Chen Changhe put down the brush, pushed the just-written "Farewell Post" in front of Chen Feng, and said, "It's written, you can take a look." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Chen Feng looked at it from beginning to end, and said with a smile: "Yes, Lao Chen, this paper, this trace, it looks like it has just been dug out of the ancient tomb, your ability to fake and make old has greatly improved, teach me another day." In the future, I will go out to walk the rivers and lakes, swaggering and deceiving and eating, all relying on this trick......"

"Alright, alright, you little bunny, don't squeeze me." Chen Changhe waved his hand, "Things are ready, when will that producer come over?" ”

"Anytime, waiting for your notification." Chen Feng said with a smile: "Lao Chen, when I talked about you in front of others, I molded you into the image of a high-ranking monk, don't drop the chain when the time comes." ”

"Isn't it just to help you match the bridges, this kind of trivial matter is not a piece of cake for your father." Chen Changhe reminded: "I can help you create opportunities to build relationships, but whether people take you to play or not depends on your own ability." ”

"Don't be so unconfident in your son...... Chen Feng snapped his fingers, "There is no basis for what you say, let's wait and see." ”

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The next morning, in the antique street, Chen Feng waited at the entrance, waiting for Yang Ye to come over. Last night, Chen Feng called Yang Ye and said that his father has time tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and he will come over when it is convenient for you.

Yang Ye seemed to be in a hurry, saying that he would come over the next morning, so Chen Feng told him Judexuan's address and agreed to meet the next day.

A white Porsche Cayenne stopped beside Chen Feng, and when the window came down, Yang Ye smiled at Chen Feng and said, "Xiaofeng, are you in a hurry?" ”

"Not really, I just came out." Chen Feng pointed to a small road on the right, "Brother Yang, just park the car there." ”

Chen Feng pushed open the glass door of Judexuan and said to Yang Ye behind him, "Brother Yang, please." ”

"You kid, why are you so polite?" Yang Ye pretended to be angry and said, "Your Brother Yang is only a few years older than you, and he is not as virtuous and respected as you think." ”

Chen Feng had already known the Yang family's huge influence in the field of film and television media from Yang Ye's memory information, and befriending a "second generation official" like Yang Ye would be of great benefit to both himself and Shu Ziye's future stardom.

"It's not strange to have a lot of people." Chen Feng smiled and said, "Besides, Brother Yang helped me so much last time, I took the opportunity to take a few sycophants, which can be regarded as expressing my gratitude." ”

"You kid......" Yang Ye patted Chen Feng on the shoulder, "You talk so directly, how can I answer you?" ”

Chen Feng laughed and coughed at Chen Changhe, who was lying on the recliner and pretending to sleep, "Dad, the guests are here." ”

Chen Changhe opened his eyes, glanced at Yang Ye, and said slowly: "Well, serve tea." ”

Chen Feng brought the brewed tea over, glanced at his father, and smiled in his heart. In order to cooperate with him in acting, Dad pretended to be a "master" in front of Yang Ye today, which can be regarded as doing his homework. The long gray hair that used to be scattered in the cloak was tied up today, and a knot was tied on the head, and a wooden hairpin was inserted into it. The body is also wearing that kind of retro Hanfu, and at first glance, it really feels like a fairy wind and bones.

Yang Ye sat opposite Chen Changhe and said, "Master Chen, you have a lot of good things in this store." ”

"It's all friends who keep it here, and I'll just take care of it for them." Chen Changhe said lightly: "I heard Xiaofeng say that Mr. Yang's calligraphy and painting are unique, and he has a unique vision. ”

"I dare not take the word sir." Yang Ye said: "Where Master Chen is useful to juniors, even if he opens his mouth, if he is within the range of juniors' ability, he will go all out." ”

Chen Feng put the tea on the coffee table between the two, and secretly said in his heart when he heard that this Yang Ye really knows how to speak, a junior, and his posture is so low, it is difficult for people to feel bad. I didn't ask what I was going to help, but I agreed very happily, and it felt quite bold.

Chen Changhe turned his head and said to Chen Feng: "Xiaofeng, go and take out that pair of "Farewell Post". ”

Chen Feng answered, went to the warehouse and took out the "Farewell Post" that was completed yesterday, unfolded it on the table, and as soon as he unfolded all the words, Yang Ye couldn't wait to come over.

Chen Changhe said: "This Yan Zhenqing's "Farewell Post" was inadvertently obtained a few days ago, and it is said that this stream has been overseas for many years, and it has reappeared in China today, and I don't know if it is genuine or fake. ”

Chen Feng praised his father in his heart, this acting skill is very good, this line is slippery, and he doesn't even blink his eyes when he talks about deception.

Yang Ye was almost half lying on the table, looking at it several times from beginning to end, the expression on his face was both happy and confused.

Chen Feng glanced at Yang Ye's eyes, and soon knew what he was thinking, this word seemed to be true, but it seemed to be false.

Chen Feng secretly said in his heart that his father's ability to fake is really not covered, and this copy of the words makes it difficult for ordinary connoisseurs to distinguish the true from the fake.

After reading it again, Yang Ye raised his head and said to Chen Changhe: "Master Chen, forgive the junior for being clumsy, I can't tell whether this thing is real or fake. ”

Chen Changhe said: "Mr. Yang seems to like Yan Zhenqing's words very much. ”

Yang Ye nodded, "Juniors started practicing calligraphy with Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, and Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy is my favorite for so many years." ”

Chen Changhe: "It doesn't matter whether this thing is real or not, the most important thing is that it should fall into the hands of people who understand it and appreciate it." Since Mr. Yang is so fond of this word, I will give it to Mr. Yang. ”

Yang Ye's body was shocked, and he was stunned: "Master Chen, if this word is genuine, it is priceless, you are such a generous gift as soon as you make a move, how dare I be a ......"

"Valuable is for those who understand it, and for those who don't understand, it's just a piece of waste paper......" Chen Changhe said with an unfathomable expression: "A gentleman doesn't take people's favor, since Mr. Yang has taken a fancy to it, take it." ”

Yang Ye was overjoyed, and he didn't give in anymore, he arched his hand to Chen Changhe, and said respectfully: "Then thank you Master Chen." ”

Chen Changhe nodded indifferently and said to Chen Feng: "Xiaofeng, I still have something to go out, you stay and watch the store." ”

"Mr. Yang, let's talk about mundane things, don't go ahead today."

Yang Ye hurriedly replied, "Master Chen, go slowly." ”

Chen Changhe nodded, and then walked out.

Chen Feng brought Yang Ye to Judexuan today, one of the purposes was to send him a word, human relations, naturally need to have contacts, Yang Ye sent Shu Ziye a female No. 3 role, and he returned him a word.

Of course, Yan Zhenqing's heirloom ink treasures are almost all priceless, and Chen Feng can't afford to send them real, so he has to send them ninety percent true. But whether it's true or not, his "favor" can be regarded as a gift.