"What do you do. ”

Jiang Yan shouted to Lin Yu in a low voice, when did their family order the moon cakes of Osmanthus Building.

Jiang Jingren also hurriedly squeezed his eyes at Lin Yu, signaling that he could brag, but don't exaggerate too much.

"You ordered the moon cakes of Osmanthus Building?" Zhang Zhihui's eyes were full of sarcastic smiles, "I asked someone to ask, the moon cakes in Osmanthus Building this year are extremely limited, and even Secretary Xie has received no more than two boxes, the wind is so strong, and he is not afraid of flashing his tongue if he brags?"

"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 say, Lao Jiang?"

Jiang Jingren didn't speak, he glanced at Lin Yu a little anxiously, and didn't understand which of his good son-in-law was singing, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, where to buy moon cakes from Osmanthus Building.

"I'll wait and see. Zhang Zhihui sneered.

"May I ask 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 carried three simple and exquisite brocade boxes with three gilded characters on them: Osmanthus Building.

"I am. Lin Yu hurriedly got up.

"Mr. He, this is the mooncake that our boss specially left for you, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and full of harmony!"

The man said and handed the moon cake in his hand to Lin Yu, then turned around and hurriedly left, after delivering this order, he also had to rush home for the holiday.

Uncle Zhang and Zhang Zhihui were full of surprise when they saw this scene, judging from the packaging, it was indeed the moon cake of Osmanthus Building, the two of them looked at each other, and they were a little speechless for a while.

"Uncle Zhang, come, don't you want to taste it, please. ”

Lin Yu hurriedly 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, eating the moon cakes of Osmanthus Building during the festival is just like that, what are the things that Changsheng Zhai is all about, just throw it away, can you eat it?"

Jiang Jingren was already smiling at this time, and his heart was happy, his son-in-law was really omnipotent, he actually got the moon cakes from Osmanthus Building, and the boss sent someone to send them over in person.

Uncle Zhang and Zhang Zhihui took the moon cake with a blue face, and took a symbolic bite, only to feel that the moon cake was the same as their heart, 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 Building. Lin Yu smiled.

"By the way, Dad, I just remembered that I specially prepared a gift for you for the Mid-Autumn Festival. ”

Zhang Zhihui suddenly remembered something at this time, swept away the gloom on his face, replaced it with confidence, turned around and took out a long strip-shaped brocade box on the ground and handed it to his father.

"What is this? Zhihui?"

Uncle Zhang asked with a blank expression.

In fact, he had already seen the things in it, but for the sake of show, he specially pretended not to know.

"You can open it and see it. 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 instantly came to his senses when he heard this, straightened his neck and looked in, he was obsessed with calligraphy and painting.

"Lao Jiang, come, let's take a look. ”

Uncle Zhang smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Good, good. Jiang Jingren hurriedly agreed, quickly wiped his hands, and followed Lao Zhang to unfold the painting.

"The painting of the Bada Shanren?!"

Jiang Jingren took a closer look and exclaimed.

Lin Yu was slightly surprised, a little surprised, thinking that today is really a coincidence, Zhou Chen just gave himself a painting of the Bada Shanren, and another one appeared here, when did the paintings of the Bada Shanren become so common?

"Uncle Jiang really has good eyesight, this is the eagle stone map made by the late Bada Shanren, you look at this painting style, this ink color, this charm, it is definitely a fine product in the late Bada Shanren. 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, strange and rugged stones, and a peculiar style.

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 paintings, collects antique toys, and the two often compare them in private.

Jiang Jingren had just donated the time when he was posting, and he had been arrogant in the unit, and he couldn't even hold his head up, he had been looking for an opportunity to get out of this evil breath, but he didn't expect to be caught by him today.

Because Jiang Jingren didn't have anything to do at home except for that pair of bright posts, this work of Bada Shanren had really killed all the collections in his house in seconds.

"It's really good. Jiang Jingren held back for a long time, and said in a low tone, only feeling stuffy in his chest, I don't know why this old Zhang Tou took shit 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, it didn't cost much. ”

At the mention of this, Zhang Zhihui was even more proud, and said with his head held high: "This is when I went to Taipei some time ago to discuss cooperation, a wealthy businessman half sold and half gave 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'm afraid it will sell for more than 20 or 30 million. Uncle Zhang proudly showed off Chongjiang Jingren.

Jiang Jingren nodded with his internal injuries in his hands, his eyes kept staring at the painting, and his love was beyond words.

"Okay, just take a look, if you haven't seen enough, go back to my house to see." Uncle Zhang deliberately put the painting away and rolled it up.

"Jiarong, what kind of gift did you give Uncle Jiang during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

originally thought that this matter would be over, but Lin Yu never expected Zhang Zhihui to suddenly target himself.

The moon cake was in the limelight by Lin Yu just now, Zhang Zhihui was very unhappy, this time he naturally wanted to deliberately humiliate Lin Yu, compared with this celebrity masterpiece, those few months cake was a fart.

"I ......"

Lin Yu was asked by him suddenly, and he was a little overwhelmed, he really didn't prepare any gifts for his father-in-law.

"Oh, Zhihui, what are you asking, Jiarong is finally independent, and it's very good if you don't spend your family's money, and you still ask for a Mid-Autumn Festival gift, no, Lao Jiang. Uncle Zhang said with a smile, there is no knife to kill.

Jiang Jingren only felt that his heart was full of holes, and he couldn't wait for a mouthful of old blood to spurt out.

"I really didn't prepare any gifts, Dad, and this time it was my negligence. Lin Yu said with some apologetic Chongjiang Jingren.

"It's all a family, what kind of gift to buy, I'm 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 am kind enough to take out the painting and show it to you, why did it become a stinky display, if you have the ability, you can also show me one." Uncle Zhang said with a full spirit, only feeling that Jiang Jingren was a little shorter in front of him today.

Jiang Jingren's face turned red, 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, and coincidentally, it was also a painting by Bada Shanren. ”

Lin Yu said with a smile.

"How is it possible, there are not many paintings of Bada Shanren circulating on the market at all, how can they be so common?!"

Uncle Zhang frowned, and said a little anxiously.

"Dad, it's normal, although the genuine products of the Bada Shanren are limited, but high imitations and fakes abound, and it is actually easy to buy a fake one for one or two hundred thousand. Zhang Zhihui said arrogantly.

"Oh, what's the point of fake, what's the point of fake? But with Jiarong's ability, it's not easy to get a fake. Uncle Zhang's expression eased and 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 the old man, and motioned for him to open it and take a look.

The old man was quite surprised, afraid that Lin Yu had really made a fake painting, so he glanced at Lin Yu.

"It's okay, Dad, our painting is genuine, you can open it with confidence. Lin Yu said.

"Then you mean to say that ours is fake? What a big breath, I want to see what you are!" Zhang Zhihui heard the meaning of Lin Yu's painting, and said a little angrily.

After Jiang Jingren opened the painting, Uncle Zhang's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he found that this ink plum picture was really extraordinary.

The overall painting style is vigorous and round, full of ease, with little but thick ink, ingenious layout, full of artistic conception, and even faintly surpassing his eagle stone picture.

"Haha, Lao Zhang, how about looking at this painting, it doesn't seem to be inferior to yours, right?" Jiang Jingren also felt that this painting was extraordinary, and it was very likely to be genuine, and the bad luck on his face was swept away, and he laughed loudly, extremely complacent.

"Whether it's true or not, it's still to be determined. Uncle Zhang snorted coldly, didn't look over, and didn't speak again.

"Even if your painting is real, it doesn't mean that our painting is fake!

Zhang Zhihui gritted his teeth and said, how can this He Jiarong oppose him everywhere, and with his poor and sour appearance, where did he meet such a generous 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, and 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 that the old gentleman was extraordinary.

"I'm the president of Ching Hai Art Research Institute, and that's my business card. The old man hurriedly took out a business card and handed it over. "I heard the conversation between the two just now, and I have some research on the paintings of the Bada Shanren, so I can distinguish the authenticity from the fake for the two of them. ”