"What are you doing."
Jiang Yan whispered to Lin Yu, when did their family order moon cakes from Osmanthus Tower?
Jiang Jingren also hurriedly squeezed Lin Yu's eyes, indicating that he could brag, but don't exaggerate too much.
"You ordered mooncakes from Osmanthus Tower?"Zhang Zhihui's eyes were full of sarcasm, "But I asked someone to ask. The mooncakes in Osmanthus Tower this year are extremely limited. Even Secretary Xie received no more than two boxes. The wind is so strong, are you not afraid of flashing your tongue when you brag?""
"Hey, Zhihui, how can 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 didn't speak, but glanced at Lin Yu anxiously. He didn't understand where his good son-in-law was singing. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival. Where to buy moon cakes from Osmanthus Tower.
"I'm waiting to see too."Zhang Zhihui sneered.
"Who is Mr. He, please?"
At this time, a man in a red uniform confirmed the number of the next table and asked a table of people carefully.
The man was carrying three simple and exquisite brocade boxes with three bronzing characters on them: Osmanthus Tower.
"I am."Lin Yu got up hurriedly.
"Mr. He, this is a moon cake specially reserved for you by our boss. I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a full house!"
The man said and handed the moon cake in his hand to Lin Yu, then turned around and left in a hurry. After delivering the order, he had to rush home for the holidays.
Uncle Zhang and Zhang Zhihui were surprised when they saw this scene. From the packaging, it was indeed a moon cake from Osmanthus Tower. They looked at each other and were a little speechless for a while.
"Uncle Zhang, come on, 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.
"Lao Zhang, what are you doing in a daze? Eat it. It's just like eating Osmanthus Tower mooncakes during the holidays. What are the things in Changshengzhai? Just throw it away. Can you eat it?"
Jiang Jingren was already smiling with joy at this time, and his heart was blooming with joy. His son-in-law was really omnipotent. He actually got the moon cakes from Osmanthus Tower, and the boss sent someone to deliver them personally.
Uncle Zhang and Zhang Zhihui picked up the mooncake with a livid face, and took a symbolic bite, only to feel that the mooncake was as bitter as their own hearts, and it was difficult to swallow.
"How did you get it?"Jiang Yan couldn't help wondering.
"One of my patients is the owner 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 at this time. He swept away the haze on his face and put on a confident expression. He turned around and took out a long strip of 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 seen the things in it a long time ago, but in order to show off, he pretended not to know.
"You can just open it and see."Zhang Zhihui said with a smile.
Uncle Zhang nodded, then opened the box, and then said in surprise: "It looks like an ink painting."
Jiang Jingren felt refreshed instantly when he heard it, straightened his neck and looked in. He was obsessed with calligraphy and painting.
"Lao Jiang, come on, let's take a look together."
Uncle Zhang smiled and stretched out his hand.
"Okay, okay."Jiang Jingren hurriedly agreed, wiped his hands clean, and followed Lao Zhang to spread out the painting.
"The painting of the Eight Great Mountain People?!"
Jiang Jingren took a closer look and exclaimed.
Lin Yu was slightly taken aback and a little surprised. He thought to himself that today was really a coincidence. Zhou Chengang gave himself a painting of the Eight Great Mountain People, and another one appeared here. When did the paintings of the Eight Great Mountain People become so common?
"Uncle Jiang really has good eyesight. This is an eagle stone picture made by the late Ba Dashanren. Look at this style of painting, this ink color, and this charm. It is definitely a boutique in the late Ba Dashanren."Zhang Zhihui straightened his chest and said proudly.
Lin Yu glanced at the painting, and saw that the eagle on the painting was lifelike, with white eyes facing the sky, the stones were weird and jagged, and the style was strange. The overall style of painting was solemn and cold, and it was rich and subtle. It was indeed the style of the late paintings of the Eight Great Mountain People.
He glanced at the proud Zhang Zhihui, smiled, and did not speak.
"Lao Jiang, how is it?"Uncle Zhang said with some pride.
Like Jiang Jingren, he likes these ancient celebrity calligraphy and painting, and collects antique playthings. The two often compare in private.
During the period when Jiang Jingren had just donated the Ming and Post, he had been strutting in the unit, pressing Lao Zhang so hard that he couldn't lift his head. He had been looking for a chance to take out this evil breath, but he didn't expect to be caught by him today. Opportunity.
Because Jiang Jingren didn't have anything to get out of his family except for the Ming and post, this work of the Eight Great Mountain People had really killed all the collections in his family in seconds.
"It's really good."Jiang Jingren held back for a long time, and said in a low tone, only feeling his chest was stuffy. I don't know how this old Zhang Tou got lucky and got such a masterpiece."
"Zhihui, this painting is definitely not cheap, right?"Li Su Qin couldn't help but envy in his eyes.
"It's okay, I didn't spend much money."
When it comes to this, Zhang Zhihui is even more proud, holding his head high and saying: "This is when I went to Taipei to talk about cooperation some time ago, a wealthy businessman half-sold it to me, and 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, I am afraid it will sell for more than 20 or 30 million. How can this be bought? This is simply a gift."Uncle Zhang proudly showed off to Jiang Jingren.
Jiang Jingren nodded with internal injuries, staring at the painting non-stop, his love overflowing with words.
"Okay, just take a look. If you haven't seen enough, you can go to my house to see it later."Uncle Zhang deliberately put the painting away and rolled it up.
"Jiarong, what gift did you give Uncle Jiang for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
Originally, I thought this was the end of the matter, but Lin Yu never expected Zhang Zhihui to suddenly point the finger at himself.
Lin Yu was in the limelight just now about the mooncakes, and Zhang Zhihui was very upset. This time, he naturally wanted to deliberately humiliate Lin Yu. Compared with this celebrity masterpiece, those mooncakes are a fart.
"I..."
Lin Yu was suddenly asked by him, and he was a little at a loss. 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 spend the family's money. It's very good. What kind of Mid-Autumn Festival gifts are you forcing, isn't it, Lao Jiang?"Uncle Zhang said with a smile, "There is no knife in killing people."
Jiang Jingren only felt that his heart was riddled with holes, and he couldn't wait for a mouthful of old blood to spout out.
"I really didn't prepare any gifts, Dad, this time it was my negligence."Lin Yu said to Jiang Jingren apologetically.
"They are all a family, what kind of gifts do you buy? I am not the kind of person who likes to show off!"Jiang Jingren snorted coldly, obviously referring to something.
"Lao Jiang, what do you mean by this? I was kind enough to take out the painting and show it to you. Why did it become a stinky show off? If you have the ability, you can also show it to me."Uncle Zhang said with a full air, only to feel that Jiang Jingren today is a bit shorter in front of him.
Jiang Jingren's face flushed with anger, and he couldn't help coughing 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 a painting by the Eight Mountain People."
Lin Yu said with a smile.
"How could it be possible that there are not many paintings of the Eight Great Mountain People circulating on the market at all, how could it be so common?!"
Uncle Zhang frowned and said anxiously.
"Dad, it's normal. Although the authentic products of the Eight Mountains people are limited, high imitations and fakes abound. It's actually easy to buy a fake for 10,000 or 20,000."Zhang Zhihui said arrogantly.
"Oh, it's fake, what does it mean to be fake?However, with Jiarong's ability, it is not easy to get a fake picture."Uncle Zhang's expression eased, and he said with a smile.
"To be honest, one of our two paintings is really 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 him to open it and take a look.
The old man was quite surprised, afraid that Lin Yu had really made a fake painting, and gave Lin Yu a wink.
"It's okay, Dad, our picture is authentic, so don't worry, just open it."Lin Yu said.
"Then you mean that ours is fake?What a big breath, I would like to see what your picture is!"Zhang Zhihui heard the meaning in Lin Yu's painting and said angrily.
After Jiang Jingren opened the painting, Uncle Zhang couldn't help but brighten his eyes and found that this Mo Mei picture was really extraordinary.
The overall style of painting is vigorous and round, full of vitality, little ink but thick, clever layout, full of artistic conception, and even faintly surpasses his eagle stone picture.
"Haha, Lao Zhang, how about this painting, it doesn't seem to be inferior to your one, right?"Jiang Jingren also felt that this painting was extraordinary at first glance, and it was most likely to be authentic. The bad luck on his face was swept away, and he smiled loudly and contentedly.
"Whether it is true or not, it has yet to be identified."Uncle Zhang snorted coldly, don't overdo it, and didn't talk anymore.
"Even if your picture is real, it doesn't mean that our picture is fake!And I think your painting is so brief, it's more like an imitation!"
Zhang Zhihui gritted his teeth and said, how could this He Jiarong oppose him everywhere, and with his poverty and sourness, where did he meet such a wealthy friend?
"Little brother, can you lend me this painting?!"
At this time, an old man with glasses stood up on a table in the private room next to him. Seeing the painting in Lin Yu's hand, his eyes lit up and he hurriedly walked over.
"You are?"Lin Yu couldn't help asking curiously when he saw that the old man was so imposing.
"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 over."I heard all the conversations between the two of you just now. I have some research on the paintings of the Eight Great Mountain People, so I can tell the truth and falsehood for the two of you."