so,” the middle-aged man clearly had some doubts about the experts invited by the TV stations.

“Fellows, are you here to participate in the artifact appraisal event and have experts evaluate your works?”

Hearing their conversation, Shen Dong’s curiosity was piqued, and he asked.

If these two men’s paintings were authentic, he could appraise them; there might be a chance to pick up a bargain.

“Yes, that’s right, young man.

Are you here for the same reason?” the middle-aged man asked.

“No, I’m here for tourism, just looking to join in the fun,” Shen Dong replied with a smile, making up an excuse.

“You young people just love to join in on the hustle and bustle,” the middle-aged man shook his head.

“Fellows, my name is Shen Dong.

May I ask for your names?” Shen Dong inquired.

“I’m Wu Feng, and this is my brother Wu Shan,” one of the middle-aged men introduced himself.

Wu Feng!

Shen Dong’s eyebrows rose.

Shit, could his luck be this good?

Wasn’t this the Wu Feng mentioned in the system message, the one whose painting was deliberately appraised as a fake by Mr.

Zhao and then scammed by Zhao Anhua?

Thinking this, Shen Dong suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked, “Brother Wu, I heard you mention that you’ve brought a painting.

Could I take a look at it?”

“This…” The Wu brothers exchanged glances, seeming a bit hesitant.

“Brother, I’m very interested in antiques, just wanted to have a look.

If it’s inconvenient for you, then never mind,” Shen Dong said with a smile.

Anyway, now that he knew the two men, there was no need to rush.

He could just wait at the event and then approach the men after the appraisal was done.

“There’s nothing inconvenient about it.

Since you’re interested, young man, here, take a look,” Wu Feng opened the painting.

The painting wasn’t large – an artwork by Lu Kang, a great painter from the Song Dynasty titled “The Beacon Fire Map.”

“Very nice,” Shen Dong nodded in approval.

“Young man, can you tell if it’s authentic?” Wu Feng asked.

“It looks real, but to be certain whether it is real, we still need some professional methods to appraise it.”

As soon as Shen Dong saw this artwork, basic information about it flashed through his mind.

This “The Beacon Fire Map” was indeed authentic.

However, he couldn’t give a definite answer.

It did not align with the purpose of his trip this time.

“That’s true, the experts at the treasure appraisal conference can take care of the appraisal,” Wu Feng said as he put away the painting.

After eating noodles, both parties left the noodle shop one after another.

Shen Dong followed the two men from a distance to the site of the treasure appraisal conference.

Many people were in line with their family antiques, waiting for the conference’s experts to appraise them.

The Wu brothers were waiting at the end of the line.

Considering the length of the queue, they would have to wait at least an hour.

Shen Dong was not in a hurry and started strolling around the area.

By chance, he saw Chen Yuting and Liu Chao.

“How come these two are here?” Shen Dong frowned slightly.

When he spotted them, they also noticed him.

“Shen Dong, what are you doing here?” the two approached, and Chen Yuting asked.

“Can’t I just come to look around?” Shen Dong retorted and walked away quickly.

He didn’t want to speak with Chen Yuting; if she hadn’t come up to greet him, he wouldn’t have initiated conversation.

“That guy didn’t follow you here, did he?” Liu Chao watched Shen Dong leaving and his eyes flickered.

“No way, he’s already registered for marriage with my sister,” Chen Yuting dismissed Liu Chao’s speculation and changed the subject, “Right, you said we could make money at this appraisal conference, but you never explained how.

Can you tell me now?”

“Heh heh, I still have to keep it a secret, but you’ll know soon enough,” Liu Chao chuckled yet revealed nothing.

Chen Yuting frowned slightly, feeling a bit displeased.

But she still needed to rely on Liu Chao to make money, so it wasn’t a good time to react negatively.

“Yuting, I wouldn’t lie to you, trust me.

The appraisal conference only lasts for two days.

When I bring you to make money, you’ll understand.

It’s actually not good to disclose it now,” Liu Chao saw Chen Yuting’s discontent and tried to explain.

“Alright then.” Chen Yuting reluctantly agreed.

An hour quickly passed.

Shen Dong saw the Wu brothers coming out with their painting, both of them looking somewhat unhappy.

“Brother Wu, how did it go?” Shen Dong went over to ask.

“Alas, Mr.

Zhao said this painting is a forgery,” Wu Feng sighed.

“A forgery?

Did he give a valuation?

I really like this painting; if you’re willing to sell, I’d like to buy it.”

Shen Dong thought to himself that it was just as the system had informed him—Zhao Anhua deliberately appraised the painting as a forgery and wanted to find an opportunity to contact them to buy the painting, swindling the Wu brothers.

Rather than let Zhao Anhua swindle them, he might as well buy it himself.

“Mr.

Zhao did say our painting, although a forgery, is highly skilled and still worth a lot of money.

He mentioned it shouldn’t be sold for less than five hundred thousand,” Wu Feng said honestly.

That indeed was what Zhao Anhua had said.

What he didn’t know was that Zhao Anhua’s intention behind such a claim was not for him to sell the painting but to buy it back through someone else.

No one would buy a forgery for five hundred thousand.

“Five hundred thousand?

No problem, I’ll buy it,” Shen Dong said decisively.

“Young man, are you really buying it?” Wu Feng asked in surprise.

“Yes, I really like this painting, and since you said Mr.

Zhao valued it at five hundred thousand, I trust Mr.

Zhao wouldn’t deceive anyone.

I’ll take it,” Shen Dong said with a smile.