When Jiang Jingping appeared on the stage, everyone was shocked. Everyone could not believe their own eyes. Jiang Jingping, who had been disabled for more than ten years, actually stood up.
"What?"
"How is this possible? I'm dazzled?"
When Jiang Jingsheng saw Jiang Jingping walking on the stage, he was so frightened that he stood up immediately. He quickly wiped his eyes with a look of disbelief on his face. He just felt that he was hallucinating!
"kindness?"
"what's the situation?"
"Why did he stand up? What happened?" Jiang Zhilan looked at Jiang Jingping with a look of disbelief.
"Isn't it?"
"Can you stand up? A medical miracle?" Jiang Mingyuan said in disbelief.
On the stage, Zhou Huishan saw Jiang Jingping walking straight towards her. She opened her mouth in surprise and said in disbelief: "Jingping, you...you stood up?"
"How can it be?"
"Have you not seen many doctors and you will never be able to stand up in your life?"
Off the stage, when Jiang Muyun saw Jiang Jingping standing up, she suddenly became excited, rushed forward, hugged her father, and cried with joy: "Dad, why did you stand up? Who cured you?"
"who is it?"
Not only Jiang Muyun, but everyone at the scene had this doubt. Jiang Jingping had been disabled for many years and his legs had long lost the ability to move. With current medical skills alone, it was impossible for him to stand up.
"yes……"
Jiang Jingping was stunned when he heard this, and then looked at Xiao Beichen in the audience. He saw that Xiao Beichen did not speak, but just shook his head and blinked.
"A friend of mine!"
Jiang Jingping straightened his back, raised the corners of his mouth, and said confidently: "A few days ago, a friend of mine who studied medicine overseas returned to Haicheng and helped me heal my legs that have been disabled for many years."
"Thanks to him."
"Only I, Jiang Jingping, can stand up again, haha."
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked.
Everyone at the scene couldn't believe that there were such powerful medical skills in this world that could actually heal Jiang Jingping's legs that had been disabled for many years.
"Very good!"
"It's really God's blessing. Dad, you have met a noble person." Jiang Muyun said excitedly.
"You are indeed a noble man." Jiang Jingping nodded, looking at Xiao Beichen from time to time.
Just last night, when Jiang Muyun was still sleeping in the bedroom, Xiao Beichen found him and used a few silver needles to heal his legs.
At the beginning.
Jiang Jingping wanted to tell Jiang Muyun the good news, but Xiao Beichen said that it would be better to give everyone a surprise at today's birthday banquet.
Therefore, Jiang Jingping came belatedly just for this moment.
Surprise, surprise.
Jiang Jingping enjoyed the surprised looks from everyone present. It had been a long time since he had been looked at by anyone like this.
"Jingping?"
"It's really great that you stood up."
Jiang Shoucheng stood up excitedly, walked towards Jiang Jingping on crutches, hugged him tightly, and said in an excited tone: "Tell me quickly, who is that friend of yours? I, Jiang Shoucheng, must
Thank him very much."
"Dad, no need."
"This friend of mine keeps a low profile and doesn't want others to know."
"Don't worry."
"I've already thanked him."
Jiang Jingping was so proud that he thought to himself that he had given his only precious daughter to him, so how could he thank him? It is only natural for a son-in-law to respect his father-in-law, haha.
"Okay, okay!"
Jiang Shoucheng was so excited that he took Jiang Jingping's hand and said excitedly: "Sit down quickly. If you can stand up, this is the best gift I have received today!"
The words just fell.
Jiang Jingping opened the long box in his hand, took out a scroll, and said with a smile: "Dad, this is the birthday gift I prepared for you."
"Birthday gift?"
Jiang Shoucheng heard this and gently opened the scroll. He was suddenly surprised and said excitedly: "This...is this a painting of spring trees and autumn frost by the Peach Blossom Immortal Tang Juyan?"
"Yes." Jiang Jingping nodded and smiled: "This is an authentic work!"
When all the guests heard this, they were shocked and stood up one after another.
Spring Trees and Autumn Frost, a stunning painting by Tang Juyan in his early years. It is said that it was collected by the Eighth Prince and regarded as a treasure. However, it is a pity that after the passage of time, this painting has long since disappeared.
but……
Now in the museum in Yanjing, there is a picture of spring trees and autumn frost copied by later masters. Even if it is a fake, it is a priceless painting.
That is to say.
In this world now, it is impossible for anyone to have the authentic work of Tang Juyan!
"Fake!"
"It must be fake."
Jiang Mingyuan suddenly stood up, pointed at the painting in Jiang Shoucheng's hand, and said, "This painting is definitely a fake. The original work of Tang Juyan has long since ceased to exist."
"You're right."
"How can this be an authentic work? If it is true, then what's the point?"
"Killing me."
"Jiang Jingping took a fake painting because he thought the old man was dim-sighted?"
"Hahaha……"
Everyone in the audience couldn't stop laughing.
When Jiang Jingping heard these words, he suddenly looked embarrassed. He didn't know whether this painting was real or not. Because Xiao Beichen gave it to him this morning, saying it was an authentic painting by Tang Juyan, and asked him to give it to the old man as a birthday gift.
.
Be silent and bow your head.
Jiang Jingping was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to do. He had never known anything about antique calligraphy and painting. If this painting was fake, wouldn't it make people laugh out loud?
"Beichen..."
"My good son-in-law, what on earth is going on?" Jiang Jingping was panicked and quickly looked at Xiao Beichen for help.
at this time.
Jiang Zhilan suddenly stood up, pointed at the words in Jiang Shoucheng's hand, and said in public: "My husband's family is in the antique business. Based on my many years of experience, this painting must be a fake."
The guests at the scene knew that Jiang Zhilan's husband was the eldest son of the Xiang family in Yancheng, Xiang Zhicheng, and his father was the Taishan Beidou in the Yancheng antiques world.
Jiang Zhilan has been married to the Xiang family for more than ten years. You can definitely tell the authenticity of any antique calligraphy and painting at a glance.
"Fake, haha!"
"Let me tell you, how could Jiang Jingping have the authentic work of Tang Juyan?"
"How ridiculous."
"You, the eldest son of the Jiang family, actually used a fake painting to fool your old man."
"Hahaha."
The audience was noisy, and the guests laughed at Jiang Jingping.
Seeing this, Jiang Jingsheng stood up, adding fuel to the fire, and said angrily: "Dad, you can't blame elder brother for this. He is not smart in the first place. He must have been deceived."
There is something in the words and the intention is clear.
Shut up!
Jiang Shoucheng quickly scolded Jiang Jingsheng and said, "This is your brother's kindness. I don't care what gift it is. I said, if he can stand up, it is already the best gift."
Although he said this, Jiang Shoucheng felt really uncomfortable in his heart.
He is a face-saving person.
At today's birthday party, there were many friends from the business community present. When they saw that I was holding a fake painting, they would definitely take this incident and laugh at me from time to time.
"Okay, why don't you stop talking?" Jiang Jingsheng sat down angrily.
At this moment.
Jiang Jingping stood on the stage, his face flushed and he didn't dare to look up.
When Zhou Huishan saw this, she didn't say anything. She just found a seat and sat down. Although she lost face, when she saw Jiang Jingping standing up, her resentment immediately disappeared a lot.
"what to do?"
When Jiang Muyun saw Jiang Jingping being criticized, she looked anxious and whispered, "Beichen, do you think my father was really deceived?"
"No!"
Xiao Beichen looked calm, his eyes were as bright as fire, and he said confidently: "I think this sentence is true."
"hehe."
When Jiang Zhilan heard Xiao Beichen's words, she immediately laughed and said, "Are you kidding? If this painting were real, I would kneel down and kowtow to him."
"snort!"
Hearing this, Xiao Beichen snorted coldly and said, "Isn't your husband Xiang Zhicheng an expert in antiques? You can send him a video on the spot and let him take a look to see if this painting is real or fake."
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked.
Whether this painting is authentic or not can only be determined by having a professional authenticate it, and the only person with more authority is Jiang Zhilan's husband Xiang Zhicheng.
"I think you won't shed tears until you see the coffin." Jiang Zhilan said with disdain and pride: "Since you want to be slapped in the face, then I will let my husband see it."
Finished.
Jiang Zhilan took out her mobile phone and dialed Xiang Zhicheng's video call. Then she focused the camera on the calligraphy and painting and asked with a smile: "Husband, show me if this is fake."