"Ah, what a surprise, thank you Xiaofeng, I really like this painting!"

After a long while, the sister-in-law calmed down, looked at the painting on the table, and was overjoyed.

"It's okay, it's good if you're satisfied!" Zhang Feng said with a slight smile.

The sister-in-law was lying on the table, looking at her portrait with fiery eyes, and she was extremely satisfied, feeling that she was like a fairy in the painting, slim and elegant, fluttering like a fairy, and it looked like people didn't dare to blaspheme.

"Xiao Feng, you painted your sister-in-law like a fairy, but you can't make me ugly!" Seeing that Zhang Feng's painting skills were so good, the aunt said to Zhang Feng jokingly.

"Hehe, auntie, don't worry, the madman will definitely paint you well and show all your dignified beauty. Yiyi interjected with a smile.

Zhang Feng smiled and nodded, re-laid the drawing paper, adjusted the paint, and painted a portrait of the aunt again according to the pattern just now.

Just when Zhang Feng was concentrating on painting, several of the old man's old friends also came back from a walk, and when they saw a few paintings painted by Zhang Feng, they were all amazed, and they all sighed that they were really masters in the people, but they didn't expect that in such a remote mountain village, there were such outstanding masters of Chinese painting, which was really amazing.

"Young man, your painting skills are really surprising!" Seeing Zhang Feng put down the brush, an old man with white hair said incredulously.

"Xiaofeng, this is your grandfather Wang, he has a collection of calligraphy and paintings by many famous artists, Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian's calligraphy and paintings!" At this moment, the old man introduced to Zhang Feng with a smile.

"Yes, I didn't expect Grandpa Wang to be a big collector. Zhang Feng smiled and said.

"Where, where, I'm just an amateur in calligraphy and painting, if the young man has the opportunity to go to the provincial capital, we can have a good exchange. Grandpa Wang said with a smile, such a young man can have master-level painting skills, which is really impressive, so he was invited as an equal, hoping to exchange knowledge of calligraphy and painting.

"Thank you, Grandpa Wang, I will definitely come to ask for advice when I have the opportunity. Zhang Feng smiled and said modestly.

"Okay, Lao Wang, you don't talk about your calligraphy and painting anymore, you will be like a cultural scholar, in fact, you haven't graduated from junior high school yet!"

"Okay, you old Yang, you are not educated, don't you allow others to pursue it!" said the old man Wang angrily.

"What kind of pursuit are you? Your collection has cost hundreds of millions, why don't you see that your calligraphy and painting level has improved a little? I think you are just pretending to be a cultural person. "Grandpa Yang is straightforward and fast-talking, and his words are sharp, and he says that Grandpa Wang is incomplete.

"I ...... I don't know you like you!" Old Man Wang couldn't argue with Grandpa Yang, turned Tie Qing's face, and stopped talking angrily.

"Okay, okay, Lao Yang, you don't have to say a word, didn't you say last time that you like the root carving coffee table? Xiaofeng has a golden silk nanmu there, you let him take you to see it!" The old man hurriedly came over to play the round.

When Old Man Yang heard that Zhang Feng had a golden silk nanmu coffee table, he stood up in surprise, pulled Zhang Feng away, and moved so fast that he didn't look like an old man at all.

"Hmph, this old thing!" Seeing that Grandpa Yang was gone, Old Man Wang turned around.

The two are old enemies, they have known each other for decades, and in response to the call of the country, they went to the mountains and went to the countryside, and planted green in a remote mountain village in the city.

It was there that the two formed a deep friendship, if they didn't quarrel twice a day, the whole body would be uncomfortable, and after a sleep, the two woke up the next day and talked and laughed again, completely forgetting yesterday's unhappiness.

The old man's hometown is not far from the place where they planted the green, they are all a brigade, so several people have become good friends, although after the change, everyone has returned to the city, but the friendship of several people has not been forgotten, but with the passage of time, it has become more profound, just like fine wine, lasting for a long time.

But on the other side, Grandpa Yang was completely stunned after looking at the golden silk nan root carving in the courtyard of the capital.

The golden silk nan coffee table in front of you is beautiful, brilliant and changeable, and bright as gold.

It is said that under the illumination of different colors and different strengths, Jin Si Nan will have different visual beauty. Even if the light source is fixed, it will have a completely different look when viewed from different angles.

The old man looked very attentively, although he kept walking, he was silent, admiring the beauty of Jin Si Nan in different positions and from different angles.

In the eyes of Mr. Yang, the beauty of Jin Sinan is fluid, the scenery changes step by step, the light and shadow sway, and the golden waves are like illusions, which is fascinating.

"Good, that's good!" In the eyes of Old Man Yang, Jin Sinan is like a ever-changing beauty, unfathomable, and she can't do it all in her life.

"Xiaofeng, you must sell me this coffee table!" Old Man Yang said excitedly, extremely satisfied with this coffee table, and he was determined to get it.

"Okay, no problem, you just like it!" Zhang Feng still has one of his own, and he doesn't have a special preference for Jin Sinan, so he readily agreed.

"Haha, thank you Xiaofeng, how about 150,000?" Hearing that Zhang Feng promised to sell it to himself, Grandpa Yang was pleasantly surprised, and immediately took out his mobile phone and prepared to transfer money.

"Don't, old man, you can give 100,000 yuan!" The current Jin Si Nan market has collapsed, and the market price is like this, the price of 150,000 yuan is already high, Zhang Feng doesn't want to take advantage of the old man.

"How can this be, Xiaofeng, your good craftsmanship is worth more than 100,000, 150,000 I feel that I have taken advantage of it!"

Old man Yang shook his head, he also likes to drink tea, and has seen all kinds of precious root carved coffee tables, but the craftsmanship and materials can not be compared with the one in front of him, it is difficult to buy money and good hearts, the old man is very satisfied with the coffee table carved by Zhang Feng.

"Haha, Xiaofeng, Lao Yang is a big tyrant, you must not be polite to him. At this point, Grandpa Yiyi and a few people also followed curiously, and when they heard the conversation between the two, the old man said with a smile.

"Yes, Old Man Yang is a nouveau riche, if Xiao Feng wants me to be you, you will slaughter him severely!" Grandpa Wang smiled and instigated.

"Old man Wang, you are embarrassed to say that I am a nouveau riche, do you want to be embarrassed??" Grandpa Yang refused to suffer at all, and immediately went back.

"Why is Lao Tzu shameless, you are shameless for selling fake medicines!" The two old men pinched each other again, arguing so red-faced, so lively.

"Okay, you are both so old, and you are still noisy here, and you are not afraid of the jokes of the juniors. The old man knew that the two were not really angry and quarreled, and knew that this was the fixed plot of the two of them, as long as they met, there would be sparks.

"Ignore this old thing, Xiao Feng will give me your account number, and I will transfer it to you......" Grandpa Yang shook his head, and then said to Zhang Feng.

Soon, 150,000 oceans were transferred to Zhang Feng's account, and after the transaction was completed, Mr. Yang was very happy, and immediately invited the old man and Grandpa Wang to drink tea together.