I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!-Chapter 28 - The Pretense of Integrity_1

“What do you mean, something fishy?” Wu Shan was full of confusion.

“Look, our painting was appraised by Zhao Anhua as a counterfeit, but last night it was auctioned off at the Jiecheng Auction for a high price of thirty million, which means our painting is not a fake, but an authentic one.”

“I think that Zhao Anhua deliberately appraised our painting as a counterfeit and left our phone number behind.

He wanted someone to buy the painting from us at a low price.”

“The call I received later, saying that the person who wanted to buy the painting, must have been in cahoots with Zhao Anhua.”

“I found it strange, why would our painting be appraised as a counterfeit, yet Zhao Anhua still offered an estimated price of five hundred thousand.

It’s against common sense.”

“When he appraises other people’s work, he would never give such a high estimate, let alone leave a phone number behind.”

“He did this because he was afraid we might sell the painting; he wanted to find someone to buy our painting under the table.”

Wu Feng’s analysis was cogent.

He had worked in big cities for over ten years and had seen the world.

It was only in the past two years that he had returned to his hometown to take care of elderly family members and had not gone back out to work.

He understood these schemes.

His analysis was very close to the truth.

It must be said, his mind was truly sharp, sorting out the matter in an instant.

“That’s right, it has to be this way; we’ve been duped by that bastard Zhao Anhua!” Wu Shan gritted his teeth.

If Zhao Anhua hadn’t appraised the painting as a counterfeit, they would never have sold it for merely five hundred thousand.

Thirty million gone just like that.

“Right, about that young man who bought our painting, what’s up with that?” Wu Shan had more doubts.

“That young man probably realized our painting was genuine and snagged a bargain.”

“We can’t blame others; anyone wants to make money if they can.

If we had the money and saw a genuine painting worth thirty million being sold for only five hundred thousand, we too would have bought it without a word.”

“We were swindled by Zhao Anhua.

If it wasn’t for his deliberate appraisal of our painting as a counterfeit, we wouldn’t have sold it for five hundred thousand.”

Wu Feng ground his teeth in frustration, his eyes fiery red.

He didn’t blame Shen Dong, because putting himself in the same position, he would have done the same.

Not taking the chance to earn money would be foolish.

The root of all this lay with that bastard Zhao Anhua.

“Brother, let’s go, to An City to find Zhao Anhua,” Wu Shan said, pulling Wu Feng along.

With no hesitation, they set off, the trip from their village to An City only taking an hour by car.

“We also need to find a few reporters; we must make that Zhao Anhua lose everything—his reputation ruined—and compensate us!” Wu Feng thought more strategically.

Oftentimes, when the common people suffer injustice, they don’t have the means to fight back, and it’s truly lamentable.

The media is one of the pathways to resist.

Many issues get resolved only after being exposed by the media.

Wu Feng thought of this.

This mainly stemmed from his early years working away from home when his boss didn’t pay his salary and even fired him.

He took the matter to the media and subsequently managed to get his salary.

“That’s right, we need to get a few more reporters involved; those bastards have connections, and we ordinary folks can’t touch them.

The only way is to blow this up and get netizens on our side,” Wu Shan sincerely agreed.

…

An City.

At the scene of the appraisal event.

Zhao Anhua was appraising antiques for private collectors.

He was in very bad spirits, devoid of his usual vitality.

The audience all sensed that Zhao Anhua was out of sorts.

“What’s up with Mr.

Zhao?

He looks like he’s in another world.”

“I’ve noticed too.

Just now, when he was appraising someone’s vase, he almost smashed it on the floor.”

“Mr.

Zhao must be overworked, probably just too tired,” someone speculated.

“Absolutely, Mr.

Zhao appraised items all day yesterday.

It might look simple, but only those in the know understand how tough it is,” another chimed in.

“Mr.

Zhao is still pressing on despite being like this, truly a respectable old expert,” someone praised.

“Zhao Anhua deserves his esteem, an old expert we young people should learn from,” another agreed.

The live audience was buzzing with comments.

“Zhao Anhua, you bastard, pay for my painting!”

Just then, a thunderous shout rang out.

Accompanied by the shout, a middle-aged man pushed past the security guards, stormed into the appraisal area, and punched Zhao Anhua in the cheek.

Taken completely by surprise, Zhao Anhua didn’t have the chance to dodge and was knocked to the ground by the punch.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Has this guy gone mad?

Attacking someone at such an event!”

“Quick, catch him!”

The security guards on site snapped to attention and hurried forward to subdue the middle-aged man.

Naturally, the middle-aged man was none other than Wu Feng.

Initially, he had only intended to expose Zhao Anhua, seeking an explanation and compensation.

But upon arriving at the scene and seeing Zhao Anhua appraising with an air of normality, Wu Feng couldn’t contain himself.

Seeing this scenario, the event descended into chaos.

The online live audience was in an uproar.

“What the hell is this all about?”

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“Why did this guy hit Mr.

Zhao?”

“This guy is calling Mr.

Zhao a bastard; did Mr.

Zhao do something despicable?”

“No way, Zhao Anhua is a highly respected appraisal expert.”

“That’s not necessarily true.

He might appear respectable on the surface, but who knows if he’s a male prostitute or a thief behind closed doors.”

“Come on, you’re not implying that Mr.

Zhao slept with this guy’s wife, are you?”

“I didn’t say that.

Looking at this middle-aged man, he seems like an average Joe.

Nobody does something like this in a public setting without being pushed to the brink.”

“That’s correct, I’m just an ordinary person.

If there was any other way to solve this, I certainly wouldn’t do such a thing.

I had no choice but to resort to such drastic measures,” someone agreed.

“Haha, looks like there’s some drama to watch.

Always watching appraisals gets a bit dull.”

…

“Mr.

Zhao, are you all right?” a staff member rushed over to help Zhao Anhua up.

“I’m fine.” Zhao Anhua, well-fed and sturdy, took a punch without getting dizzy or seeing stars, which was quite remarkable.

If it had been any other elderly person, they might not have gone straight to meet the king of hell, but they probably would have needed to be rushed to the hospital for emergency care.

“Call the police immediately, let them deal with this man,” the director of the program sternly said, glaring at Wu Feng, visibly irate.

A perfectly good appraisal event was interrupted; this person needed to be handled by the police with severe punishment.