Zhang Xuan looked at Lin Qinghan's solemn appearance and felt a little funny. This woman was not as nervous as she was when dealing with millions of businesses.

"Okay, OK, I remember it all." Zhang Xuan made an OK gesture.

"Also, oil brushes are divided into many types, flat-headed, hazel-shaped, and fan-shaped. What are these for? You can check them online quickly. These are the most basic things. There are two oil paintings in the room, and the sun is only a little bit less background. Wait, you can just apply the paint with the pen. If you move slowly, it will be fine. Do you understand? Try to fool it, and then let's go to have a meal, and the matter will be over."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Zhang Xuan raised his arms and put them on Lin Qinghan's shoulders, "When did you get into trouble when did you see me?"

"Huh?" Lin Qinghan thought, as if he had told Zhang Xuan that he had never made any mistakes.

Just as Lin Qinghan was about to speak, she wanted to say something else, but she saw Fang Luo walk out of the study.

"Mr. Zhang, the sunrise in your room can be said to have completely restored the original work of Master Ferge. Do you also like Master Ferge's works?"

"Yes." Zhang Xuan nodded, "Singhan and I met at Master Ferge's art exhibition. Master Ferge's works have brought me such an indescribable fate."

"Mr. Zhang, you are really a romantic person." Fang Luo's eyes wandered back and forth between Zhang Xuan and Lin Qinghan, with a complex look in his eyes. "I wonder what Mr. Zhang is studying recently. I saw Mr. Zhang prepare a lot of rice paper. Are you planning to learn Chinese painting?"

"Well, I have some idea of ​​this." Zhang Xuan nodded, "But Chinese painting is too profound and it will be difficult to achieve success in a while. This time Mr. Fang comes, I hope I can give me a few words."

"Haha, Mr. Zhang has been awarded the award. Look at Mr. Zhang's painting skills are not inferior to me. Where can I mention anything or not? If Mr. Zhang has time, we can go to the gallery tea together."

When Fang Luo heard the word "Gallery Tea", Lin Sing-han and Milan's faces changed at the same time. Lin Sing-han even winked at Zhang Xuan, meaning that Zhang Xuan would not agree.

"Of course, it's OK at any time." Zhang Xuan smiled and replied.

"It's better to choose a day than to meet the day. Now it's lunch order. There should be many people in the gallery and teahouse, so let's go now."

Several people left the apartment one after another and got on their own cars. Lin Qinghan drove her Mercedes-Benz GT and drove on the road.

"How did you promise him to drink gallery tea?" Lin Qinghan's face looked very unfair.

"Didn't you say you'll go to have a meal as soon as possible? He asked, and I agreed." Zhang Xuanli replied as if he was right.

"You! Alas!" Lin Qinghan looked at Zhang Xuan, sighed heavily, and shook her head, "It's not your fault. Gallery tea is a flower talk in the industry, not just going to eat."

"What does it mean?" Zhang Xuan asked curiously. He had never heard of gallery tea.

"The so-called gallery tea refers to a tea restaurant specially used to discuss painting. The capital of each province has such a place. There is a rule for gallery tea. Every meal, a painting will be taken out for the people present to discuss, style, authenticity, and people who dare to drink gallery tea have made great achievements in painting. Fang Luo called you to drink gallery tea, just to compare with you in this regard."

"So that's how it is." Zhang Xuan nodded thoughtfully. All the time he came into contact with internationally famous painting masters, and all he saw were genuine works. He really had never heard of gallery tea.

There is a wooden bridge on the Aiyi River in Yinzhou City. The bridge deck is dark red and full of age. Walking along the bridge and across the Aiyi River, there is a wooden house. The wooden house is not big and has an ancient flavor. It stands in the middle of the Aiyi River. Above the wooden house, there is a smoke from cooking. This is the gallery tea in Yinzhou City.

This tea restaurant is very famous in Yinzhou City. It only cooks vegetarian dishes and tastes great. Many rich people want to come here to enjoy a meal, but not everyone will receive it. The most basic thing is that you need to be a member of the painting association to eat here, because this is a place to drink gallery tea, eating vegetables and drinking is small, and talking about painting together is big.

After Fang Luoliang showed his status as a senior member of the Yanjing Painting Association, he was naturally received.

Although Lin Qinghan is the richest man in Yinzhou City, it is her first time visiting this tea restaurant, full of fresh curiosity.

The restaurant is built on the water surface, and the entire restaurant is made of wooden boards. When people stand inside, they will feel a profound artistic conception, as if they have returned to that ancient era, literati and poets chat and laugh freely.

The restaurant is not large in size. The entire dining lobby is only 100 square meters, with a total of sixteen wooden tables. Each table is clean and can sit up to six people on a table.

The wall panels around the restaurant are full of Chinese paintings for people to appreciate.

Zhang Xuan and the other two sat on a wooden table in a corner, ordered some tea and vegetarian dishes. They did not pursue delicious food too much. After all, there are three international chefs sitting on this table. If you really want to eat delicious food, no one of them is as delicious as you cook it yourself.

At this time, there were two tables of people sitting in the restaurant, all of whom ordered a pot of tea, held a drawing board, and wrote on the drawing board with the wolf hair in their hands.

Soon, several plates of exquisite vegetarian dishes were placed in front of Zhang Xuan and the other two, scented. The five of them ate vegetables while chatting. No one mentioned the questions about painting, but instead talked about interesting things about school. This made Lin Junhan breathe a sigh of relief. If you could talk less, the chance of revealing the stuff is one point. On the way here just now, she kept urging Zhang Xuan to check the knowledge about Chinese painting online, but how many could she check?

As several people chatted, more and more people were in the restaurant.

If you don’t come into contact with an industry, you don’t know the mystery of an industry. Just like Zhang Xuan, before he came to this restaurant, he would never have expected that so many people would come to the restaurant to discuss painting. All sixteen tables in the restaurant were full, and some people came, but because they had no seat, they left in disappointment.

Although Lin Sing-han and the three girls, although they were sitting in the corner, they became the most beautiful scenery in the restaurant. There were even painters who had waved their brushes to make photos of the three girls.

"A few people are here for the first time, right?" A middle-aged man with a somewhat obese figure couldn't help but come up to chat with him, "I am Wan Yichang, who runs a small pleasure boat in Yinzhou."

The obese middle-aged man handed a business card to Zhang Xuan and the others' table. To be precise, it was handed to Lin Qinghan and the three girls.
Chapter completed!