"Alright, Lu Feng!"
Lin Mei said softly from the side.
But before she could finish, Zhang Ke had already poured all his anger onto Lu Feng.
"Lin Mei, you go out first. I have a few words to say to the person you brought."
"Old Zhang, this!"
Lin Mei wanted to explain further, but in Zhang Ke's fury, he didn't give her any time or opportunity to explain.
Lin Mei could only close the door and go into the corridor.
"It's over, it's over."
She went to a window on one side of the corridor.
Looking at the scattered lights in the night outside, Lin Mei's heart was pounding.
"This kid is too straightforward, something might happen!"
The hand Lin Mei held onto the railing by the window was unconsciously sweating.
At this moment, in that small room.
Zhang Ke looked at the person in front of him, although not to the point of hating him to the bone, he was extremely disgusted.
"What's your name?"
Zhang Ke interrogated him like a prisoner.
"My name is Lu Feng!"
"What do you do?"
"Looking for someone."
"So, you're unemployed?"
"Yes!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ke couldn't help but chuckle: "Unemployed. You've got some nerve, scamming for food and drink, and you've even scammed your way to Miss Lin."
Lu Feng was not the kind of person who scammed for food and drink.
Although he had been on the mountain for a long time.
But now, with a little observation, Lu Feng knew that no matter what he said, the person in front of him would not believe him.
"If you really think so, then there's nothing I can do."
Zhang Ke was, after all, a magnate.
Normally, when this person came and went, even if he shouted, the people who came to do business would lower their heads slightly and be respectful.
Not daring to make any mistakes.
Over time, especially as people get older.
Becoming stubborn, Zhang Ke had almost formed his own habits.
But Lu Feng was not used to it.
Zhang Ke almost choked on his blood with Lu Feng's words for a moment.
The more he looked at this young man, the more displeased he became.
The more he wanted this kid to look bad.
"Not only are you bold, but you're also arrogant. Good, just for your words, I'll ask you again, that painting 'The Sleeping Beauty of Begonias' is clearly a genuine masterpiece, why do you say it's fake? What are your intentions?"
In Zhang Ke's eyes, this kid in front of him was deliberately causing trouble and provoking him.
After all, although it seemed on the surface.
The entire business world of Southeast City was peaceful.
Everyone was polite when they met.
Appearing to be elite professionals.
But as long as you do business, you can't escape the word "interest."
Once connected to this thing.
The relationship between people is destined not to be simple and harmonious.
Zhang Ke's position was coveted by more than one or two people in Southeast City.
In Zhang Ke's eyes, Lu Feng was one of the people deliberately sent by those individuals.
Lu Feng glanced at Zhang Ke, who was full of anger.
His expression remained unchanged.
Still the same sentence.
"What's real will never be fake, and what's fake should not expect to become real!"
"Good, speak up, who sent you, and what do you want?"
Zhang Ke didn't want to dwell on it any longer and got straight to the point, laying out his terms.
Zhang Ke had seen many such troublemakers.
The reason these people acted this way was nothing more than being connected to the two words above.
And the fundamental solution to this problem was still in those two words.
Once the interests were in place, all visible conflicts would be resolved.
"Speak!"
Zhang Ke looked at Lu Feng.
In his eyes, there was the contempt of a wealthy man for a peasant.
Lu Feng didn't pay much attention.
How others viewed him had never been important.
During his years on the mountain, Lu Feng had understood one principle.
Everything stems from one's own heart.
"No one sent me, I came by myself. As for the conditions you mentioned, I hope you don't judge a book by its cover!"
These words were like volcanic tar.
Zhang Ke thought his words would subdue this kid.
Who would have thought that this kid would go even further.
"Heh heh!"
Zhang Ke gave a dry laugh: "Kid, you're arguing with me, right? Fine, I'll have someone come and authenticate it now. If it's not as you say, wait, I have the right to sue you. How dare you mess around here!"
He wanted to completely subdue this little brat.
As he spoke, Zhang Ke immediately made a phone call.
A moment later, an old man, who looked about the same age as Zhang Ke, pushed the door open and entered.
"Mr. Zhang, I have already authenticated that painting."
The old man came to Zhang Ke and adjusted his reading glasses.
"It's genuine, isn't it!"
The old man paused for a moment upon hearing this.
After a long while, he slowly raised his head.
"To be honest."
Before he could finish, Lu Feng said, "The brushwork of that painting is indeed exquisite. If you don't look closely, you won't see any flaws. The strokes and brushwork clearly indicate an expert in this field, but there were a few minor mistakes during the turns. For example, near the calyx of the begonia flower, the vines behind the background, and the hem of the character's skirt."
"You brat, who asked you?"
Zhang Ke looked at the old man again.
Waiting for his reply.
His son had spent a lot of money, fifty million, which had gone out of his account.
Zhang Ke was waiting for the moment when his son's filial piety would convince this person named Lu Feng.
Lu Feng's smug, though not intentional, demeanor that made him uncomfortable, Zhang Ke didn't want to see any longer.
Silence enveloped the surroundings.
The old man's gaze at Lu Feng now flickered with unspeakable astonishment.
But soon, he withdrew his gaze.
He kept murmuring softly.
Clearly, he was contemplating how to phrase what he was about to say.
"I can say whatever I want here?"
"Actually, this gentleman is quite right!"
The old man raised his head.
Although he didn't know how this kid knew so clearly.
But the few flaws he had found were all included.
Even in extremely detailed areas like the background, which he himself hadn't noticed, this kid had seen them clearly.
"What? What did you say?"
Zhang Ke couldn't catch his breath.
"Mr. Zhang, slow down!"
Seeing Zhang Ke sway in the air a few times, the old man quickly stepped forward, supported Zhang Ke, and helped him sit on a sofa nearby.
"I'm fine," Zhang Ke pushed the man away and said with slightly pale lips, "Can you repeat what you just said?"
The old man said, "This gentleman is correct."
In an instant, Zhang Ke felt as if an invisible syringe had rapidly drained all the strength from his body.
"So, you mean my son was scammed? Or perhaps, it's actually."
Zhang Ke's eyes widened, and for a moment, he didn't even dare to think about it further.
"That, I don't know."
The old man sensed Zhang Ke's impending outburst.
"Mr. Zhang, it's so late, I'll be going now."
After speaking, he turned and left.
Lu Feng had no intention of proving himself deliberately.
From beginning to end, it was Zhang Ke who was orchestrating everything.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving too."
Just as Lu Feng was about to leave.
Zhang Ke called out to him.