He’s Actually A Sexy Girl? I Erected! - Chapter 345

Chapter 345: Feng God actually came to eat out_1

“Miss Qin? Haven’t you heard? Today, during the appraiser assessment, a genius appeared who shocked everyone and even garnered praise from Elder Ouyang…”

Mr. Wu, upon hearing Qin Yanan’s voice, began to respond while slowly lifting his head.

When he caught sight of Tang Feng following by Qin Yanan’s side, his voice came to an abrupt halt.

“He…he is…”

He pointed at Tang Feng, his face bearing an expression of seeing a ghost.

“What’s wrong with him?” Qin Yanan asked with a smile.

“He…” Mr. Wu hurriedly opened a photo on his phone and aimed it at the two, “He…he’s that peerless genius…”

It was only then that Tang Feng and Qin Yanan realized that Mr. Wu had been looking at a post about the assessment competition in a group chat.

The photo he had opened showed Tang Feng with his arms wide open, receiving the cheers from the audience.

It must be said, the person who took the photo was quite skilled.

The angle, proportion, and color correction of the photo were all just right.

It perfectly captured his extraordinary bearing in full detail.

“Hello, I am Tang Feng.” Recognized, Tang Feng no longer hid and extended his hand with natural ease.

Mr. Wu was immediately excited, stretching out both hands to shake his, “Feng God, hello, I’m also a Feng fan now…”

“What’s a Feng fan?” Tang Feng was instantly puzzled.

“‘Feng fans’ are what your fans call themselves. We even made a support club, and I’m in it too,” Mr. Wu said with a look that screamed diehard fan.

Tang Feng and Qin Yanan were dumbfounded.

This was beyond their expectations.

Although they had imagined that his performance today might cause quite a stir in the antique circle,

the development of events seemed to have exceeded their predictions.

Fans? A support club?

Are you sure these are terms used in the antique circle?

“We even came up with a slogan, let me recite it for you. Feng God, Feng God, omnipotent…”

Mr. Wu was clearly still recovering from the shock of the competition, rambling on about the fan club.

Tang Feng and Qin Yanan looked at this man in his fifties, whose face was radiating with the youthful excitement of a teenager, and were both somewhat stunned.

But things did not end there.

Just then, a customer dining in the store came up behind them, asking timidly, “Is it really Feng God? Am I dreaming?”

Turning around, they saw a girl in her twenties, gazing at Tang Feng with starry eyes.

“It really is Feng God! Everyone come and see, Feng God has actually come to eat in person.”

Tang Feng and Qin Yanan looked at each other, what did she mean by eating in person? Doesn’t everyone eat on their own?

At the girl’s call, four or five other girls from her table ran over as well.

“Is it really Feng God? Wow, he’s even more handsome in person than in pictures.”

“Feng God, could I get your autograph? I’m a Feng fan too.”

“Feng God, can I take a picture with you?”

“Feng God…”

These girl fans’ performances were much more frantic than Mr. Wu’s, surrounding Tang Feng in an instant, requesting autographs and photos.

The other customers in the store looked over in amazement.

Did a celebrity come to the store?

I wonder if this “Feng God” is an actor or a singer?

Could he be part of a duo with the Rain God?

Tang Feng fulfilled the requests of the female fans amidst his embarrassment.

But the female fans didn’t seem to plan on leaving immediately, continuing to chatter around him.

Most of what they talked about was Tang Feng’s performance in the assessment today.

But it contained many exaggerated elements.

They spoke of Tang Feng as if he were a superhuman with x-ray vision.

Tang Feng felt immensely awkward listening to them.

In the end, Mr. Wu helped him out, “Alright, alright, let’s not disturb Feng God during his meal.”

Only then did the girls reluctantly return to their seats and started bragging in their group chat about their close encounter with Feng God.

Mr. Wu then ushered Tang Feng and Qin Yanan into a high-end private room and arranged a table of fine food and drinks.

He insisted it was a custom meal just for his idol, and even waived their meal fees.

Tang Feng didn’t want to take advantage of this perk and insisted on paying.

But Mr. Wu flatly refused to accept his money.

Finally, with no other choice, Tang Feng proposed, “I heard from Yanan that Mr. Wu is also an antique enthusiast. If you have any antiques that need to be appraised, I can help you for free.”

Mr. Wu’s eyes lit up immediately, “I just acquired a painting recently, so I’d be troubled if Feng God could take a look for me. Please wait a moment.”

With those words, he quickly left the private room.

After exchanging glances, Tang Feng and Qin Yanan both wore wry smiles.

“Look at you, Feng God, now with fans and even a support club. You might as well give up being an appraiser and debut directly,” Qin Yanan teased.

“Hehe, I think it’s just a fleeting obsession. Once the excitement dies down in a couple of days, they will naturally disperse,” Tang Feng said.

While he spoke lightly, Tang Feng’s vanity was greatly satisfied.

Soon, Mr. Wu came back with a scroll in hand.

The three of them collaborated to unfurl the scroll.

It was a landscape painting with the signature “Liu Chaoran.” Tang Feng hadn’t heard this name before and was clueless after examining the painting.

Mr. Wu watched his expressions the entire time and upon seeing his blank look, he became somewhat astonished, “Mr. Tang doesn’t know Liu Chaoran?”

Tang Feng sensed disbelief in his words, as if not knowing Liu Chaoran was something quite unexpected.

He had no choice but to activate his scanning system.

All the information about the painting instantly came up.

He then realized that Liu Chaoran was a very famous painter from South Yue Province, who was still alive.

His forte being landscape paintings, one of his works had even sold at auction for five million yuan.

Having a living painter whose work sold for five million was quite rare.

“I’m sorry, but this painting is not a piece by Master Liu Chaoran, but rather a forgery,” Tang Feng’s gaze moved away from the painting as he gave his verdict.

Mr. Wu, who had been full of anticipation, felt a sudden wave of disappointment, “A fake?”