On Li Yuege's hand was a water-blue pin.

The pins are very delicate and look no more like ordinary things at first glance.

But the pin seemed to have been exposed to some kind of brilliance, its luster was dim, and it might break at any time.

"Yuege, what do you mean?"

Wen Haiyang frowned and looked at Li Yuege in front of him: "What's special about this pin?"

"This is the materials and craftsmen I personally asked for when I was in the UK. I spent a month hand-made work on Wen Lan's birthday gift."

Li Yuege said this and looked at Wen Lan over there: "On the day when my London personal art exhibition is about to begin, you told me that you went to the hospital, but I went to the hospital but couldn't find you."

"Later, when I arrived at the exhibition hall, there was a fire inside. The fire spread and it was very fast. All the paintings were destroyed and you disappeared from now on."

"But I found this in the ruins of the exhibition hall."

Speaking of this, Wen Haiyang and others next to him changed slightly.

The old man standing next to Wen Haiyang is already seventy or eighty years old. He has never spoken since he just stood here. At this moment, he frowned slightly when he heard Li Yuege's words.

Next to the old man was a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old. She supported the old man's arm and didn't say anything, just stood aside and watched.

"Li Yuege, what do you mean? Are you trying to say that I set the fire and ruined your art exhibition?"

Wen Lan was full of anger: "Just this pin?"

"Before this, you haven't even been to my exhibition hall, so this pin couldn't have fallen inside before the fire."

Li Yuege does not seem to be in a hurry, and his words are reasonable and well-founded.

Lin Yuan stood beside him and listened, but was confused, and then he understood.

Wen Haiyang and the others joined forces to set fire to destroy Li Yuege's art exhibition, which made him bear huge debts from then on, and took advantage of the situation to get the exhibition hall of the Moonlight Art Exhibition, which originally belonged to Li Yuege at an extremely low price.

"You can tell with this point? What if there is an exact same pin in this world?"

Wen Lan's face was cold: "I've lost the pin you gave me long ago."

"This is not mine either."

She denied it completely.

"I didn't want to believe it at first, but now, depending on your attitude, I can confirm it."

Li Yuege sighed: "And if I guess correctly, the burned paintings in my exhibition hall are all fakes, and the authentic ones should have been transferred in advance by you."

Over the years, he has been tortured by this matter.

One of the purposes of coming here today is also the initiator of the original incident.

Wen Lan's expression changed, she bit her lip and said nothing more.

She was so excited that she was exposed.

"Li Yuege, I used to think you are quite a man, but now it seems that you are just a villain."

Fu Zhicheng spoke at this moment, looking contemptuous and disdainful: "Why, are you planning to frame Lanlan's previous problems? Let her take the blame for you?"

"What you think is pretty, dream about you."

"I will tell you clearly, Li Yuege, what can you do if you guess the truth? Now that your Li family is in trouble, you cannot be regarded as evidence."

Fu Zhicheng was too lazy to act anymore, and the Fu family was also involved in this matter.

The Fu family is engaged in a business of antiques and calligraphy and paintings. At that time, the Li family collected countless collections, which was very coveted. Especially when the two interesting paintings in Mr. Li's hands were combined, they were simply priceless treasures.

"Li Yuege, you are boring. It's all about the past. Why did you come up with it now?" Someone next to Zhao Lianmeng was cheering.

"Yes, you were defeated by you, why did you come to cause trouble for Wen Lan?" Another person echoed.

Although they can see the specific truth clearly, the truth is sometimes not very important.

Now the Li family is in a state of sunset, while the Wen family and the Fu family are becoming stronger and stronger. Naturally, they need to have a good relationship with Wen Lan and Fu Zhicheng.

To be honest, Li Yuege has no right to become their friend since he went bankrupt.

The group of people still wanted to speak, but Wen Haiyang had already raised his hand and signaled them to calm down.

"Since that's the case, let's openly negotiate."

Wen Haiyang looked at Li Yuege: "Today you will have a final say with Zhicheng and Lanlan. The content of the comparison is also very simple, just painting."

"I want the painting that your grandfather left behind in your hands."

He spoke like this and then looked at Li Yuege.

"I want another painting that should have been destroyed in the fire, as well as my grandfather's," said Dr.

Li Yuege's voice is very steady.

Wen Haiyang snorted. Another painting by Li Yuege was taken to his personal exhibition hall by Li Yuege. It was the old man's most proud painting in his life.

He took it out to give it to Li Yuege Town.

If two paintings that complement each other are separated, the price of a single painting is only about 5 million yuan, but once they are put together, the two paintings will be sold at the same time, and the value will be more than 30 million yuan.

Later, a fire broke out in the exhibition hall and all the paintings were destroyed. In fact, the painting fell into Wen Haiyang's hands.

This time, Wen Haiyang planned to get another painting from Li Yuege, just to sell it for a good price.

And it is rumored that if the two paintings were put together, they would be even more magical.

Although Wen Haiyang doesn't believe it, as a gimmick, if it is operated a little, the price may reach a height of 50 million.

"Hey, what do you have? You only have one painting, plus two million in your bank card. Want to win the moonlight and add a painting? Why don't you daydream?"

Fu Zhicheng sneered: "The value of moonlight now is more than tens of millions?"

"I still have Lin Haiyuange's house."

As soon as Li Yuege spoke, Lin Yuan thought of the first thing he wanted was the cafe.

Is this going to be a stud?

Lin Yuan glanced at him. Now Li Yuege gave Lin Yuan a feeling like a calm gambler.

"good."

Wen Haiyang nodded and then introduced the person beside him: "I specially invited this person. Mr. Sun Bingyan from the Jiangnan area, I believe I don't need to introduce him too much, right?"

Wen Haiyang smiled happily.

"Sun Bingyan?"

"The helmsman of Sun's auction!"

"Wow, I didn't expect to see Mr. Sun here! Didn't Mr. Sun have never seen guests for many years? He actually came here in person today! It seems that the Wen family and the Fu family are really worth a lot of face."

The crowd that had just calmed down suddenly became a furious.

Even Zhao Lianmeng, who was scared very much, was stunned at this moment. She forgot her fear and turned to look at Sun Bingyan standing there with an uncontrollable excitement and admiration.

The name Sun Bingyan is well-known in the Jiangnan area and is a master of calligraphy, painting and antiques.

However, Sun Bingyan rarely showed up many years ago, so many people don’t know what Mr. Sun looks like.

If Wen Haiyang hadn't introduced it at this time, Zhao Lianmeng and others might not have connected the old man in front of him with Sun Bingyan at this time.

It's simply incredible!

Sun Bingyan stood there, his face calm, looking like he was not sad or happy.

The girl who was supporting him next to him had already become accustomed to hearing all kinds of amazement around him.

Her eyes were arrogant, she raised her head slightly, and there was an unconcealed pride in her eyes.

I feel proud and proud to have such a grandfather.

Everyone, including Li Yuege, had uncontrollable admiration on their faces.

However.

Only one person is different.

Her eyes suddenly focused on the boy beside Li Yuege, and she saw that the boy there actually took out his cell phone at this time.

Is he going to take pictures?

It seems not.

She saw the boy in front of her holding a box in one hand and a mobile phone in the other. It seemed that he wanted to type.

But it was a bit troublesome to type with one hand, so he simply whispered to his cell phone.

"No, I'm outside. After dinner in the evening, you have a break early. I will take good care of myself, don't worry."

This sound is not loud.

However, among the various praises of Sun Bingyan next to him, it seemed particularly abrupt.

"What are you doing? Who asked you to play with your phone!"
Chapter completed!