A white car was driving in the suburbs, and the speed was not slow or fast. The woman who was concentrating on driving said with a gentle smile: "I heard that Vice President Yan had taken the scene in the villa area where he filmed "The Sex of War". Vice President Yan must be familiar with it."

Yan Aoan, who was originally looking at the beautiful spring scenery outside the window, came back to her senses when she heard this, and remembered the passionate scene of using naked substitutes. She didn't know if Zhuang Nana was pointing something, and responded lightly: "I've been here a few times."

"Lan Bo has always praised the villa here for being built with a Chinese flavor, but I have not had the chance to see it yet. He is a Chinese master and is particularly passionate about Chinese traditional culture." Zhuang Nana explained very friendly.

"The planning and publicity in Banshan was made by Huangyu Media. It is indeed as your friend said, with a strong classical charm. It seems that he is a very insightful person." Yan Aonan also responded with kindness, continuing this topic without any pain.

"Lan Bo wants to ask Vice President Yan to help identify an ancient painting. He has not yet asked Vice President Yan how well he knows calligraphy and painting?" There are always some women in this world who can speak temptations and even mockery in a beautiful way.

Treasure appraisal is actually the basic quality of starting an escort agency. Especially Yan Aoan, who is like "the No. 1 female escort in the Tang Dynasty" is naturally happy with it. What's more, her grandfather is good at calligraphy and painting. She is proficient in this aspect, but she just smiled implicitly: "I know the basics and I really like classical calligraphy and painting."

"By the way, Lan Bo doesn't dare to take this thing out to see someone. The main reason is that he has cooperated with our Ancheng Investment more and more closely, so he asked me to help him find a suitable candidate. Therefore, please ask Vice President Yan to do a good job of confidentiality at that time." Zhuang Nana reminded him as if she had just remembered it.

"Sure." Yan Aonan responded concisely.

Zhuang Nana didn't say anything, and continued to look at the road ahead. After a while, she had seen several villas hidden among the mountains and rivers, as if she was in a fairyland.

Putting aside Zhuang Nana's looming hostility towards her, Yan Aoan felt that she was really a smart and capable woman. It was rare to be able to sit in the position of An Cheng as the deputy general manager and make so many subordinates obey her words.

The car began to climb the mountain slowly. Whether it was as Zhuang Nana said that she was in the Mid-mountain villa for the first time, she seemed to be familiar with the road. Finally, she parked the car in front of a villa, and after honking the horn, the door slowly opened.

Lan Bo is a blond and blue-eyed foreigner with huge body. At this moment, he was taking a shower for a huge dog in the garden. Each person and the dog were having a lot of fun. Seeing Zhuang Nana leading Yan Aoan over, he just smiled and nodded, and then continued to complete the work at hand.

The dog looked very enjoyable, shaking its head and swaying its fur, and water droplets splashed everywhere. The owner didn't seem to mind. The intimate feeling reminded Yan Aoan of his BMW "rouge".

"Miss Zhuang, please come with me to sit in front." A thin man like a bamboo pole, dressed in a decent and standardized uniform, like a villa manager, greeted them in stiff Chinese.

"Okay, I'm in trouble." Zhuang Nana was also very caring, following the leader in front of her with elegant and rhythmic steps.

The appearance of the villa in Banshan is a Chinese-style courtyard layout. I don’t know whether the layout inside is based on the work of the builder or the owner’s own style, and it has a low-key and luxurious family style.

Yan Aoan could see that the table and chairs here were extremely particular materials. Even the tea sets used to make tea and the antiques placed casually on the antique shelf, it was not difficult to see the owner's taste and his expert in Chinese culture.

After drinking two cups of tea, Lan Bo had already changed his clothes and appeared in the hall with wet hair. Although the blonde and blue-eyed man looked agile, he smiled apologetically: "Nana, I'm really sorry, Bill was so naughty that he made himself dirty."

"It's okay, Lan Bo, this is my colleague Yan Aonan. I heard that she is good at studying Chinese antiques, so I thought of your instructions and couldn't wait to bring her over." Zhuang Nana said straight to the point.

"Is it this beautiful young lady? It's really a bit surprising." Lan Bo said frankly and unconcealedly: "If you brought a dirty old man in charlatan today, I would feel more reliable."

Yan Aoan inexplicably had a good impression of this straightforward attitude, and of course it also aroused the fighting spirit in his bones: "My grandfather is interested in calligraphy and painting, and I can also be regarded as intoxicated by the way of calligraphy and painting."

Zhuang Nana looked at Yan Aoan in a little surprised. The information she knew showed that Yan Aoan was a lonely man, or she was also a person with a background but was unwilling to show off? Zhuang Nana secretly speculated, but her face was still smiling like a spring breeze and said, "Lan Bo, don't underestimate the lady in front of her. I heard that her treasure appraisal skills are more beautiful than her appearance. If you don't believe me, can you still doubt our Chairman Hui's vision?"

It seems that Hui'an and Mr. Lan Bo have a very shallow friendship. Maybe Zhuang Nana uses him to test her strength, which has also been acquiesced by Hui'an.

"I really don't dare, otherwise Mei Meiren should be angry at me. Okay, I won't waste everyone's time. Nana, you can sit here for a while, or go to the yard for a walk and see the flowers. It's all right. I'll take this Miss Yan to the study first." Although I don't really believe in Yan Aonan's ability, perhaps Hui'an's face played a role, Lan Bo decided to take her to try it.

"Okay, Lan Bo, you guys go and do your business first. I'll visit your villa first." Zhuang Nana didn't feel embarrassed at all because of her master, but instead smiled charmingly as if she was satisfied.

Yan Aoan also admired Lan Bo's caution and followed his firm and powerful steps to walk towards the second floor. The Lan Bo in front of her always gave her some familiar feeling. Perhaps it was because of her aura, or perhaps it was something else. Anyway, she had not seen many foreigners. Maybe the big-nosed foreigners felt the same way in her eyes.

When he walked into the study, the ink fragrance was bursting, but the overall layout was much simpler than the downstairs, and there were not many calligraphy and paintings on display. Yan Aoan just took a light look at the picture of "The King of the Tower" on the wall, and couldn't help but take a deep breath, shocked.

From the outside, Lan Bo looks like a foreigner who loves life and has thick lines, but in fact he is a delicate person. From the beginning of entering the door, he quietly stares at Yan Aoan's expression, capturing her flash of shock and stunning surprise. Fang Xiao asked, "Miss Yan, what do you think of this painting?"

Lan Bo speaks very authentic Chinese, and has a little Beijing accent. If you just listen to the sound but don’t see the person, Yan Aoan would never dare to imagine that this was a foreigner. She smiled and said, “I didn’t expect that Mr. Lan Bo is so generous. Even in the era when this painter lived, it was hard to find a painting of his works by famous families.”

Lan Bo continued to ask with interest: "It sounds like Miss Yan is very familiar with his works."

Yan Aoan smiled and said, "My grandfather liked his paintings very much and called his works "a strange person, no one is alike." He even copied his works when he was idle."

"Oh, if you have the chance, I really want to see it." Lan Bo said thoughtfully.

"The way of paintings has their own preferences. At least in my opinion, my grandfather's level of copying the paintings of Mr. Wu Daozi is no worse than the one you hang on the wall by Mr. Lan Bo." Yan Aonan smiled.

Lan Bo's green pupils slightly opened. He didn't expect that this woman who looked like a young man last year could tell the source of the painting, and he also saw that it was a copy.

In fact, the reason why Lan Bo hung this painting here was because this painting copied by Wu Daozi by Song was quite vivid. Many of the seniors from the appraisal industry he secretly invited could not tell the authenticity of it, and thought he had obtained a genuine copy.

Yan Aoan has been humble and polite since entering the door. With Lan Bo's eyesight, it looks like a quiet orchid in the valley, with a faint fragrance. However, he didn't expect that in addition to his good eyesight, he also spoke so arrogantly, so he said unconvincedly: "Miss Yan, how could he know that this work is far from Mr. Wu?"

How could he know that Yan Aoan was a Tang Dynasty man, and her grandfather was also very good at painting, but she was not willing to pursue fame and fortune, so she retired to Xingcun with her grandmother. The Tang Dynasty's paintings were naturally better than those of "descendants".

Moreover, Yan Aoan knew that his grandfather copied Wu Daozi's paintings at that time and was just interested in figure paintings. You should know that Wu Daozi, who was in his early 20s, had just made his mark in the Tang Dynasty. Yan Aoan was also entrusted to give him his works, so he studied and reviewed his paintings with his grandfather.

Yan Aonan naturally understood that what Lan Bo wanted to say was not Mr. Wu, but his grandfather. He smiled and said, "Mr. Wu's writing is made of many details in one stroke, and compared to his predecessors, his brushwork is more 'ancient'. This painting obviously has not yet reached such a charm."

Lan Bo then had to look at the oriental beauty in front of him. Perhaps her understanding of the painting is not worse than her appearance. A sincere smile emerged from her blue eyes and said, "It seems that Miss Yan is indeed the real person here. Today I would like to ask you to taste this collection. I really found the right person."

In Yan Aoan's era, Wu Daozi could only be regarded as "one of our generation", which means "new star" who is preparing to make a name for himself like her. However, for today more than a thousand years later, he is already a painting saint praised by the world. Yan Aoan thought to himself that what he hung on the wall was already a confusing ancient work, and I don't know what kind of masterpiece it would be if it were hidden and reluctant to show it to others.

Lan Bo solemnly wore a pair of white gloves and carefully pressed a button on the giant wooden desk. The desktop slowly opened, and a slightly incomplete ancient painting appeared in a space covered by glass.

Yan Aonan was truly amazed by the magnificent painting in front of her. This was an "ancient painting" that even she, the Tang Dynasty, felt extremely rare. It was a "Picture of the Goddess of Luo River" by Gu Kaizhi, a master of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. The characters appeared in it. Yan Aonan was quite out of control and lingered in his eyes for a long time.

Lan Bo said proudly: "Miss Yan, please see how my collection is?"

"It's so wonderful." Yan Aoan smiled happily and said in great admiration: "Among the works of Master Gu Kaizhi, the most intriguing thing for women is this scroll. The love between Cao and the goddess of the unique path of human and gods is really beautiful."

Not to mention where Mr. Lan Bo found such an ancient painting, it is rare to preserve 70% or 80% of the style of this ancient painting. This glass space should be a good constant humidity space to ensure the extension of the "lifetime" of this ancient painting.

"Haha, it's interesting. Then Miss Yan, please look slowly, take a closer look, and help me identify if this painting is the original work of Master Gu Kaizhi?" Lan Bo said excitedly.

He savored it carefully around the long table, as if he had returned to his time discussing calligraphy and painting with his grandfather in his spare time. Yan Aoan felt the warm afternoon sun outside the window, and felt that his limbs and pores were extremely relaxed to enjoy it.

"Master Gu Kaizhi is good at characters and landscapes. I wonder if Mr. Lan Bo has ever heard of an interesting thing about his lover?" Yan Aonan looked greedy for paintings, and suddenly said that Lan Bo was not an outsider.

"Although I don't have the thoughts of you little girls, I am willing to listen to what Miss Yan said." I am naturally very interested in a holder who has collected Master Gu's works.

"The folk rumor is not counted, and it is for fun. It is said that when Master Gu Kaizhi was young, he missed a lady from a family and could not get it, so he painted it on the wall, but heard that the lady suddenly suffered from a heart disease. The lady who could not get married due to illness had to beg her by her family. Gu Kaizhi, who had been able to get married after getting the beauty, took the beauty to visit his study, but she suddenly realized that when Gu Kaizhi nailed the painting on the wall, he accidentally nailed the nail in her heart. Shortly after taking it off, her heart disease was cured."

"There are such stories, which are so wonderful. I like the stories and culture of Oriental Shen Yun the most. After Miss Yan said this, you can feel the emotions in this "The Goddess of Luo River"." Lan Bo said very sensational.

"Master Gu Kaizhi's paintings are known as 'man is greater than the book, and water cannot be overwhelmed'. This painting is very vivid and vivid. Mr. Lan Bo is very blessed." Yan Aonan exclaimed.

"Copy?" Lan Bo asked in surprise. He always thought that the painting he held should be genuine, so he was so careful. If he had just entered the door, he would have heard Yan Aoan say this, he would definitely have to blow her out. Now he was not sure: "This work is the same as Wu Daozi's one. It has been a Song copy, but it is all collected by some museums in China. How can Miss Yan tell that my painting is a copy?"

"Master Gu Kaizhi's landscape, trees and stones are outlined with lines, without rubbing. Especially the characters in this "The Goddess of Luo River" are even more known as "watching the flying geese". The copywriter's pen tip of the copy is similar to that of him, and it is already the best work in the copy." Yan Aonan sighed.

"Oh, it sounds like Miss Yan can tell whose original work it is?" Lan Bo said curiously. He always arrogantly believed that the reason why this painting was the original work was because of the age and brushwork of the work, it really looked like Master Gu Kaizhi.

"That's right, my grandfather also highly praised him. If Mr. Lan Bo obtains this work from the value of collection, he may be better than having the original work of Master Gu Kaizhi's "The Goddess of Luo River". Master Lu Tanwei of the Southern Dynasty was called "Gu Lu". This "The Goddess of Luo River" is a copy of Master Lu Tanwei. Compared with it, the handwriting is sharp, like a cone knife and horse. The bones are clear and vivid, and it makes people like a god."

Lan Bo is half-believing and half-doubted, but no matter what, he is satisfied with the work he owns, which is quite collectible. But now he wants to ask industry experts to identify whether there is Lu Tanwei's pen and ink in this work.

The two of them talked happily in the study, and the woman walking in the garden seemed to be fascinated by the beautiful scenery in front of her. She had a delicate smile on her face and was teasing a huge dog.

"Bill, it seems that your master has a good impression of her? Why haven't he come out after chatting for so long? Hum?" Zhuang Nana murmured to the giant canine. The housekeeper not far away seemed a little anxious. Obviously, he didn't expect that his violent Tibetan mastiff would have such a good temper at this moment. This Miss Zhuang Nana is really not simple.

Zhuang Nana's palm touched Bill's fur, making the giant Tibetan mastiff lie beside her like a obedient pug, enjoying her service. Zhuang Nana, who continued to talk to herself while teasing the dog, asked with a smile: "It seems that I have done something stupid again. That woman is either very good at men or is really real in antiques. I guess your owner will not vote her against Chairman Hui. Bill, do you think so?"

As if in agreement with her point of view, Bill let out a satisfying whine. Its understanding makes Zhuang Nana laugh. Suddenly, the music ringtone in her handbag rang, and Bill barked in dissatisfaction.

Zhuang Nana comforted it while taking out the phone, but it was a strange number. After answering it, she heard a woman in it arrogantly saying, "Miss Zhuang, I took the liberty to disturb you."

"Are you?" Zhuang Nana asked with a professional polite attitude.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is whether you hate that woman Yan Aoan now. It feels uncomfortable to be suppressed by her? Why don't we come and discuss cooperation?" The tone of voice as if she was sure she would be interested was really annoying.

"I wonder, Miss Anonymous, do you have any misunderstandings? Vice President Yan is now a new member of our Ancheng and a new colleague who is good at me. I am not interested in the cooperation you said at all. Please don't harass me in the future, thank you." Zhuang Nana, who hung up the phone, felt a little relieved.
Chapter completed!