Chapter 2738 It's really something

Author: Ye Gongzi

Chapter 2738 It's really something

At this time, it was already nightfall in Jinling.

Ma Lan had prepared dinner and was greeting Ye Chen and Xiao Churan to serve. At the same time, she couldn't help but complain: "It's eight o'clock, why don't Xiao Changkun, the old bastard, know? I don't know where the wandering went when I got home!"

Ye Chen casually said: "Mom, dad is now the executive vice president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association. He must be busy at ordinary times, so you should be more considerate."

Ma Lan said disdainfully: "I understand him so much. How much does he have? How can I not know? Let him be the executive vice president. I see that the manager of the Calligraphy and Painting Association are blind."

As he was talking, Xiao Changkun pushed the door and walked in.

Xiao Churan quickly greeted him: "Dad, wash your hands and come to have a meal!"

Xiao Changkun asked casually: "What kind of rice are you cooking? Are there any hard dishes?"

Ma Lan cursed and said, "The turtle lid is hard, will you chew it? If you chew it, I will buy you two pieces tomorrow!"

Xiao Changkun had a headache when he heard Ma Lan's words and frowned and said, "You really can't spit out ivory from your mouth."

As he said that, he stepped into the restaurant, washed his hands by the pool of the Western Kitchen, and then slowly came to the dining table to sit down, and said to Ye Chen: "Good son-in-law, guess who did I see on the antique street today?"

Ye Chen said casually: "It must be Zhang Ermao, who else can I get?"

Xiao Changkun said in surprise: "Yes, good son-in-law, you are so beautiful!"

Ye Chen smiled and said, "Dad, don't say that I knew that Zhang Ermao had returned to Antique Street. Even if I don't know, if you ask this, it's just that Zhang Ermao didn't run away. We know each other. Who else is there to make antiques in Antique Street?"

"Yes." Xiao Changkun nodded, then thought of what happened to Antique Street, and sighed: "This Zhang Ermao is getting darker and darker. Today he set up a stall and set up a piece of lightning-striking wood. I asked him how much it costs. He opened his mouth and only five million. Is this so crazy poor, right?"

As he said that, he remembered something and said, "Oh, by the way, I heard that Zhang Ermao didn't do antiques some time ago, so he went to Mr. Hong Wu. Now he can't get along with Mr. Hong Wu? Or is he planning to bring the Hei Society's forced buying and selling methods into the antique circle?"

Ye Chen smiled and said, "Dad, do you care what Zhang Ermao does? He likes to sell a piece of lightning wood as much as he sells. No one buys it when it sells high. Based on your experience in the antique industry for so many years, have you heard of any fool who would spend 5 million to buy a piece of lightning wood?"

Xiao Changkun nodded with a pursed lips and said with a smile: "That's right."

Ma Lan, who was standing beside him, asked, "Xiao Changkun, are you starting to trade antiques again?"

Xiao Changkun glanced at her sideways and said casually: "I'm not an antique dealer, why are you buying antiques? You just have a wise eye and can be considered a top player in this industry. Occasionally, I can catch a chance, and I can pick up a big leak with just one move."

"You?" Ma Lan said disdainfully: "As soon as you take action, don't make trouble, it's just like burning the incense!"

"You know what a fool!" Xiao Changkun looked at her contempt, and then said to Ye Chen: "By the way, good son-in-law, our Calligraphy and Painting Association will hold an ancient calligraphy and painting exhibition in Jinling in a while. This time, the calligraphy and painting exhibition is very high in the specifications, and our city is also very supportive. At that time, it should face the whole country and make a big move! Maybe even CCTV will be invited to report it all!"

Ye Chen asked curiously: "So much noise? Our Jinling is not a hometown of calligraphy and painting. Isn't it a bit forced to do such a big move?"

Xiao Changkun said: "It doesn't matter if Jinling is not a hometown of calligraphy and painting. As long as Jinling can exhibit awesome calligraphy and painting works, we are now collecting works from famous artists from collectors throughout Jinling. The first step is to raise the work of famous artists in the hands of collectors. Our president and other vice presidents have a lot of ancient calligraphy and paintings. I, the executive vice president, are the most popular. Although I am the second-in-command, I don't want anything in my hands. Can you find a connection to help me collect a few pictures? If it really doesn't work, it will be a good idea to borrow a few pictures. After the calligraphy and painting exhibition, my dad will return it to you!"

Ye Chen asked curiously: "Dad, did you ask Zhang Ermao when you went to Antique Street today? Isn't he quite a way?"

"Zhang Ermao?" Xiao Changkun curled his lips and said, "You don't know that kid is a completely unscrupulous businessman. A few years ago, he didn't know which old man he learned from, so he peed on fake calligraphy and paintings to make old, and even sold them to Japanese and Koreans who came to collect antiques. In the end, they all went to the embassy. I asked him for help. If he also pee a few pairs of them, my face would definitely be thrown across the country by then."

Ye Chen had never heard of such a thing before, and asked curiously: "Where is Zhang Ermao's deeds? What happened later? How did he deal with it?"

Xiao Changkun said: "If you want to say that Zhang Ermao is indeed a little capable. He buried thunder for those foreigners, sold a batch of fake bronzes, and collected a lot of money from them, and helped them get them abroad. The foreigners thought they had found treasures, so he threatened the foreigners with this, saying that he had surrendered himself at the worst. Everyone was killed and went to prison together. How dare those Japanese and Koreans stay in prison in China, and they ended up in the end."

Speaking of this, Xiao Changkun couldn't help but smack his lips and sighed: "Tsk tsk, if you want to talk about this Ermao, it's really a bit of a fucking thing."

Ye Chen smiled and said, "Dad, you have never seen Zhang Ermao sell "Mona Lisa". If you see him, you will definitely be shocked."

Xiao Changkun asked curiously: "Zhang Ermao sells "Mona Lisa"? What is this?"

Ye Chen smiled and said, "I also heard that he sold a Mona Lisa in an ink painting to a Frenchman and sold it for a lot of money."

"There is such a thing?" Xiao Changkun said in surprise: "Then foreigners' brains were kicked by donkeys? Isn't "Mona Lisa" hanging in their Louvre?"

Ye Chen waved his hand: "The one hanging in the Louvre was copied by Leonardo da Vinci, and the original work was Zhao Mengfu, our Yuan Dynasty painter."

"What..." Xiao Changkun was confused: "Good son-in-law, where are you talking about it? How could Zhao Mengfu still have something to do with "Mona Lisa"? Besides, he and Da Vinci are apart in age, and there should be two hundred years..."

Xiao Churan, who was standing beside him, couldn't help laughing and said, "Husband, don't fool dad..."

Ye Chen laughed and said, "Dad, I won't joke with you anymore, hurry up and have a meal!"

Xiao Changkun came back to his senses and said angrily: "Good son-in-law, it doesn't matter if you joke with dad, but don't forget what dad said just now."

"You want calligraphy and painting, right?" Ye Chen nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll arrange it, how much do you want?"

Xiao Changkun thought for a while and said, "Our president said he was going to take out five calligraphy and paintings. I am the second-in-command, a little less than him, just four!"

Ye Chen nodded: "Okay, I'll cover it with me."
Chapter completed!