Jiang Yan shouted Lin Yu in a low voice, when did the moon cakes of the osmanthus tower in the osmanthus building in their family.
Jiang Jingren quickly rushed to Lin Yu to squeeze his eyes and signaled him to brag, but don't be too exaggerated.
"Have you ordered the mooncakes of the osmanthus building?" Zhang Zhihui's eyes were full of ridiculous smiles. "I asked the trustee, this year, the moon cakes of the osmanthus building are extremely limited, and even the secretary Xie received no more than two boxes.
So big, don't be afraid of flashing your tongue? "
"Hey, Zhihui, how can you tell Jia Rong, maybe Jiarong tells the truth." Zhang Bobo pretended to blame his son, and then said, "Let's wait, just wait, what do you say, what do you say?
, Laojiang? "
Jiang Jingren didn't speak, and looked at Lin Yu a little anxiously. He didn't understand where his good son -in -law sang. This is the Mid -Autumn Festival.
"I'm waiting to see." Zhang Zhihui sneered.
"Who is Mr. He?"
At this time, a man in a red uniform confirmed that the off -table number was confirmed, and he asked carefully at a table.
The man was carrying three simple and exquisite brocade boxes in his hand, with three hot stamping characters on it: osmanthus tower.
"I am." Lin Yu hurriedly got up.
"Mr. He, this is the moon cake that our boss specifically stayed for you, I wish you a happy Mid -Autumn Festival, and full of gas!"
The man said that he handed the moon cakes in his hand to Lin Yu, and then turned around hurriedly. After sending this list, he had to rush home for the festival.
Zhang Zhi and Zhang Zhihui saw this scene full of surprise. From the packaging point of view, it was indeed the mooncakes of the osmanthus tower. They looked at each other, and they couldn't speak for a while.
"Uncle Zhang, come, don't you want to try it, please, please."
Lin Yu hurriedly opened a box and took the lead to send it to Zhang Zhi and Zhang Zhihui.
"Lao Zhang, what are you doing, eat, the moon cakes of the osmanthus tower are like a festival, what kind of stuff is the Changshengzhai who is, throw it directly, can you eat it?"
At this time, Jiang Jingren was already laughing, and his heart was happy. His son -in -law was really omnipotent. He even got the moon cakes of the osmanthus tower, and the boss sent someone to send it himself.
Uncle Zhang and Zhang Zhihui took the moon cake over the past, and took a bite symbolicly. I just felt that the moon cakes were the same as their hearts. They were bitter and difficult to swallow.
"How did you get it?" Jiang Yan couldn't help wondering.
"I am a patient, the owner of the osmanthus building." Lin Yu smiled.
"By the way, dad, I remembered it. I specially prepared a gift for you in the Mid -Autumn Festival."
Zhang Zhihui suddenly remembered what was ordinary, sweeping the haze on his face, replacing the confidence of his face, and taking out a long bars on the ground to take it out and hand it to his father.
"What is this? Zhihui?"
Uncle Zhang pretended to ask.
In fact, he has seen the things in it, but in order to show him, he pretended not to know.
"You can see it when you open it." Zhang Zhihui laughed.
Uncle Zhang nodded, then opened the box, and then surprised: "It looks like it is ink painting."
Jiang Jingren came to the spirit at a moment, straightened his neck and went inside. For the calligraphy and painting, he was obsessed.
"Laojiang, come, take a look."
Uncle Zhang stretched his hand with a smile.
"Okay, okay." Jiang Jingren quickly agreed, quickly wiped his hand, and followed Lao Zhang to expand the painting.
"The paintings of Ba Dashan people?!"
Jiang Jingren glanced carefully and surprised.
Lin Yu was shocked slightly, and some surprised. I thought it was really a coincidence today. Zhou Chen just gave himself a painting of the Eight Dashan people. There was another picture here. When is the paintings of the Eight Dashan people so common?
"Uncle Jiang really has good eyesight. This is the eagle stone map made by the Eight Dashan people in the late period. You look at the style of this painting, this ink color, and this charm, which is definitely a boutique in the late period of the Eight Dashan people."
Pride.
Lin Yu glanced at the painting, and saw the eagle in the painting lifelike, white eyes, strange stones, strange style, the overall painting style was heavy and cold, and it was indeed the style of the late painting of the Eight Dashan people.
He looked at Zhang Zhihui, who was proud, smiled, and didn't speak.
"Laojiang, how?" Uncle Zhang was quite proud.
Like Jiang Jingren, he likes these ancient celebrities and calligraphy and collect antiques. The two often compare them in private.
Jiang Jingren had just donated it for a period of time. When he had always had high toe in the unit, he couldn't raise his head. He always wanted to find a chance to come out. I did not expect that he was caught by him today.
Because Jiang Jingren had nothing to take out at home except for the pair of posts and posts. The works of the eight Dashan people have really killed all the collections in his family.
"It's really good." Jiang Jingren stunned for a long time, his tone was low, and his chest felt sullen. I don't know why this old Zhang head walked away. He got such a masterpiece.
"Zhihui, this painting is definitely not cheap?" Li Suqin couldn't help but envy.
"It's okay, don't spend much money."
When it comes to this, Zhang Zhihui is more proud, and said with his head: "This is when I went to Taipei to talk about cooperation some time ago. A rich businessman was selled half of it to me, and it took less than 3 million in total."
"Laojiang, you should be able to see that if this painting is sold on the market, I am afraid that it will not stop selling 20 to 30 million.
Jiang Jingren Xianyao.
Jiang Jingren nodded in his inner injury, his eyes kept staring at the painting, and his love was overwhelming.
"Okay, just look at it. If you don't see enough, go back to my house to see it." Uncle Zhang deliberately collected the painting and rolled it up.
"Jiarong, what gift did Uncle Jiang you give in the Mid -Autumn Festival?"
Originally, I thought that this was the end.
Just now the moon cake was made up of Lin Yu. Zhang Zhihui was very uncomfortable. This time, he naturally humiliated Lin Yu. Compared with this celebrity masterpiece, those moon cakes are a fart.
"I……"
Lin Yu was suddenly asked, and he was at a loss. He did not prepare any gifts for Laozhang.
"Oh, Zhihui, what do you ask? Family glory is not easy to be independent. If you don't spend money at home, it will be very good. I still ask for any Mid -Autumn Festival gifts, yes, Laojiang." Zhang Bobo laughed.
Said, there is no knife for killing.
Jiang Jingren only felt a lot of holes in his heart, and he couldn't wait for an old blood to spray out.
"I really don't have any gifts, dad, this time is my negligence." Lin Yu said with some apologetic.
"It's all a family, what gifts to buy, I'm not the kind of person who likes poor!" Jiang Jingren snorted coldly, apparently pointed.
"Lao Jiang, what do you mean by this, I have kindly taken the painting to see you, how can I become stinky, you can show me one."
I just feel that Jiang Jingren today is a little short in front of him.
Jiang Jingren's face flushed, and he couldn't help but coughed a few times.
"Although I didn't prepare a gift for my dad, my friend made a special trip to give my dad a gift. Coincidentally, it was also the paintings of the Bada Mountain people."
Lin Yu said with a smile.
"How is it possible, there are not much of the paintings on the market of Ba Dashan people. How can it be so common?!"
Zhang Bobo frowned, a little anxious.
"Dad, it is normal. Although the eight major people are limited, high imitation and fakes are abound. It is actually easy to spend 10,000 or 20,000 to buy a fake." Zhang Zhihui said arrogantly.
"Olympic, fake, what is the meaning of fake? But with the ability of Jiarong, it is not easy to get a fake."
"To be honest, in our two paintings, there is really one fake."
Lin Yu laughed, and then took out the paintings given by Zhou Chen and Shen Yuxuan, handed it to Laozhang people, and motioned him to open it.
Laozhang people were quite surprised. They were afraid that Lin Yu would really make a fake painting, and Chong Lin Yu watched it.
"It's okay, dad, we are the real trace, you can rest assured that you can open it." Lin Yu said.
"Then you mean that we are fake? What a big tone? I want to see what you are!" Zhang Zhihui heard the meaning of Lin Yu's painting, and I was angry.
After Jiang Jingren opened the painting, Zhang Bobo could not help but light up, and found that the plum picture was really extraordinary.
The overall style of painting is vigorous and beautiful, with a lot of energy, a little ink but thick, the layout is clever, the artistic conception is full, and even faintly surpassed his pair of eagle stone maps.
"Haha, Lao Zhang, see how this painting is, it doesn't seem to be inferior to you?" Jiang Jingren also felt that this painting was extraordinary at first glance, and it was most likely the real trace.
Lang Xiao, extremely contented.
"Is it true or false, and it has to be identified." Uncle Zhang snorted coldly, don't overwhelm it, didn't speak anymore.
"Even if you are true, you can't show that this is fake! And I think your painting is so simple, more like a imitation!"
Zhang Zhihui gritted his teeth and cut his teeth. How can this He Jiarong do against him everywhere, and with his poor sour, wherever he knows such a generous friend.
"Little brother, can this painting lend me to see?!"
At this time, an old man wearing glasses stood on a table next to the private room. When he saw the paintings in Lin Yu's hands, he shines in front of him, and hurriedly came over.
"Are you?" Lin Yu looked at the old gentleman at first glance, and asked curiously.
"I am the dean of Qinghai Art Research Institute, this is my business card." The old man hurriedly took out a business card and handed it to the past. "I heard the two talks just now.
You can discern the authenticity of the two positions. "