Jiang Yan called Lin Yu in a low voice, when did their family order mooncakes from Guihua House.
Jiang Jingren also quickly winked at Lin Yu, telling him that it was okay to brag, but not too exaggerated.
"Have you ordered mooncakes from Guihualou?" Zhang Zhihui's eyes were full of sarcastic smiles, "I asked someone to tell me that this year's mooncakes from Guihualou are extremely limited. Even Secretary Xie received no more than two boxes. Feng
You're so big, you're not afraid of showing off your tongue when you're bragging?"
"Hey, Zhihui, how could you say that about Jiarong? Maybe Jiarong is telling the truth." Uncle Zhang pretended to blame his son, and then said, "Let's just wait. What do you think?
Lao Jiang?"
Jiang Jingren said nothing and glanced at Lin Yu anxiously. He didn't understand what his good son-in-law was singing. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, so where could he buy mooncakes from Guihua House.
"I'll wait and see too." Zhang Zhihui sneered.
"Excuse me, who is Mr. He?"
At this time, a man in a red uniform confirmed the table number and cautiously asked the people at the table.
The man was carrying three simple and exquisite brocade boxes in his hands, with three gilded large characters on them: "Osmanthus Tower".
"That's me." Lin Yu stood up hurriedly.
"Mr. He, this is a mooncake specially left for you by our boss. I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and full of peace and harmony!"
The man said and handed the mooncakes in his hand to Lin Yu, then turned around and hurried away. After delivering the order, he had to rush home for the festival.
Uncle Zhang and Zhang Zhihui were shocked when they saw this scene. Judging from the packaging, they were indeed mooncakes from Guihua House. They looked at each other and were speechless for a moment.
"Uncle Zhang, come on, don't you want to have a taste? Please."
Lin Yu quickly opened a box and distributed it to Uncle Zhang and Zhang Zhihui first.
"Old Zhang, why are you standing there? Eat. It's just right to eat the mooncakes from Guihualou during the festival. What are the things from Changshengzhai? Just throw them away. Can you eat them?"
Jiang Jingren was already smiling and happy at this time. His son-in-law was really capable of doing anything. He actually got the mooncakes from Osmanthus Blossom House, and the boss sent someone to deliver them to him personally.
Uncle Zhang and Zhang Zhihui took the mooncake with livid faces and took a symbolic bite. They felt that the mooncake was just like their own hearts, bitter and difficult to swallow.
"How did you get it?" Jiang Yan couldn't help but wonder.
"One of my patients is the proprietress of Osmanthus Tower." Lin Yu smiled.
"By the way, Dad, I just remembered that I specially prepared a gift for you during the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Zhang Zhihui suddenly remembered something. He swept away the gloom on his face and put on a confident look. He turned around and took out a long brocade box on the ground and handed it to his father.
"What is this? Zhihui?"
Uncle Zhang pretended to be confused and asked.
In fact, he had already read the contents here, but just to show off, he pretended not to know.
"You'll know after you open it and take a look." Zhang Zhihui said with a smile.
Uncle Zhang nodded, then opened the box, and said in surprise, "It looks like an ink painting."
When Jiang Jingren heard this, he immediately became energetic. He straightened his neck and looked inside. He was obsessed with calligraphy and painting.
"Lao Jiang, come and take a look together."
Uncle Zhang smiled and stretched out his hand.
"Okay, okay." Jiang Jingren agreed quickly, quickly wiped his hands, and followed Lao Zhang to unfold the painting.
"Paintings of Bada Shanren?!"
Jiang Jingren took a careful look and exclaimed.
Lin Yu was slightly startled, a little surprised, and thought that it was a coincidence today. Zhou Chen had just given him a painting of Bada Shanren, and another one appeared here. When did Bada Shanren's paintings become so common?
"Uncle Jiang really has a good eye. This is an eagle and stone painting made by Bada Shanren in the late period. Look at the painting style, the ink color, and the charm. It is definitely a masterpiece among the late Bada Shanren." Zhang Zhihui straightened his chest,
said proudly.
Lin Yu glanced at the painting, and saw that the eagle in the painting was lifelike, with its eyes turned skyward, the stones were weird and jagged, and the style was peculiar. The overall painting style was dignified, cold, smooth and subtle, which was indeed the style of Bada Shanren's late paintings.
He glanced at the proud Zhang Zhihui, smiled, and said nothing.
"Lao Jiang, how are you?" Uncle Zhang said with some pride.
Like Jiang Jingren, he was fond of these ancient calligraphy and paintings of famous people and collected antique toys. The two of them often compared them in private.
During the time when Jiang Jingren had just donated Ming Qie Tie, he had been arrogant in the workplace, which made Lao Zhang unable to hold his head up. He had been looking for an opportunity to vent his anger, but he didn't expect that he would get the opportunity today.
Because Jiang Jingren didn't have much else at home except the Ming Qie Tie. This Bada Shanren's work had actually killed all the collections in his home.
"It's really good." Jiang Jingren held it in for a long time and said in a low tone. He only felt a tightness in his chest. He didn't know how this old Zhangtou had such bad luck and got such a masterpiece.
"Zhihui, this painting must not be cheap, right?" Li Suqin couldn't help but feel a little envious in her eyes.
"It's okay, I didn't spend much money."
Mentioning this, Zhang Zhihui became even more proud. He held his head high and said, "When I went to Taipei to discuss cooperation some time ago, a wealthy businessman half sold and half gave it to me. The total cost was less than three million."
"Lao Jiang, you should be able to tell that if this painting were sold on the market, I'm afraid it would cost more than 20 to 30 million. This is not a purchase, this is simply a gift." Uncle Zhang rushed proudly.
Jiang Jingren showed off.
Jiang Jingren suppressed his inner hurt and nodded, staring at the painting non-stop, his love for it beyond words.
"Okay, just take a look. If you don't see enough, come back to my house to look at it later." Uncle Zhang deliberately put the painting away and rolled it up.
"Jia Rong, what gift did you give Uncle Jiang for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
Originally thought that this matter would be over, but Lin Yu never expected that Zhang Zhihui would suddenly target himself.
Zhang Zhihui was very upset because Lin Yu had made the mooncake incident a while ago. Naturally, he wanted to deliberately humiliate Lin Yu this time. Compared with this masterpiece of a celebrity, those mooncakes were nothing.
"I……"
Lin Yu was asked suddenly and was a little overwhelmed. He really didn't prepare any gifts for his father-in-law.
"Oh, Zhihui, what are you asking about? Jiarong has finally become independent and doesn't have to spend any money on the family, which is great. Why are you asking for a Mid-Autumn Festival gift? Lao Jiang." Uncle Zhang laughed.
He said, "Kill without seeing the knife."
Jiang Jingren felt like his heart was full of holes, and he wanted to spit out a mouthful of old blood.
"I did not prepare any gifts, dad. It was my negligence this time." Lin Yu said to Jiang Jingren apologetically.
"We are all a family, why should we buy gifts? I am not the kind of person who likes to show off!" Jiang Jingren snorted coldly, obviously meaning what he said.
"Lao Jiang, what do you mean by this? I took out the painting to show you out of kindness, but why did it become a show off? If you are capable, show off to me." Uncle Zhang said with great dignity,
It just felt like Jiang Jingren was a little shorter in front of him today.
Jiang Jingren's face turned red with anger and he couldn't help but cough a few times.
"Although I didn't prepare a gift for my dad, my friend made a special trip to give him a gift. Coincidentally, it was also a painting by Bada Shanren."
Lin Yu said with a smile.
"How is it possible? There are not many Bada Shanren paintings circulating in the market. How can it be so common?!"
Uncle Zhang frowned and said anxiously.
"Dad, it's normal. Although Bada Shanren's genuine products are limited, imitations and fakes are everywhere. It's actually easy to spend ten or twenty thousand to buy a fake one." Zhang Zhihui said with an arrogant expression.
"Oh, it's fake. What's the point of being fake? But with Jia Rong's ability, it's not easy to get a fake one." Uncle Zhang's expression softened and he said with a smile.
"To be honest, one of our two paintings is actually fake."
Lin Yu smiled, then took out the painting given by Zhou Chen and Shen Yuxuan, handed it to his father-in-law, and motioned for him to open it and take a look.
The father-in-law was quite surprised. He was afraid that Lin Yu had really made a fake painting, so he winked at Lin Yu.
"It's okay, Dad, our painting is an authentic one, you can just open it without worry," Lin Yu said.
"Then you mean to say that ours is fake? What a loud tone, I want to see what your painting is!" Zhang Zhihui heard the meaning of Lin Yu's painting and said angrily.
After Jiang Jingren opened the painting, Uncle Zhang's eyes couldn't help but shine, and he realized that this painting of plum blossoms was indeed something extraordinary.
The overall painting style is vigorous, round, elegant, with sparse but thick ink, clever layout, and full of artistic conception, even faintly surpassing his Eagle and Stone Painting.
"Haha, Lao Zhang, what do you think of this painting? It seems to be not inferior to yours, right?" Jiang Jingren also felt that this painting was extraordinary and was most likely an authentic one. The bad luck on his face was wiped away and he shouted
Laughing loudly and feeling extremely proud.
"Whether it's true or false remains to be determined." Uncle Zhang snorted coldly, looked away, and said no more.
"Even if your painting is real, it doesn't mean that ours is fake! And I think your painting is so simple, it looks more like an imitation!"
Zhang Zhihui gritted his teeth and said, how come this He Jiarong is always against him, and how did he get such a wealthy friend with his poor appearance?
"Little brother, can you lend me this painting?!"
At this time, an old man wearing glasses stood up on the table in the private room next to him. When he saw the painting in Lin Yu's hand, his eyes lit up and he hurried over.
"Who are you?" Lin Yu couldn't help but asked curiously when he saw the old gentleman's imposing manner.
"I am the director of the Qinghai Art Institute, and this is my business card." The old man hurriedly took out a business card and handed it over. "I heard the conversation between the two of you just now. I have done some research on Bada Shanren's paintings.