"What? I was fine when I left in the afternoon, why did I suddenly faint?" Rong Zhengqing suddenly braked suddenly, quickly picked up his cell phone, and then asked urgently.
After a while, he hurriedly hung up the phone and smiled bitterly: "Xiao Su, I'm so embarrassed. Something happened to my father-in-law. You may not be able to taste my cooking skills tonight."
"It's okay, the old man's condition is important. Do you want me to help me?" asked Cyprus with concern.
Rong Zhengqing nodded slightly and said embarrassedly: "Okay, let's go together... Unexpectedly, I originally wanted to invite you to a meal and thank you, but I was going to bother you again."
"Director Rong is polite. I haven't thanked you for helping your senior sister last time." Su Tie waved his hand and smiled.
He had a good impression of Rong Zhengqing. When he saw his father-in-law fell ill this time, he naturally would not stand by and watch.
Rong Zhengqing nodded slightly, smiled bitterly, and was not in the mood to talk to Su Tieduo anymore. Instead, he immediately started the car and drove in the opposite direction.
In less than fifteen minutes, the car slowly stopped in front of the gate of Haifeng Guandi Community in the west of Linjiang City. The two quickly got out and headed straight for Rong Zhengqing's father-in-law's house.
When I opened the door, the living room was already in chaos. I saw a young girl in a white coat, busy doing simple first aid to the old man on the sofa.
The old man's face turned red, his lips turned purple, and his breathing was even faster and slower, and he was obviously in extremely poor condition.
Seeing this, Cycad quickly stepped forward, briefly explained to the girl a few times, and then quickly swept through several acupoints on the old man's head with his fingers.
A few minutes later, I saw the old man who was originally unconscious, gradually opening his eyes. Although his complexion was still bad, he was much better than before.
"Xiao Su, how about my father-in-law? Should I be sent to the hospital?" Seeing this, Rong Zhengqing hurried forward and asked with concern.
Su Tie waved his hand and said hurriedly: "It's okay, it's just a little hyperactivity of liver yang, which means high blood pressure. You'll be fine after a while."
After hearing Su Tie's words, Rong Zhengqing breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, he hurriedly looked at the wife beside him and asked anxiously: "What happened? The old man was fine in the afternoon and suddenly fainted?"
"Haha, you still have the nerve to ask, it's all because of your painting." Before Rong Zhengqing's wife could answer, she sat on the sofa, a fat and big-eared middle-aged man sneered.
Hearing this, Rong Zhengqing's face changed suddenly. He hurriedly looked at the middle-aged man and shouted: "Wu Wei, what do you mean and what you draw? Tell me clearly."
Wu Wei, Rong Zhengqing's brother-in-law, is now the boss of a company in Linjiang City.
Because Wu Wei's daily life style is bad and he likes to make friends with some people in the society, he has never had any favors for him. At this time, he felt a little angry when he saw the other person's sarcastic look.
Wu Wei didn't care at all, and still leaned on the sofa lazily, saying disdainfully: "Haha, you forgot it very quickly. You recommended our dad to buy a painting two days ago, but don't remember?"
"Two days ago, you were talking about the Hanlin Picture of Wen Zhengming. Is there anything wrong with it?" Rong Zhengqing frowned slightly, and a bad premonition flashed in his heart.
"Haha, you still have the nerve to ask, that broken painting costs three million. I just asked someone to appraise it. It was just a fake painting, and it would only cost 10,000 yuan at most." Wu Wei glanced at Rong Zhengqing.
, the sarcastic meaning in the tone is stronger.
Rong Zhengqing's face suddenly changed and he hurriedly said, "How is that possible? I have been reading the painting for three hours, and it is absolutely fine. How could it be a fake painting? Who did you look for to identify it?"
"I identified it, there is indeed something wrong with that painting." Just as Rong Zhengqing finished speaking, a gentle voice suddenly rang outside the gate.
Immediately, a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looked gentle and gentle, walked in from outside the door with a briefcase.
On his right hand, he was holding a rectangular wooden box, with a look of regret.
"Are you?" Rong Zhengqing glanced at the middle-aged man with some vigilance and asked hurriedly.
Before the middle-aged man could speak, Wu Wei hurriedly trotted forward and smiled and introduced: "This is Professor Chen Kai from Jinling University, our expert in the research of ancient Chinese paintings."
"Chen Kai, is it that Professor Chen, who specializes in the Wumen School of Painting in the Ming Dynasty, has long been admired." Hearing the other party's identity, Rong Zhengqing's anger disappeared and he hurriedly stretched out his hand.
Professor Chen is not unfamiliar with him. He learned a lot of his ancient painting knowledge from the books he wrote, so he was extremely modest.
Chen Kai hurriedly shook hands with Rong Zhengqing, and then sighed: "Director Rong, that painting... is indeed very real, but some flaws can still be seen."
As he spoke, he quickly took out the ancient paintings from the wooden box and spread them flat on the table, explaining: "I believe Director Rong is familiar with the painting style of Wen Zhengming. The rough strokes are gentle and beautiful, steady and mature, and the fine strokes are
Then use the brushwork with fine and a little awkward, and you will see the naivety in the skillfulness.”
"Yes, this Hanlin picture shows these characteristics, and the signature and seal are correct, and they are undoubtedly the original work." Rong Zhengqing said anxiously.
Chen Kai was not in a hurry and just smiled and said, "Director Rong, don't be impatient. The imitation of the paintings is indeed very similar, which can be used to distort the real ones, but there are some problems with this inscription."
"Oh, what's the problem?" Rong Zhengqing looked in the direction of Chen Kai's finger and saw that there was indeed a line of inscriptions on the blank space on the right side of the Hanlin Map.
"Wen Zhengming is good at running script and small regular script. His writing is gentle and vigorous, his rules are rigorous and vivid, and his style is vivid, and he has the style of the Jin and Tang dynasties. But this character..." Chen Kai said halfway, and he didn't say anything more.
Rong Zhengqing's face had already become extremely blue. In fact, when the other party mentioned the inscription just now, he realized that the situation was wrong. After such a guide, he realized that he was really wrong.
"Haha, you are not very capable in normal times. Now, more than three million yuan has been wasted. That's how many years of hard work our father has worked. It depends on how you explain it to him." Looking at Rong Zhengqing's face turned pale, Wu Wei's heart
Quite proud and mocked him mercilessly.
He has always been unable to stand Rong Zhengqing's hypocritical appearance, but the old man likes this son-in-law, and he has no choice but to see the other party fall into trouble today, and he is really excited in his heart.
Rong Zhengqing was already so angry that he trembled all over. He never expected that he would fall apart after studying calligraphy and painting for most of his life.
If he was fooled, it would be fine, but the one who was fooled now was his father-in-law, which really made him a little at a loss.
He knew very well that his father-in-law, who regarded money as his life, would be able to struggle for a long time, not to mention three million yuan, even three hundred yuan, so it was no wonder that he fainted in anger.
"I've said a long time ago that you shouldn't learn from your three-legged cat's kung fu. Now it's great, more than three million yuan, I bought a piece of waste paper, how can our dad live?" Rong Zhengqing's wife
, at this time, he was so angry that he kept yelling.
Although Rong Zhengqing's father-in-law did not speak, he was lying on the sofa and humming. He was obviously very dissatisfied. He was just embarrassed to speak out because of his son-in-law's face.
Faced with this scene, Rong Zhengqing felt a blank mind and even more unspeakable self-blame in his heart.
"Director Rong, can you let me see this painting?"
At this moment, Cyprus, who had not spoken aside, suddenly stepped forward and asked with a smile...
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Sorry, it's a little late, there's still another chapter later, don't worry.