Shen Huan wrote such a picture, of course, not to take it out and sell it.

However, looking at this painting with such a divine horse, Shen Huan was reluctant to tear it up directly like the first two.

After pondering for a long time, Shen Huan simply took it to school the next day and gave it to his math teacher He Qiang.

He Qiang didn't know that Shen Huan was actually a scumbag, but he relied on a good master to have such an ungodly mathematical ability, and he thought that it was his own teaching that guided Shen Huan's enlightenment.

Yes.

He never said that he taught Shen Huan like this, but just said that he showed Shen Huan the way, and Shen Huan's success depended on himself.

Others won't believe it at all, even if He Qiang plays a little role, it is definitely enough for ordinary level scholars.

Therefore, in the second half of last year, He Qiang's long-awaited qualification certificate of "National Special Teacher" was finally issued, which was also an encouragement and praise for him.

This made Lao He a little embarrassed, and said to Shen Huan that it was his light.

Shen Huan likes such honest people, so he respects He Qiang very much on weekdays.

Seeing that it is the Spring Festival, Shen Huan has never given anything to He Qiang, it just so happens that the painting here is not bad, so it should be a gift for him.

He Qiang didn't care at first.

He's a math nerd, and he doesn't know anything about calligraphy and painting.

Although the hype of antique calligraphy and painting has been crazy over the years, he doesn't have the money and leisure to pay attention to.

However, He Qiang was still very happy about the gift that Shen Huan gave him, and after taking it home, he directly opened it and put it on the table to enjoy it.

His wife Wang Ling was also a little surprised when she looked at it, "Shen Huan can write such good words?"

Although she doesn't know calligraphy and painting, this font is strong and rigorous, and it looks very comfortable, so it must not be a letter graffiti.

"How do I know? But this kid is still filial. He Qiang laughed.

In front of his wife, he must have taught a little bit of a famous teacher who has taught a high apprentice.

This is indeed what He Qiang can boast about.

He Qiang has a simple and honest personality, just talking to his wife at home.

Wang Ling is different, now in school and in her circle of friends, everyone knows that her husband taught Shen Huan's mathematics, and won the "National Special Teacher".

Although there are many national-level special-grade teachers in Lin'an City, they scatter mathematics, physics, chemistry, Chinese, English and other subjects, and there are not many of them in each subject.

In particular, this national special teacher has also taught a world-class mathematician, which is even more remarkable.

I don't know how many relatives and friends, begging Wang Ling to add their children to the next mathematics class taught by He Qiang.

There are also many people who are about to face the college entrance examination, but they can't reach the cram school taught by Shen Huan, and want to ask He Qiang to open a math cram school on holidays to give the children a surprise math.

Even He Qiang didn't agree because he wanted to listen to Shen Huan's class and study mathematics by himself, but this did not affect Wang Ling's status.

Even the wife of a billionaire used to be very arrogant, but now she is polite when she looks at Wang Ling, with a little compliment and stammering.

After all, who doesn't have children?

What kid doesn't want to meet a good teacher, study well, and get into a good university?

If you don't respect such a super elite teacher, then who else should you respect?

Wang Ling, who is in a happy mood, looks a lot younger and more beautiful during this time.

"Okay, it's just right!" Wang Ling suddenly said, "Hurry up, hang this character on the wall behind the sofa, and when Lao Zhu, Lao Chi, and Xiaoqu come, let's see your master's ability!"

"No need, right?" He Qiang scratched his head.

The people Wang Ling said are all good friends of He Qiang since childhood, and they have been friends for decades.

It's almost the New Year here, so everyone will come to He Qiang's house for a party, and the appointment is tonight.

Wang Ling naturally wanted to pretend to compare, so she ignored He Qiang's objections, and simply went into battle by herself and hung up the painting.

When the three old friends came over with their families in the evening, they politely said a few words, and Xiaoqu saw this character with sharp eyes.

"Hey, Brother Qiang, whose character is yours? It looks quite interesting, well, it's very good!" Xiaoqu shook his head and said.

"It was your brother Qiang's student Shen Huan who wrote it and gave it to him. Wang Ling was waiting for this opportunity, and said with a smile, "I saw that the writing was okay, so I hung it out...... Lao Chi, it just so happens that you are an expert, you come to taste it!"

"Oh, it's Mr. Lu's work, then you have to look at it!" Lao Chi, an amateur antique lover, walked over with a smile.

When he looked at it like this, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

From the beginning to the end, and then from the end to the head, Lao Chi's eyes flashed.

After taking a closer look at the payment, Lao Chi blurted out directly: "Damn! Isn't this Mr. Haicun's words?!"

"What Haicun?" asked the old Zhu Shunkou, who was standing next to him.

"This ...... Wait!"

Lao Chi didn't reply to him, he directly took out his mobile phone, and after a search, he found a photo and carefully observed it several times.

Then he said, "That's right! That's Mr. Umimura!

As he spoke, he showed his phone in front of several people.

I saw that in the mobile phone was an identical picture of "Nian Nujiao?? Chibi Nostalgia".

Lao Zhu took the phone, looked at it and smiled, "It looks a little similar, but it's mostly an imitation, right? Otherwise, where did the photo of your character come from? Also, only the payment has no seal, can it be authentic?"

"You don't understand!" Lao Chi also smiled, "This painting "Nian Nu Jiao?? Chibi Nostalgia has disappeared more than 20 years ago, and it is indeed not the one in Lao He's house now. ”

"Isn't that the end?" said Lao Zhu with his hands outstretched.

"You wait for me to finish speaking!" Lao Chi glared at him, "but a calligrapher, when they write, usually if they are serious, they will not pick up the pen and write, but will first write several of the same characters to practice." After practicing the feeling, I will formally write it. ”

"I see!" Xiaoqu suddenly realized, "This is what Mr. Kaimura practiced before he officially put pen to paper!"

"Yes!"

Lao Chi nodded with satisfaction.

"That's not right. Wang Ling looked at He Qiang, "Husband, didn't you say that Shen Huan wrote it?"

He Qiang was also a little stunned at this time, and after thinking about it carefully, he said: "Shen Huan just said, it's the New Year, give me a painting, I hope I don't dislike ......"

"Then he didn't say he wrote it himself?" Wang Ling asked.

"Nope. I thought ......"

Before He Qiang finished speaking, Wang Ling interrupted him, "That's right! People just gave it to you, where did they say it was his own? It's just that the attitude of sending it is a bit casual, so you think it's his pen practice, right?"

He Qiang nodded.

"Lao Chi, how much do you think this character is worth?" Xiaoqu said with a smile, "Mr. Haicun is a very famous calligrapher and educator in our Zhejiang and Yue Province, I think it should be worth 350,000 yuan, right?"

"Thirty or fifty thousand?" Lao Chi snorted, "His old man has a very high reputation in Zhejiang and Yue, and there are a lot of disciples and grandchildren, if it is a character with a seal, one square foot is 50,000! This character is written on eight-foot rice paper, which is one size larger than the original six-foot rice paper, and it is a full 26 square feet! According to me, it is at least about 500,000!"

"500,000!?"

Wang Ling was stunned, "Isn't this saying that it is a practice pen?

"Although it is a practice pen, this character is very well written, and there is no difference from the finished product at all. Lao Chi said, "It's worth the price! Especially when it has disappeared, it is even more precious! I don't know who gave it to Mr. Lu, maybe Mr. Lu doesn't know that it's so precious!"

"I don't believe it!" Lao Zhu shook his head, "Even if it is Hai Lao, it is possible for the draft to sell for thirty or fifty thousand, or even seventy or eighty thousand, but if you want to say 500,000, it is absolutely impossible!!"

Everyone also expressed disbelief.

Lao Chi smiled, "Okay, I'll take a picture of this painting and send it to our calligraphy and painting group, how about they give it an appraisal?" There are a lot of rich people here, maybe I'll buy it for you for 500,000 yuan!"

"Haha, impossible!" Wang Ling waved her hand, "Then you can send it! Let's see what its value is." ”

Everyone took it as a joke, and even He Qiang didn't stop it.

Lao Chi was not ambiguous, and directly took a panorama and sent it to the calligraphy and painting group.

He also added a sentence.

"I saw a picture that was well written, and everyone saw how much it could be fetched. ”

After sending it, he smiled and said, "Okay, let's eat first, there will be news later!"

"Good!"

Wang Ling didn't take it seriously, and hurriedly served the wine and food to the table, and everyone began to eat and drink lively.

Adults get together, and of course have some drink.

When the adults were drinking and chatting, a group of children did not stay honest, and Lao Chi's son took out his father's mobile phone and then played games with the children.

When everyone was sitting on the sofa and drinking tea, Xiaoqu remembered the joke and argument just now.

"By the way, Lao Chi, where is your mobile phone, quickly take it out and see what others say!"

"Oh!"

Lao Chi also drank a lot, and subconsciously touched the pocket of his clothes when he heard the words, but he didn't find his mobile phone for a long time.

"Where's my phone? Where's the strange?"

"Is it in your son's hands?"

Seeing him like this, his wife said a word, and then walked to the room where the children were, and after a while, she took his mobile phone out.

"Hehe, this kid, he knows how to play games all day long! ”

After taking the mobile phone, Lao Chi scolded with a smile, and then opened the micro chat and opened the calligraphy and painting group.

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