Feng Yifei is not a young boy who is ignorant of the world. The Feng family is rich and generous. He has focused on training him since childhood. He goes to high-end places all day long and has a very generous experience. He will never be deceived and buy fake wine.

After a burst of laughter, the relatives of the Jin family spoke sarcastically.

"I think he was worried that he wouldn't be able to taste such a good wine, so he would just talk nonsense to cover up his ignorance."

"You are right. He has never seen such good red wine. I'm afraid he can't bear to drink even a few dozen yuan of white wine. He even pretends to be a professional and says it's fake wine. Who gives you a shameful face!"

Jin Wushuang couldn't hold on her face anymore, thinking that if you can't taste it, you can directly explain it. It would be even more unbearable to cover it up with the argument of fake wine.

Feng Yifei slapped the table angrily, you, a poor boy without power, are so arrogant!

Bai Fengjiu ignored Feng Yifei and said lightly: "In 1994, France was drought, and grapes were almost out of stock. The grapes in 1995 were the best. Do you think this is the red wine in 1994?"

Feng Yifei's muscles on his face trembled, and he hurriedly defended: "I remember it wrong. This bottle of wine is from 1995."

Bai Fengjiu's mouth was slightly raised. That year, he happened to be in France and witnessed the harvest and brewing of grapes. The wine bottle he used at that time was not the same as before.

The corridor vibrated and a meat ball rolled in.

"Sorry, I'm late!"

Zhao Tianbao trotted into the private room with a box in his arms, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then greeted the people present with a familiar face, complaining that the service here was too poor and parking was too difficult.

"Oh! Red wine, I'm just thirsty, I'll have a drink first!"

Zhao Tianbao picked up the red wine and raised his head to drink it. Suddenly his face changed drastically, and he opened his mouth and sprayed the red wine out.

"What kind of wine is this? It's so unpalatable like a horse's urine!"

Feng Yifei's face turned blue, thinking to himself who this fat man was, and he came in and was drinking with shamelessness.

Zhao Tianbao didn't notice Feng Yifei's angry gaze at all. He picked up the red wine bottle and glanced at it, then threw it on the table with disgust.

"The fuck is that the foreign ships are directly filled on the sea and labeled as fakes for good wine. Whoever buys this kind of wine is purely a brain-filled water and a sucker! Look, the bottom of the bottle says 94, there is no good wine at all in 94!"

"Bang!" Russell Qin slapped the table: "Enough! This is our family dinner, it's not the turn of outsiders to point fingers here, waiter, and blow him out!"

The waiter was about to take action, but Zhao Xiaohei, who had been silent in the corner, suddenly stood up, and the table, chair, and bench were overturned.

"Who dares to touch my godfather, I will twist his head!"

Zhao Xiaohei is as tall as a chimpanzee, and is very fierce and frightening. The waiter is so scared that he dare not move.

Jin Wushuang said: "This is a friend I invited."

Russauqin was also startled by Zhao Xiaohei, who was like a god of killing, and snorted, saying, "If you are a guest, you must take care of your mouth and talk nonsense!"

Although Feng Yifei gave him fake wine, Russell Qin could not embarrass him in front of everyone. After all, the Feng family has power and power, and there will be more use of others in the future.

"Yi Fei, this is not your fault. You must have been deceived. Be careful next time."

Bai Fengjiu shook her head. If it were the fake wine she gave her, she would probably be scolded.

Feng Yifei gritted his teeth and smiled, saying, "Now fake wine is everywhere, it's really hard to guard against. By the way, I also bought a painting for you."

Feng Yifei opened a long gift box and spread the scroll on the table, which was a landscape painting.

"Last time you said that the walls at home were empty, so I asked someone to buy this "Snow Scenery and Cold Forest Picture" at Christie's Auction. This is a representative work of Fan Kuan of the Song Dynasty and is of great collection value."

Russell Qin immediately smiled happily. Although she didn't know calligraphy and painting, she didn't know anything about a broad-minded and narrow-minded, she knew that as long as it was a painting by famous ancient masters, it would be valuable.

"Yi Fei, you've made you spend another money!"

Jin Wushuang has heard of Fan Kuan, who is one of the three famous landscape painting masters of Northern Song Dynasty. His painting style is unique and very popular among modern people.

"Mom, this painting is too expensive..."

Feng Yifei smiled and said, "As long as the aunt likes it, it doesn't matter whether it's money or not."

Amid the admiration, a disharmonious voice appeared.

"After sending fake wine and fake paintings, has Feng Shao's company been in short supply recently? Is it really impossible to afford it?"

It’s Bai Fengjiu again!

Feng Yifei slapped the table and said angrily: "What do you mean? Do you know how to draw? This is Christie's auction..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Fengjiu reached out to take the landscape painting and tore it in half.

Amazement!

That is a famous landscape painting worth millions. Feng Yifei traveled thousands of miles away and asked someone to ask someone to ask him to do so!

Russell Qin was extremely angry, Bai Fengjiu was jealous of Feng Yifei!

Jin Wushuang didn't expect that Bai Fengjiu, who was usually taciturn and didn't even talk much when scolded, would actually do such extreme behavior.

Jin Guoer quietly held the chopsticks on the table. This Bai Xiaoruan was not crazy, right? If he had a slight violent tendency, he would have poked a few holes in him!

"Ha ha!"

Zhao Tianbao laughed loudly: "What kind of treasure is a famous treasure, it is also a fake, you can see!"

He pulled out a thread and a chemical fiber thread from the place where the landscape paintings were torn apart.

Chemical fiber thread is a modern product, how could it be with a painting that has been around for hundreds of years? The only possibility is that this painting is a fake!

There was a sigh in the private room.

Jin Guoer frowned and looked at Feng Yifei with her eyebrows. She was not as admiration as before, and she had a little more disgust.

Feng Yifei was slapped in the face again, and his face turned red and he said angrily: "What's wrong with the fake one! The fake one is also my intention. It's always better than some people. Some people come in empty-handedly, just to eat for nothing!"

"Who said Mr. Bai hasn't prepared a gift!"

Zhao Tianbao put the nanmu box on the table, opened the lid, and said, "This is Mr. Bai's gift."

Everyone looked up and laughed.

Feng Yifei's angry face also turned into a sneer.

"This is also a gift? Isn't this a pineapple?"

"It's still a broken pineapple that has changed color and is it that you can buy a fresh one!"

Jin Wushuang frowned. What was Bai Fengjiu doing? He transferred several thousand yuan for him and specially told him to buy a decent gift, but it still made a mess.

Feng Yifei said to Russell Qin: "Auntie, it's nothing to drink this red wine, but if you eat this rotten pineapple, you will really eat bad people. Today you are on your birthday, Brother Bai gives you a bad pineapple. I really don't know what it is."

Jin Guoer on the side didn't speak up. If it were normal, she would definitely say that Bai Xiaoruan was implicitly sarcasticating you as a rotten pineapple, old and weak, but at this moment she held her arms and sat on the chair watching coldly.

Zhao Tianbao was a little surprised. What was Mr. Bai’s trouble? A person with background and strength like him would never use a rotten pineapple as a birthday gift.

Bai Fengjiu glanced at the "rotten pineapple" in the box and felt a little moved. Sister Wan was really a big deal and actually gave such a gift.

Russell Qin's face was full of mist and her tone was cold: "Do you want to poison me with rotten pineapples? Don't embarrass me here, get out with your gift!"

Feng Yifei finally caught Bai Fengjiu's braid and said sarcastically: "If you don't have money to buy a gift, you can ask Wushuang for it. Pick up a rotten pineapple in the trash can, you can think of it!"

Jin Wushuang also frowned and said, "Don't throw it away!"

Bai Fengjiu explained: "This is not a rotten pineapple. Eating this can prolong your life."

This sentence attracted a group of people to laugh at me. Is this a bell hidden? It is obviously a rotten fruit, and it is shameless to cover up the facts.

Feng Yifei picked up the 'roasted pineapple' and held it in front of Bai Fengjiu: "You said you will prolong your life after eating it, so you can eat it for me!"

Bai Fengjiu sighed. As the saying goes, if you don’t know gold and jade, you are talking about these people.

Faced with the distrustful gazes present, Bai Fengjiu took the "rotten pineapple" from Feng Yifei's hand, opened it and chewed it in big mouths.

Everyone was shocked, he really started to eat!

"That... Mr. Bai!" Zhao Tianbao rubbed his hands and leaned closer, and said with a humble look on his face: "Can you give me some food?"

Bai Fengjiu gave his other half to him. Zhao Tianbao was overjoyed and took it over and sniffed it, then swallowed it voraciously.

"It's so delicious! It's better than all the fruits I've ever eaten!"

Feng Yifei saw the two of them singing and reconciling, and he couldn't help but sneer. He wanted to eat the rotten fruit he gave him while kneeling.

The two were eating, and the TV screen on the private room turned around, and the host in a suit was broadcasting the news.

"According to the latest reports, a hunter found an extremely rare dragon fruit in Changbai Mountain. According to experts' identification, this dragon fruit has grown for three hundred years, and its longevity effect is stronger than that of the century-old ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum. Its market value is millions. At present, this dragon fruit has been bought by a mysterious businessman."

As the picture turned, a fruit that looked like a rotten pineapple in the video was put into a nanmu box with the words 1717 written on it.

The people present took their eyes back from the TV screen and looked at the box on the table, which was exactly the same.

No! It’s the box on TV, and the ‘rotten pineapple’ that Bai Fengjiu and Zhao Tianbao ate is the three hundred years old dragon fruit!

Russell Qin sat on a chair with a deflated ball. It was a three hundred-year-old dragon fruit. After eating it, she was eaten by this waste son-in-law and that fat man!

Jin Wushuang and Jin Guoer were very surprised. What surprised the two sisters was that the mysterious businessman who bought the dragon head fruit was actually Li Wan. She even gave such a precious thing to Bai Fengjiu.

At this moment, except for the TV and the sound of chewing the faucet fruit in the private room, no one else spoke again.

silence……

"Dangdang!"

The door rang, and the waiter pushed the dining cart in, resolving the embarrassment.

The rich dishes were placed on the dining table, and the candlelight swayed on the three-layer cake. Russell Qin waved her hands in a low mood: "Dinner!"

Still having a meal? Feng Yifei was not in the mood to eat. His face was still hot. His fake wine and paintings were exposed. He also mocked Bai Fengjiu for sending rotten fruits. The result was a three hundred-year-old dragon fruit. His face was slammed, and he was still in the mood to sit here to eat.

"Auntie, there is something wrong with my company, I'm missing."

Russell Qin waved her hand, Feng Yifei packed up and went out, but was stopped by several strong men at the door.

The man parted, the middle-aged bald man in a double-breasted Tang suit, twisted Buddhist beads into the private room, and looked at Jin Wushuang with a smile.

"Mr. Jin, it's very hard for me to find you. I should pay back the money I owe me?"
Chapter completed!