Jiang Yan whispered to Lin Yu, when did their family order mooncakes from Osmanthus Building?
Jiang Jingren also quickly squeezed at Lin Yu and signaled that he could brag, but not to be too exaggerated.
"Did you order mooncakes from Osmanthus Building?" Zhang Zhihui's eyes were filled with a sarcastic smile, "I asked someone to ask, the mooncakes from Osmanthus Building this year are extremely limited, and even Secretary Xie received no more than two boxes. Feng
You are so big, don’t you be afraid of your tongue flashing when you brag?"
"Hey, Zhihui, how could you say Jiarong like this? 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 didn't say anything and looked at Lin Yu in a hurry. He didn't understand where his good son-in-law was singing. It's Mid-Autumn Festival, so where can I buy mooncakes from Osmanthus Building?
"I'll wait and see, too." Zhang Zhihui sneered.
"Who is Mr. He?"
At this time, a man in a red uniform confirmed the table number and asked carefully at the table.
The man was carrying three simple and exquisite brocade boxes in his hand, with three gold-plated characters: Osmanthus Tower.
"I am." Lin Yu hurriedly got up.
"Mr. He, this is the mooncake specially left for you by our boss. I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a harmonious house!"
The man said as he handed the mooncake in his hand to Lin Yu, then turned around and left in a hurry. After delivering the order, he had to rush home to celebrate the festival.
Uncle Zhang and Zhang Zhihui were full of surprise when they saw this scene. Judging from the packaging, it was indeed the mooncakes from Guihualou. They looked at each other and couldn't speak for a moment.
"Uncle Zhang, come, don't you want to try it? Please."
Lin Yu quickly opened a box and took the lead in distributing it to Uncle Zhang and Zhang Zhihui.
"Old Zhang, why are you standing there? You can eat it? You only look like the mooncakes in Osmanthus Tower during the holidays. What are the things in Changshengzhai? You can throw them away directly. Can you eat them?"
Jiang Jingren was already smiling happily at this time and was filled with joy. His son-in-law was really omnipotent. He actually got the mooncakes from the Osmanthus Building, and the boss sent someone to deliver them to him.
Uncle Zhang and Zhang Zhihui took the mooncake with their faces and took a symbolic bite. They only felt that the mooncake was as bitter as their hearts and could not swallow them.
"How did you get it?" Jiang Yan couldn't help but wonder.
"A patient, I am the boss of Guihualou." Lin Yu smiled.
"By the way, Dad, I remembered that I specially prepared a gift for you during the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Zhang Zhihui suddenly remembered something, swept away the gloom on his face, changed into a confident face, turned around and took out a long brocade box on the ground and handed it to his father.
"What is this? Zhihui?"
Uncle Zhang asked with a blank look on his face.
In fact, he had seen the things in it for a long time, but in order to show off, he pretended not to know.
"You will know when you open it and take a look." Zhang Zhihui smiled.
Uncle Zhang nodded, then opened the box, and then said in surprise: "It looks like an ink painting."
Jiang Jingren suddenly became energetic when he heard this, and stretched out his neck and looked in. He was obsessed with calligraphy and painting.
"Lao Jiang, come and have a look together."
Uncle Zhang smiled and stretched out his hand.
"Okay, okay." Jiang Jingren quickly agreed, wiped his hands quickly, and followed Lao Zhang to unfold the painting.
"Bada Shanren's painting?!"
Jiang Jingren took a closer look and exclaimed.
Lin Yu was slightly surprised, a little surprised, thinking that today was a coincidence. Zhou Chen had just given him a painting by Bada Shanren, and another one appeared here. When did Bada Shanren's paintings become so common?
"Uncle Jiang really has good eyesight. This is the eagle stone picture made by Bada Shanren in the late period. Look at the style of the painting, the ink color, and the charm are definitely the finest products of Bada Shanren in the late period." Zhang Zhihui straightened his chest,
Said proudly.
Lin Yu glanced at the painting and saw that the eagle on the painting was lifelike, with rolling eyes facing the sky, the stones were strange and rugged, and the style was unique. The overall style was solemn and cold, and it was bright and implicit. It was indeed the style of Bada Shanren's late paintings.
He glanced at Zhang Zhihui who was proud, smiled, and said nothing.
"Lao Jiang, how about it?" Uncle Zhang said proudly.
Like Jiang Jingren, he liked these ancient famous calligraphy and paintings and collected antiques and toys. The two of them often compared them privately.
Jiang Jingren had just donated Mingqian Tie and was arrogant at work, so he couldn't even raise his head. He always wanted to find an opportunity to vent his anger, but he didn't expect that he would get the chance today.
Because Jiang Jingren had nothing to do at home except for that Mingqian Tie. This work by Bada Shanren has really killed all the collections in his family.
"It's really good." Jiang Jingren held it in for a long time and said in a low tone. He only felt his chest was stuffy. I wonder why this old man Zhang had lost his luck and got such a masterpiece.
"Zhihui, this painting is definitely not cheap, right?" Li Suqin couldn't help but feel a little envious in her eyes.
"It's OK, I didn't spend much money."
Speaking of this, Zhang Zhihui became even more proud and said with his head raised, "This was what a wealthy businessman sold and gave me half a day when I went to Taipei to discuss cooperation some time ago. It only cost less than three million in total."
"Lao Jiang, you should be able to see that if this painting is sold on the market, it may be sold for more than 20 to 30 million yuan. This is not a buy, it is simply a gift." Uncle Zhang rushed forward with pride and proudly
Jiang Jingren showed off.
Jiang Jingren nodded with his internal injuries, staring at the painting constantly, and his love was beyond words.
"Okay, just look at it. If you haven't seen enough, go to my house to read it." Uncle Zhang deliberately put away the painting and rolled it up.
"Jiarong, what gift did Uncle Jiang give you on Mid-Autumn Festival?"
I thought the matter was over, but Lin Yu never expected Zhang Zhihui to suddenly point his finger at him.
Zhang Zhihui was very upset about the mooncake incident just now because Lin Yu was exposed. This time, he naturally wanted to deliberately humiliate Lin Yu. Compared with this famous work, those mooncakes are nothing.
"I……"
Lin Yu was suddenly at a loss when he asked, and he really didn't prepare any gifts for his father-in-law.
"Oh, Zhihui, what are you asking randomly? Jiarong finally became independent. It would be great if he didn't spend his family's money. What are you trying to force for Mid-Autumn Festival gifts? Yes, Lao Jiang." Uncle Zhang smiled and said, "
He said, killing people is gone.
Jiang Jingren only felt a lot of holes in his heart, and wished he could spit out an old blood.
"I really didn't prepare any gifts. Dad, this time it was my negligence." Lin Yu said apologetically to Jiang Jingren.
"It's all a family, what gifts to buy? I'm not the kind of person who likes to show off in poverty!" Jiang Jingren snorted coldly, obviously because he was talking.
"Lao Jiang, what do you mean? I kindly took out the painting for you to see. Why did it become a stinky show? If you have the ability, you can show it to me." Uncle Zhang said with great pride.
I only feel that Jiang Jingren is a little shorter in front of him today.
Jiang Jingren's face turned red with anger and 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 my dad. Coincidentally, it was also a painting by Bada Shanren."
Lin Yu said with a smile.
"How is it possible? There are not many paintings circulating on the market in Bada Shanren. How can it be so common?!"
Uncle Zhang frowned and said anxiously.
"Dad, it's normal. Although Bada Shanren's authentic products are limited, there are many high-quality imitations and fakes. It's actually easy to spend 10,000 or 20,000 yuan to buy a fake one." Zhang Zhihui said arrogantly.
"Oh, fake, what's the point of fake? But with Jiarong's ability, it's not easy to get a fake one." Uncle Zhang said with a smile.
"To be honest, one of our two paintings is really fake."
Lin Yu smiled and then took out the painting given by Zhou Chen and Shen Yuxuan, handed it to his father-in-law, and signaled him to open it and take a look.
The father-in-law was quite surprised and was afraid that Lin Yu would really make a fake painting, so he winked at Lin Yu.
"It's okay, Dad, this painting is the original, please feel free to open it." Lin Yu said.
"Then what you mean is that ours is fake? What a big tone, I want to see what this painting is!" Zhang Zhihui heard the meaning of Lin Yu's painting and said a little angry.
After Jiang Jingren opened the painting, Uncle Zhang's eyes lit up and found that this ink plum picture was really extraordinary.
The overall style of painting is vigorous, round and elegant, with a relaxed and elegant atmosphere, with little ink but thick, with clever layout and full of artistic conception, and even vaguely surpassing his eagle stone picture.
"Haha, Lao Zhang, look at this painting, it seems to be no less than yours, right?" Jiang Jingren also felt that this painting was extraordinary when he saw it. It was very likely that it was the original work. The bad luck on his face was swept away and he shouted loudly.
Smiling brightly, extremely contented.
"It's true or false, it still needs to be identified." Uncle Zhang snorted coldly, turned his head away, and didn't say anything else.
"Even if your painting is real, it doesn't mean that our painting is fake! And I see that your painting is so simple, it looks more like a imitation!"
Zhang Zhihui gritted his teeth and said, "How could He Jiarong fight him everywhere?" And because of his poorness, how could he meet such a generous friend?"
"Little brother, can you lend me this painting?!"
At this time, an old man wearing glasses stood up on a table in the private room next to him. When he saw the painting in Lin Yu's hand, his eyes lit up and he hurriedly walked over.
"Who are you?" Lin Yu couldn't help but ask curiously when he saw the old man's extraordinary aura.
"I am the director of Qinghai Art Research Institute, 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 some research on the paintings of Bada Shanren.
You can distinguish between the two people from the right or wrong.”