The Super Son-in-law

Chapter 33 Appraising Ancient Paintings

Thanks to classmate so-and-so for the $500 red envelope!

Thanks to classmate so-and-so for a pair of gold ingots!

Thanks to classmate so-and-so for a jade pixiu!

Thanks to classmate Hamlin for the $2,000 red envelope!

Most of the previous gifts, whether red envelopes or presents, were worth around $500 on the market.

Then came Hamlin, who suddenly gave a $2,000 red envelope.

All the classmates were instantly stunned. That’s way too generous!

Many people stared at Hamlin in amazement, praising his generosity profusely.

Hamlin looked proud—evidently, he had effortlessly outshone all the other classmates.

Just then, Rosalie added, “Thanks to the couple Alan and Mia for an old painting!”

As soon as she spoke, everyone burst into laughter!

An old painting? Could it be worth $100?

Are these two too stingy?

Norris’s restaurant is opening, and he’s hosted such a sumptuous banquet.

Each person probably spent hundreds of dollars just on the meal, yet you two gave an old painting?

Aren’t you afraid of being mocked?

Hamlin sneered and jeered, “Alan, you can afford a BMW 520 and even pay for modifications. Why did you only give this junk for our classmate’s restaurant opening?”

Alan smiled faintly. “Since you don’t know its history, how dare you call it junk?”

Hamlin scoffed, “Don’t think I don’t know your game.

You just want to buy some tattered fake antique to pretend it’s valuable, so no one can figure out its real worth!”

Then, pressing him aggressively, he asked, “Tell the truth—how much did you pay for that old painting?”

Alan smiled. “That painting is worth more than all the gifts here combined!”

Hahahaha! Hamlin led the roar of laughter.

You're really full of hot air without even thinking first!

The whole class burst into laughter. Everyone thought this Allen really loved showing off!

What kind of crappy thing did you give, and you dare to spout nonsense?

At this moment, Rosalie on the stage also felt contemptuous in her heart.

She asked curiously, "Classmate Allen, whose ancient painting is this?"

Allen said indifferently, "It's from a Qing Dynasty painter in China, not very famous."

Rosalie laughed heartily and said, "Oh, what a coincidence! My father is a (antiquities appraiser), and he's extremely authoritative. His name is Sanderson.

People who know about antiques should have heard of him, right?"

Caroline exclaimed, "Sanderson? Sanderson the cultural relics expert?

I remember this person! He's your father?"

Rosalie smiled and said, "Yes, he is. He's upstairs right now.

How about I invite him down to appraise the ancient painting that Classmate Allen gave?"

Hamlin stood up and said loudly, "Then let Uncle come down and help us all appraise it.

If the value of Allen's painting can really exceed all the gifts here today, I, Hamlin, will eat this table on the spot!"

Upon hearing that Rosalie's father was an antiquities appraiser, the classmates present all cast contemptuous and pitying looks at Allen.

They thought Allen was really unlucky!

He wanted to show off, but ended up facing an expert on the scene. Wasn't this slapping himself in the face?

Once Rosalie's father Sanderson came down, wouldn't he be completely embarrassed?

Mia also felt a bit awkward and whispered to Allen, "Allen, with so many classmates watching, don't be stubborn, or you'll lose face!"

Before coming, Allen had mentioned buying a painting.

But he said it wasn't worth much, and now he's calling it an ancient painting.

Mia suddenly felt uncertain, thinking Allen might have lied to save face.

But Allen didn't care at all. He said, "Since none of you believe me, let a professional appraise it then." He added, "Oh, and don't forget, classmate Hamlin has made another bet—this time to eat the table."

At the thought of his car being burned earlier, Hamlin gritted his teeth and cursed, "Allen, don't get cocky!

You cheated me in that racing bet!

I already accepted the loss! This time I'll still honor the bet!

If that painting of yours is really worth tens of thousands, I'll eat the table on the spot!

But if it's not, will you eat something?"

Allen nodded and said, "Sure. If it's not worth it, I'll eat too."

Although the painting wasn't a famous masterpiece, it was indeed the work of Huang Shen, a Qing Dynasty painter from China.

Moreover, the antique shop was a national chain with a guarantee of authenticity and a "fake goods pay ten times compensation" policy, so the painting couldn't possibly be a forgery.

Mia tried to stop Allen, but he had already agreed before she could react. She could only sigh inwardly.

Caroline was also surprised. Why was Allen so confident?

Come to think of it, this person was quite mysterious.

At the Arc de Triomphe Western Restaurant the other day, the famous Mogos had actually bowed and scraped before him.

Why was that? But she was sure that Allen must have secrets.

Hamlin thought he finally had a chance to get back at Allen and blurted out, "Fine, everyone here is our witness. Let's ask Rosalie to invite her father down to appraise it!"

In front of everyone, Rosalie directly picked up the phone and said, "Dad, can you come down?

Norris's classmate brought a painting and wants you to appraise it."

A minute later, an elderly man slowly descended the stairs from the second floor.

This was Sanderson, a renowned antiquities appraiser in Plath City.

Today was the grand opening of his daughter and future son-in-law’s restaurant, and he had invited an old friend to gather in a private room upstairs.

Upon hearing that an ancient painting needed appraisal, his professional instincts kicked in, and he hurried down to take a look.

Sanderson walked over and stepped onto the stage.

Rosalie quickly handed him the gift box containing the painting. "Dad, please appraise this painting," she said. "Someone claims it's worth tens of thousands of dollars!"

As she spoke, she glanced at Allen with disdain. How could anyone believe a broke freeloader could give an ancient painting worth tens of thousands of dollars?

Without a doubt, the painting must be a fake!

Everyone else shared her skepticism. No one believed Allen could truly afford a painting worth tens of thousands of dollars.

Sanderson took the gift box, and under the crowd’s gaze, he removed the scroll and carefully unrolled it. The painting was old and yellowed, looking unremarkable at first glance.

Many classmates who judged by appearances began to comment. "It doesn’t look like anything valuable!"

"Yeah, I bet it’s only worth $10.

Probably less than the box!" "The box might be worth $50 at most!"

Sanderson studied the painting carefully.

After a few minutes, he smiled and asked, "Did Norris’s classmate give this painting?"

"Yes," Rosalie replied. "He’s even an old friend from college!"

As she spoke, Rosalie thought to herself: Allen, you claim to be Norris’s old friend but give a piece of junk worth less than $100. My dad will expose you in front of everyone soon!

But no one expected Sanderson to sigh and say, "So they really are close friends!

If not, who would be willing to give such a valuable thing?"

Upon hearing this, everyone froze in astonishment!

What was going on?

Valuable?

This piece of trash was valuable?

Hamlin thought to himself, "Valuable my ass!

If I went to the antique street to buy a fake painting and pee on it to age it, it would look more authentic than this!"

At this point, Sanderson said seriously, "This is an authentic work by Huang Shen, a painter from China's Qing Dynasty.

Although Huang Shen is not an extremely famous painter, he is still one of the outstanding artists!"

Then, Sanderson added, "I estimate the market transaction price of this painting to be around $100,000."