After Zhao Changqi retreated, it was Lin Hao's turn to offer his gift. After giving the gift and giving the congratulatory message, Lin Hao nervously handed the scroll in his hand to Mr. Wu.

What made Lin Hao feel relieved was that Mr. Wu happily took the scroll, opened it with a smile, and kept calling his son: "Yingxiong, you know how to draw, come and see how this painting looks like."

When Wu Yingxiong saw the scroll unfolded in the old man's hand, he was shocked at first. He was a master of calligraphy and painting, and he had collected several works by Chen Xiaodao. When he looked at it, he knew that this was the original work of Chen Xiaodao and that it had a very high artistic value.

Wu Yingxiong was strangely aware of where Lin Hao got the original work of Chen Xiaodao. You should know that although Chen Xiaodao is a contemporary master, his works are rare in the world, and it is hard to find a painting, but a word is worth a thousand gold.

Wu Yingxiong couldn't help but look at Lin Hao deeply, and thought in his heart. Chen Xiaodao's painting is absolutely valuable, at least hundreds of thousands. Although Lin Hao's gift was not given to him, it was given to his father after all. He was suspected of bribery. What was his motive? Shouldn't he let his father accept the painting?

You should know that only Zhao Changqi and Lin Hao are outsiders and people in the officialdom. The others are all from the Wu family and do not interfere in the officialdom. No matter what they give to the old man, it doesn’t matter what they give to the old man. But Zhao Changqi and Lin Hao are different. What they give are very sensitive. Maybe a good birthday celebration will turn into bribery and accepting bribes.

Zhao Changqin's gift was okay, but it was just a jar of wine and two chickens. The jar of wine was not even packaged, and Zhao Changqin should not have spent any money. Besides, thanks to Wu Yingxiong's understanding of Zhao Changqi, Zhao Changqi is not the kind of person who likes to bribe.

But Lin Hao's painting has some problems, it is worth hundreds of thousands. This thing is not something you can collect casually.

Lin Hao was sitting there waiting for Mr. Wu's evaluation when he suddenly noticed that Wu Yingxiong's stern eyes were sweeping towards him. He couldn't help but tremble and inadvertently turned his gaze away from Wu Yingxiong's body.

Mr. Wu is a man in his eighties. In his words, the rice he had eaten is not a skill. The dead people I have seen can circle the earth for a whole circle. When he looked at his son's eyes, he knew what his son was thinking.

So the old man immediately coughed twice and said, "Cough cough, well, Lin Hao, this painting is your own work."

Although the old man has seen that the signature of the work is Chen Gongfu, he knows nothing about art and has never been interested in it. So he has never heard of the name Chen Gongfu. Who knows if he is Lin Hao's name? Since ancient times, art people have liked to give some strange names.

"Oh, no." Lin Hao said quickly.

"Oh, that's what I bought with money. It should have cost a lot of money. I can't accept this." The old man said.

Lin Hao was shocked. He tried his best to get Zhao Changqi to get this painting for him. If Mr. Wu did not accept it, his thoughts would be in vain.

It must be admitted that when Lin Hao chose the gift, he considered more whether Wu Yingxiong would like it, rather than whether Mr. Wu would like it. Now he seems to be suffering from this idea.

Lin Hao stood up hurriedly and said, "Old man, Vice Governor Wu, I didn't buy this painting, but Brother Zhao helped me ask for it from Chen's debt repayment. It didn't cost money. Vice Governor Wu could not trust me, could he still trust County Governor Zhao? Besides, Chen's debt repayment is strange temper. People in the cultural world know that he never sells his works."

"Old man, please accept it with confidence. I can testify that Brother Lin really didn't spend a penny on this painting. It cost me more than a dozen chicken feet, seven or eight salted duck eggs, and a mention of Qingdao Beer. I have been thinking about finding an opportunity to beat Brother Lin for the past two days. Hahaha," Zhao Changgui said with a smile. Everyone in the room couldn't help laughing when they heard Zhao Changgui's explanation.

While pursing his lips, Wu Feiling looked at Zhao Changgui again deeply. She suddenly felt that her father's previous evaluation of Zhao Changgui seemed to be quite pertinent. Wu Feiling didn't know whether he was a genius in civil and military affairs, but she vaguely felt that Zhao Changgui was a bit genius.

This is obvious just by looking at the three gifts Zhao Changqi gave today. In fact, the wine of his brother Wu Feiyu and Lin Hao's paintings must be considered by Zhao Changqi, because they all got things from Zhao Changqi's hands. It is rare that these three things seem to be very pleasing to the old man's eyes.

Especially the two little chickens sent by Zhao Changqiu, the strangeness of Zhao Changqiu is even more obvious. If it was the first time that ordinary people would pay their birthday to the deputy governor’s old man, I would probably not dare to use two little chickens as gifts. But Zhao Changqiu dared. And the old man liked it very much.

"This man seems to be really interesting. His world is really hard to guess." Wu Feiling couldn't help but think.

Zhao Changqi seemed to feel Wu Feiling's gaze, and couldn't help but smile and glance at Wu Feiling. Wu Feiling felt Zhao Changqi's friendly gaze, and a hint of blush appeared on his face unconsciously, and then turned his head to the side.

Wu Feiling felt that her heart was in chaos. She always claimed to be a goddess-like existence and never blushed in front of men, including in front of her boyfriend Swiss franc Bonama. But today, even she didn't know what was wrong with her. The big boy named Zhao Changgui seemed to have a magic power in front of her, which tightly grabbed her heart and made her unable to stop.

Wu Feiling didn't know that she had just exchanged her eyes with Zhao Changqi, but she was seen by his boyfriend Ruilang.

Ruilang stared at Zhao Changgui for a minute, and his hatred for Zhao Changgui became stronger. This guy has always regarded Wu Feiling as his goddess. Now Zhao Changgui is actually flirting with his goddess. How could he not hate Zhao Changgui?

But now it is Mr. Wu’s birthday party after all, so he dare not be arrogant. He can only bury his hatred for Zhao Changqi in his heart and wait for the opportunity to explode.

At this time, the others focused on Mr. Wu and the painting, but no one noticed the small movements between Zhao Changgui, Wu Feiling and Ruilang.

After hearing Zhao Changgui's words, Mr. Wu said with confidence: "Okay, since that's the case, I will accept this painting with a smile. Haha, Ying Xiong,

You haven't told me how this painting is like."

Wu Yingxiong once vaguely heard about the grudge between Zhao Changqi and Chen Xiaodao. It can be said that the original Chen Xiaodao became the current Chen debt repayment, and the main reason was that Zhao Changqi.

With the relationship between Zhao Changqi and Chen Xiaodao, it should not be difficult for him to get the original work of Chen Xiaodao. So after hearing Zhao Changqi's words, he also dispelled his doubts and no longer planned to let his father refuse to accept the painting.

"Dad, what do you think?" Wu Yingxiong knew his father's temper. His opinions on artistic appreciation are always different from his own. If he said that the painting method is good, he must say that the artistic conception is good. If he said that the artistic conception is good, he must say that the painting method is good. Therefore, Wu Yingxiong simply asked the old man to express his opinion first.

"Haha, I think this painting is good, it seems to be specially painted for me. You see, the river in front represents blessings like the long flowing water in the East China Sea, and the mountains behind represent longevity than the pine trees in the South Mountain. Haha, there is also the sunset, which means that the sunset is infinitely good. I am the one who was wasted on the above. However, there are so many children who fell into the water behind, which is really a bit of beauty, and it is a snake that can be added to it. Hahaha."

Zhao Changqiu, Wu Yingxiong and others could not help but look at each other and stare at each other as they listened to Mr. Wu's appreciation. Master Chen's meditation picture with Zen was interpreted by the old man in this way. This is too strange.

"Yingxiong, look at what my father said." After holding the painting and commenting, the old man did not forget to ask his son for his opinion proudly. His son is a great man in the appreciation of calligraphy and painting, so of course he needs to give a comment.

"Okay, okay. Dad's ability to appreciate paintings has improved greatly. I can't even meet. Hahaha." Wu Yingxiong said to his father with a smile.

Today is the old man’s birthday, and everything is about making the old man happy. Besides, art is a matter of personality and wise people’s opinions. As long as you can have your own insights.

Wu Yingxiong originally thought that this time he said exactly what the old man said, and he would definitely not argue with him this time. Unexpectedly, just after he finished speaking, he saw the old man glaring at him and said, "Nonsense, I really think I don't understand painting at all. Even if I don't know how to draw, I can read it. It clearly shows a picture of meditation. People's hearts are as quiet as mountains. Good, good, good, good, good words are better, and the meaning is even better."

At the end of the story, the old man even wrote a likable poem casually, "One day I will walk on the clouds and smile at the dreamers in the world. This painting is better for the elderly, and it is better for those who are officials. No matter what kind of profession a person is engaged in or what height he reaches, as long as his mind can calm down, he will never lose his original heart, and he will never go with the flow and live a life of mourning. Hahaha, it's good to paint, it's easy to paint."

Zhao Changqi, Lin Hao, Wu Yingxiong and others looked at each other again, stunned. Even Wu Yingxiong couldn't see through what level his father was. He thought to himself: "Oh. When did the old man's artistic appreciation ability reach this level? Hey, he even said it out loud."

Lin Hao saw that the old man not only accepted his gift, but also seemed to like it very much, and a big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. He knew that perhaps celebrating his old man to the Wu family today would not be of any help to his career, but if he really asked for something in front of Wu Yingxiong one day, as long as it was not a violation of discipline or an excessive thing, Wu Yingxiong should have a look at him.

Lin Hao felt relieved, but Mr. Ruilang felt even more unhappy. He kept thinking about how to cause some trouble for Zhao Changgui and make him look ugly.

What this guy didn't expect was that after the banquet began, Zhao Changgui did not make a fool of himself, but he made a big ugly first.
Chapter completed!