Sun He felt that he must have not looked at the yellow calendar when he went out today.

Otherwise, how could I be so unhappy?

First Yi Chuan refuted himself, and now there is an old guy who doesn't know where he came from to challenge his authority, and they think they can't do it?

A month ago, Sun He inadvertently found a fragment of Qi Lao here from the old man and made a lot of money. However, later, he spent tens of thousands of yuan to buy a bunch of fakes. Sun He, who was narrow-minded and could only make cheap and could not suffer, began to look for the old man's theory. But every time the old man fooled him with the "self-identification" on his wall, which made him very angry.

So, he asked the old man for trouble, Yi Chuan was the third target he wanted to get rid of, but he didn't expect such a change to happen.

Finally, when he heard someone say that this worthless "Spring Bird Picture" that was devalued by himself was the authentic work of the Bada Shanren, the anger that Sun He had been holding back for these years in his heart was like a volcano erupting, and he turned around and shouted angrily: "Tell the truth!" ――I am the director of the Tianhe Painters Association, and I represent the authority of the Tianhe Painters Association, and I have already identified this painting as a fake! ”

"So, whoever you are, take back your irresponsible words! --Don't think you don't know who you are because you have a little ink in your stomach-"

"Oh? - Painters' Guild? Director Sun? - Old man, I do have some ink in my stomach, but I don't know who I am like you. In the way of the crowd's aside, an elegant old man dressed in light gray satin walked over.

The old man shook his head while looking at Sun He, who was speechless when he saw that he had become sluggish and shocked, and slowly spoke: "The current Tianhe Painters Association is really getting more and more nonsense - I really don't know how Chang Quanshu got it!" ”

Everyone looked at the old man with some doubts in their eyes. But when I heard that the old man hated iron and steel and talked about Chang Quanshu, I secretly speculated about the identity of the old man in my heart. A few sharp-eyed people had already noticed Sun He, whose face was bloodless after seeing the old man-

Hey, it looks like this old man's identity is not simple!

Everyone doesn't know the old man, but Sun He does.

This old man is none other than Han Muzhi, the former president of the Tianhe Painters Association. Chang Shuhe, the current president of the Tianhe Painters Association, is his eldest disciple and is now teaching at Tianhai University in the provincial capital.

Thinking of the tone in which he had just spoken to Han Lao, Sun He felt that the sky was spinning, and the sky was gray. When he raised his head and mustered up the courage to explain to Han Muzhi, he couldn't open his mouth, only feeling that the gloom in his heart was getting thicker and thicker.

There were two other people who knew Han Muzhi at the scene, one was the old man lying on the rattan chair, and the other was Yi Chuan.

The old man was lying on the rattan chair, nodded at Han Muzhi outside the door, and had no other words, it seemed that this shelf was even bigger than Han Muzhi.

And Yi Chuan knew Han Muzhi entirely because he had studied at Tianhai University in his previous life. Han Muzhi, the dean of the Academy of Fine Arts of Tianhai University, Yi Chuan in his previous life was fortunate to see one of his art exhibitions, and it was that exhibition that left a deep impression on Yi Chuan, and he met Lin Ruoxue for the first time at that art exhibition.

Han Muzhi is very famous in Tianhai University, he is honest and elegant, and his painting skills are superb, and one of his paintings has been fried to nearly one million in Yi Chuan's previous life. It seems that I heard that his hometown is from Tianhe City, and today I finally confirmed the authenticity of this sentence.

Thinking back, Yi Chuan looked at this elegant old man with some excitement, bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "Old Han, thank you for speaking up!" ”

"You know me?" Han Muzhi looked at Yi Chuan with some surprise.

"Students are very fond of painting, and Han Lao's name is like thunder to me!" In fact, Yi Chuan's words were a little flattering, Han Muzhi was still an ordinary professor at Tianhai University at this time, and it would probably be 05 years before he became famous.

Han Muzhi listened to Yi Chuan's words, waved his hand, and did not accept Yi Chuan's compliment. His eyes kept staring at the scroll in Yi Chuan's hand, and after a while, he considered his words and asked Yi Chuan, "Little brother, do you have time?" ”

"Old man, I have admired the Bada Shanren for a long time, and I can see the real thing today, and I ask the little brother to let me take a closer look!"

Yi Chuan looked at Han Muzhi's sincere appearance, and said after a moment's silence: "Okay! It's just that I asked Mr. Han to hurry up, and I'm afraid that the students won't be able to catch the car home if it's late. ”

"Haha, it doesn't matter! It doesn't matter! - If it's late, the little brother will stay with me! Han Muzhi was overjoyed, his face flushed with excitement, and he almost hugged Yi Chuan and kissed him.

When everyone saw the conversation between the two of them without others, they sighed in their hearts that Yi Chuan's luck was against the sky, and at the same time, they looked at Sun He, who had lost his soul and quietly left, and secretly shook his head - he did his own sin, and he couldn't live!

After saying hello to the old man, Han Muzhi led Yi Chuan to a quiet small teahouse.

After greeting for a while, Han Muzhi put forward his willingness to buy Yi Chuan's "Spring Bird".

After half an hour of pleasant conversation, in Yi Chuan's incredulous gaze, Han Muzhi took out a small mobile phone and made a call, and there was an extra 600,000 yuan on the card in Yi Chuan's hand!

He expected that Han Muzhi would be interested in this painting, so he would agree to drink tea with him, or he would have gone to the antiquities pawn and sold it at a low price - who would take a bus with a painting worth hundreds of thousands? This is Yichuan's start-up capital, and there must be no difference in the pool.

But he never thought that Han Muzhi would be so rich and so cheerful and generous! Now Yi Chuan feels that the old man in front of him is really getting more and more cute.

In his expectation, under the introduction of Han Muzhi, he would be able to find a suitable buyer and sell this hot potato by himself. However, luck can't stop it, and that's how things are going.

Yi Chuan, who came out of the bank and confirmed the arrival of the account, and Han Muzhi greeted each other for a while, and after Han Muzhi left with the picture scroll with excitement on his face, Yi Chuan could no longer hide the ecstasy in his heart.

Standing at the door of the bank as if he was crazy, he looked up to the sky and smiled, laughing wantonly and arrogantly, laughing with tears streaming down his face.

From today on, my life will change!!

It was also at the same time that Yi Chuan was ecstatic, Bai Jinyan, who was in Yinchuan, was holding a Nokia 6100 mobile phone that originally appeared in Yi Chuan's previous life in 2002 at this time, looking out the window with dull eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a long time, she got up and walked to her room, looked at the guitar leaning against the wall, and felt a little irritated.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

It's a text message, and the person sending the letter is an unfamiliar number.

"Thank you, white chick!"

No name.

For some reason, Yi Chuan's face suddenly appeared in Bai Jinyan's mind.

At 4:50 in the afternoon, Yi Chuan, holding two brand-new Nokia mobile phones, sat in the car and looked out the window, feeling a little painful in his heart. At this time, the price of mobile phones was simply more expensive than Apple in the previous life, and ordinary people could not afford to use it at all.

The two mobile phones cost Yichuan nearly 10,000 oceans. But thinking of the next plan, a bitter smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

This phone is indispensable