Tang Bohu's Authentic Work

Liu Mengran blushed as she secretly glanced at her three roommates. The three of them immediately lowered their heads and played dumb.

They had just eaten his lavish meal, so how could they possibly have the nerve to embarrass him?

"Come up already, baby. I've eaten and drunk my fill, and all I want now is to hold you and sleep."

Lu Fan beckoned to Liu Mengran again. Her little face was flushed red as she lowered her head and climbed onto the bed.

Lu Fan rolled over and squeezed her toward the inside, while he lay down on the outer side.

Innocent Liu Mengran once again learned what it meant when people said a man's mouth was a liar's ghost. She had naively thought Lu Fan wanted to sleep after eating his fill, but she had not expected him to follow it up with the saying that warmth breeds lust.

Staying overnight in a girls' dormitory, Lu Fan was probably the first person in all of Long Continent to do so.

A little after three in the afternoon, Lu Fan wrapped an arm around Top Campus Belle Liu's slender waist and strolled through Panjiayuan.

Behind them, Mao Lili and the other two curiously looked around at the antiques and collectibles.

Lu Fan had come to Panjiayuan to verify an idea in his heart.

Those antique and collectible sellers were all better at bluffing than the last, and wasn't getting bluffed exactly what he was looking forward to now?

Lu Fan did not know the first thing about antiques and collectibles, but he had no need to understand them.

As long as the stall owner lied and told him an item was genuine, with the system's support, it would definitely become genuine.

Lu Fan pulled Liu Mengran over to a stall and crouched down, casually picking up an old painting as he asked the owner about it.

"Boss, what painting is this?"

The painting in Lu Fan's hand was clearly an old one. It depicted a crouching tiger.

However, the technique was obviously lacking, and the details were handled terribly. Even an average art student could probably paint better than this.

The owner was a shrewd-looking old man. The moment he saw Lu Fan and Liu Mengran, his eyes lit up.

Young couples who came out with their girlfriends were absolutely every vendor's favorite customers. As for why, those who knew, knew.

"Young man, this painting has quite the history. You know Tang Bohu, Tang Yin, right? This is the lost Crouching Tiger Painting by Tang Yin. If you buy it, you'll be getting an incredible bargain."

"Tang Bohu? This is really Tang Bohu's painting?"

A shocked expression appeared on Lu Fan's face, and he was not faking it.

"Of course. Didn't you see Tang Yin's seal at the bottom?"

Lu Fan lowered his head and looked. Sure enough, there was a seal beneath the painting. But Tang Bohu's painting skills were really this bad? Even the worst art student might be better than this.

"Didn't Tang Bohu paint beauties?"

"You don't know this, young man. Tang Bohu did indeed like painting beauties, but his Crouching Tiger Painting and landscape paintings were also masterpieces. You can take this painting for five hundred thousand. If it went to an auction in Hong Kong, it might fetch more than thirty million."

"Thirty million? Fuck! Old Tang's paintings are worth that much?"

Lu Fan was shocked again, making Liu Mengran beside him frown deeply.

"Lu Fan, you're not actually planning to buy this painting, are you? If you want a painting, I'll have Lili paint you one later. I guarantee it won't be worse than this."

"Mao Lili can paint too? You're not lying to me, are you?"

Lu Fan turned to glance at Mao Lili behind him, but his gaze traveled from bottom to top. The view was extremely eye-catching. Mao Lili was wearing a short skirt today, and he had even seen her safety shorts.

"Hey, Young Master Lu, where are you looking?!"

Mao Lili shyly covered her short skirt, blocking Lu Fan's predatory gaze.

"You really know how to paint?"

"Of course. My skills may not be great, but I study art. This kind of tiger painting could be done by me in one night, and it definitely wouldn't be worse than this one."

Seeing that the deal was about to fall through, the stall owner quickly grabbed Lu Fan and continued bluffing him. He could tell that this young man clearly had his eye on the painting.

"Little brother, this is Tang Bohu's authentic work. If you buy it and resell it, you can make a hundred times your money."

"Then why don't you sell it yourself? Do you really think we're all idiots?"

Mao Lili snapped at him without the slightest politeness, but the owner was not angry at all. People like him had seen every kind of situation. If he got angry over one sentence from a little girl, what business would he have left to do?

"Boss, five hundred thousand is a bit much. How about you sell me Tang Bohu's painting for five hundred?"

Lu Fan immediately slashed the price by a hundredfold, but Liu Mengran and the other three girls still felt that five hundred was too much. What was the point of buying such an obviously fake painting?

"Young man, this is Tang Bohu's authentic work. How could you buy it for five hundred yuan? Add a little more. How about twenty thousand? For twenty thousand, you can take this authentic Tang Bohu painting away."

"Five hundred. Take it or leave it!"

Lu Fan put an arm around Liu Mengran's slender waist and started to stand up to leave. Seeing this, the owner's tone immediately softened.

"Don't go, little brother. Five hundred it is. Scan the code! Let's call it making friends. Hurry up and pay."

The owner directly handed over a QR code. Lu Fan was equally straightforward, scanning it to pay before putting away the painting.

"Young Master Lu really is different from the rest. You actually spent five hundred yuan on a lousy painting that even a child could make. That's several days' living expenses for poor students like us."

Mao Lili looked speechlessly at the painting in Lu Fan's hands. She would not even want it if it were given to her, yet this fool had spent five hundred yuan on it.

"Exactly, Lu Fan. Even if you have money, you can't waste it like this. It would be better to donate it than buy this painting."

Liu Mengran also tried to persuade him, but Lu Fan merely chuckled and said something that nearly made everyone faint.

"Didn't that boss say it was Tang Bohu's authentic work? It's worth at least thirty million."

"Tch. Only an idiot like you would take that crooked merchant's words seriously. Anyone with half a brain wouldn't believe that nonsense."

"Hehe... if the boss said it's real, then it's definitely real. Mengran, how about the two of us make a bet?"

A green glint flashed through Lu Fan's eyes as his lecherous gaze roamed over Liu Mengran's sexy, curvaceous body.

Liu Mengran wore a T-shirt and pleated skirt today, with light makeup on her face. Her already youthful and stunningly beautiful features looked even more lovely and captivating.

Liu Mengran's face reddened under his predatory stare. She knew perfectly well what humiliating trick this guy was thinking up again. Over the past two days, she had no idea how many embarrassing poses and games he had put her through.

"Tch, Lu Fan. If you want to bet, I'll bet with you. Looking at this lousy painting insults my eyes. If Tang Bohu knew his authentic work was being insulted like this, he'd probably jump out of his grave and start cursing."

Lu Fan shifted his gaze to Mao Lili beside him. His eyes rolled, and a wicked idea immediately rose in his mind.

Although Mao Lili was not as beautiful as Liu Mengran, she was youthful, pretty, and had a hot figure. She certainly did not lack admirers at school.