It's already 2026, how can we still talk about having many children and having many blessings?

Lin Xianglong picked up the picture frame again and examined it closely under the light.

Upon seeing this, his expression changed.

There is a very fine slit at the edge of the drawing paper.

You can't notice it unless you look closely.

Lin Xianglong gently pressed the surface of the drawing paper with his finger, and then looked at the light passing through it.

"Xiao Zhao, go get the tools."

The servant was stunned for a moment, then quickly ran into the back room and took out a set of tools for restoring calligraphy and paintings: tweezers, a spray bottle, a brush, absorbent paper, and a bright lamp.

Lin Xianglong turned the frame over and carefully removed the back panel.

The drawing paper was taken out and laid flat on the table.

He sprayed a thin mist onto the edge of the drawing paper with a spray bottle, waited a moment, pinched the corner with his fingers, and gently peeled it off.

A corner of the peony painting was lifted.

Another layer of paper was visible underneath.

The paper is yellower, the ink is darker, and the brushstrokes are completely different.

Lin Xianglong's hand paused.

He took a deep breath and moved his hands more gently and slowly, separating the two layers of paper little by little, as if performing a delicate operation.

The servant stood to the side, not daring to utter a sound.

Five minutes later, the entire painting was completely peeled off.

It is a landscape painting.

Distant mountains are like dark eyebrows, and nearby waters are shrouded in mist. Nestled in the mountains is a thatched pavilion where two people sit facing each other, one playing the zither and the other listening. The brushstrokes are elegant and refined, and the artistic conception is lofty and profound, a world completely different from that gaudy peony painting.

Lin Xianglong stared at the painting for several minutes.

Then he put down the tweezers, supported himself on the table with both hands, slowly raised his head, and looked at Chen Mo.

All the previous impatience and indifference had vanished, replaced by a look of utmost respect.

"Young man... no, sir, I was mistaken just now. To be able to see the painting within the painting through the fake one, you are the true expert. May I ask your surname, sir?"

"My surname is Chen."

"Mr. Chen, if I'm not mistaken, this painting was created by Shen Zhou in his later years during the Ming Dynasty. Shen Zhou was the founder of the Wu School of painting, and his authentic works have fetched between 1000 million and 1200 million yuan at auctions in recent years."

Lin Xianglong said solemnly, "However, this painting is not of standard size, it is rather small, and it has no inscription, only a hidden seal. All things considered, the market value is estimated to be between six and eight million."

"I see you're quite an expert, young man. How about I offer the highest price, eight million, and sell it to me?"

Chen Mo looked at Lin Xianglong, and his mind-reading ability was automatically activated.

[This is a work by Shen Zhou from his later years, depicting a recluse, making it far rarer than his more casual works. If a suitable collector can be found, it could sell for 1100 million, or it could fetch an even higher price at auction—a huge profit.]

Wow, they made 300 million in one go?

Before he could speak, a voice came from the shop entrance.

"Mr. Lin, may I take a look at this painting?"

A young woman walked in through the door.

She was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a beige silk shirt, black wide-leg pants, and a watch on her wrist that, while the brand was unclear, looked expensive.

With her long hair flowing over her shoulders and her cool, aloof eyes, her mere presence commanded the attention of everyone present.

A male assistant carrying her bag followed behind her, his expression extremely respectful.

Lin Xianglong immediately stood up: "So it's Miss Gu, please make yourself at home."

Miss Gu walked to the table and bent down to look at the painting.

She looked very carefully, from the distant mountains in the upper right corner all the way to the thatched pavilion in the lower left corner, and finally stopped on the face of the person playing the zither.

"It is indeed Shen Zhou." She straightened up and looked at Chen Mo. "Nine million, will you sell?"

Chen Mo glanced at her.

The mind-reading ability was triggered, and a line of text appeared above her head.

The chairman's office at the new company headquarters needs a painting that can command respect, and this one is perfect. Around ten million is fine, cheaper than at auction and no waiting time.

Chen Mo understood.

This is no ordinary buyer; he's a big boss who's eager to have his business painted to impress his clients.

Moreover, her target price is around ten million.

He looked at Lin Xianglong, "Mr. Lin, are you going to make another bid?"

Lin Xianglong glanced at Miss Gu, shook his head, and said, "I won't take what belongs to someone else."

Clearly, he was giving this Miss Gu a lot of face.

Chen Mo shook his head. "Nine million is too low, let's go for ten million."

"This is a work by Shen Zhou in his later years, depicting a recluse, and is much rarer than his occasional works. If it were put up for auction, or if it were put up for auction and found a collector who would appreciate it, it could fetch 1200 million, but I'm too lazy to wait."

Miss Gu looked at him in surprise.

Lin Xianglong's expression changed, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face, but his gaze towards Chen Mo became even more serious.

"Okay. Ten million. Xiao Liu, transfer the money."

Her male assistant immediately took out his phone and walked up to Chen Mo.

A short while later, Chen Mo's phone rang.

Bank newsletter.

Ten million has been received.

He tried to remain calm.

"Mr. Chen, you seem to be an expert. Could you leave your contact information so I can contact you if you have any more good stuff like this in the future?"

Ms. Gu took a business card from her assistant and handed it to him.

The business card reads: Gu Qingyao, Chairman of Shengheng Group.

"Okay." Chen Mo put away the business card and recited his mobile phone number.

Gu Qingyao saved the number, then had someone carefully put the painting away before turning and walking out of Rongbaoxuan.

Lin Xianglong realized what was happening and quickly poured Chen Mo a cup of tea, presenting it to him with both hands.

"Mr. Chen, please don't take offense at my rudeness earlier. In the future, if you have any treasures, Rongbaoxuan will definitely pay a high price for them."

Chen Mo picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Okay."

After leaving Rongbaoxuan, he turned into a small alley and looked at the numbers on his phone.

"Sigh, I want to work hard too, but the system won't give me a chance."

[Please focus your attention on marrying wives and concubines; many children bring many blessings. Keep up the good work.]

The system's voice rang in my mind again, still carrying that arrogant air.

"Alright." Chen Mo put away his phone, in an extremely good mood. "System, open the offspring map."

The light screen unfolded before my eyes.

Four red dots are flashing on the map.

The fourth red dot is located in the eastern part of the city, not far away.

"Huh? That's a wealthy neighborhood. Haha, finally, a rich woman and a mother! I won't have to sponsor her anymore, right?"

He immediately drove there according to the map of his offspring.

Twenty minutes later, the BYD Han drove onto a road it had never been on before.

After rounding a gentle slope, the view suddenly opened up before us.

A large villa area nestled against the mountains and facing the lake has sprung up, with each villa having its own yard.

You can see that there is a swimming pool, a terrace, and a separate garage in the yard.

The cars coming and going were all Bentleys and Cayennes.

His BYD Han was parked in the middle of the road, looking completely out of place.

A woman walked by on the side of the road leading two Afghan hounds. She glanced at his car, her eyes showing no disdain, only indifference.

Chen Mo suddenly understood the difference between Xiangsi Lake Residence and this place.

Xiangsi Lake Residence is for the wealthy, this place is for people of status.

The houses here aren't something you can just buy with money; you need to be part of a certain social circle, have connections, and get recommendations.

He parked the car under a camphor tree without turning off the engine.

Following the map of offspring, look to the right at the mansion with its own yard.

In the courtyard, under an osmanthus tree, there is a rattan recliner.

A woman was sitting in the chair.

She looked to be in her early thirties, wearing a silk loungewear dress, her hair pulled back, and her figure exuded a mature and voluptuous charm.

She was holding a baby wrapped in a light pink swaddle.

Chen Mo sat in the car and watched her through the window for a long time.

The system interface unfolds before your eyes.

[Biological mother of the offspring: Gu Wanqing]

[Offspring's gender: Male]

[Date of birth: December 19]