"Old man Zhang, congratulations!"

"You're hidden! I actually collected such treasures! ”

"That's right, you're hiding a lot from your brothers!"

"In the future, we will go to your house to admire the calligraphy and paintings, you are not allowed to hide the real pinch!"

"Lao Zhang, when the time comes, you finally turned over! The money you lost a few years ago, this painting has earned you back with interest! ”

Hatoyama is not big, and there are not many people who love calligraphy and painting, so people in the entire calligraphy and painting collection circle basically know each other.

Now that Old Man Zhang has won the gold award, everyone is envious and keeps congratulating.

On the stage, the old face was bathed in the spring breeze, smiling from ear to ear, and kept returning the salute.

There are only two purposes for mixing calligraphy and painting circles, one is for money, but for fame.

Everyone wants to be like Lao Zhang, and they can have a collection in their hands, which is undoubtedly a face-saving thing.

The people in the circle will curry favor with you, desperately trying to have a good relationship with you, and in the future, they will come to the door to admire the works, and when you go out, anyone will give you three points of thin noodles.

This is the reason why Xie Xingqiang would rather restrain his emotions than tear his face with Song Xinmeng, and want to take her calligraphy and painting and participate in this calligraphy and painting exhibition.

However, just as the staff was about to present the trophy to Lao Zhang, a male voice suddenly came from the audience, and his words were full of disdain.

"Wu Daozi's works are just like this, you can imagine how narrow your horizons are!"

"Hatoyama calligraphy and painting circle, when did it become so unbearable?"

"More than 10 million small works are eligible to win the annual gold award?"

The voice, contempt, did not hide it, just looked at everyone coldly.

Later, everyone found out the source of this voice, and Xie Xingqiang clasped his hands and stood under the stage with a disdainful expression.

"Huh?"

"Xie Xingqiang, it turned out to be you!"

"Lao Xie, it's just that others look down on more than 10 million paintings and calligraphy, and you have the qualifications to look down on them!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Lao Xie, you have been in the Hatoyama Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition every year, and you have never been absent, after so many years, do you have a collection that you can handle?"

"Not to mention more than 10 million masterpieces, I'm afraid you can't even find millions of small works at home!"

"Maybe, there are no works for 100,000 yuan!"

At first, when they heard this, everyone was taken aback, and they didn't know where the divine tone was so big, and more than 10 million works were not put in their eyes.

After seeing Xie Xingqiang clearly, they all sneered, and that look was like watching a joke.

Speaking of Xie Xingqiang, everyone in the Hatoyama calligraphy and painting industry knows it!

This guy is completely a wonderful, joke, he has no ability, but his heart is higher than the sky, he points fingers at other people's collections all day long, and looks down on this for a while, and looks down on that for a while.

However, he doesn't even have a single work in his hand, so I really don't know where he got the confidence to comment on others.

I haven't seen it for a year, and this heart is getting heavier and heavier, and even more than 10 million calligraphy and paintings are not in my eyes.

When they see a lot of strange things, they don't think it's strange, they just look at a fool.

On the stage, seeing Xie Xingqiang, Lao Zhang also sneered: "Lao Xie, you look down on my collection, but you have a treasure in your hand?"

"In that case, why don't you take it out and let us have a glimpse of the master!"

"With a poor and sour face, I don't have much ability, this heart is not small, and I don't have a decent collection, where do you have the qualifications to look down on us?"

Lao Zhang sneered, and was unceremonious to Xie Xingqiang, and it was a ridicule when they met.

Xie Xingqiang smiled jokingly: "Lao Zhang, it seems that you are very confident in your broken painting!"

"In that case, let me ask, how is the calligraphy and painting of the master Zhang Daqian's calligraphy and painting compared to your painting?"

What the!

"Zhang Daqian?"

"Are you talking about Master Hua Yan, Master Zhang, who is known as the 'originator of landscapes'?"

As soon as Xie Xingqiang's words came out, the audience was in a commotion.

In an instant, everyone sneered, their eyes widened, and they looked at him in shock.

"It's hard to ...... Could it be that you got the authentic handiwork of Master Zhang? ”

"Absolutely impossible!"

"You must be talking nonsense for the sake of eyeballs!"

"Master Zhang's authentic handiwork, but it's hard to find!"

"His paintings are in the world, and we can't not hear the wind!"

"At the auction, his works can be hundreds of millions of dollars casually!"

"Such a precious work, can you collect it?"

"You're talking nonsense!"

After a brief shock, everyone shook their heads and smiled bitterly, not believing that this was true at all.

After all, Xie Xingqiang has a few brushes, and they couldn't be clearer.

However, Xie Xingqiang walked directly onto the high platform, opened the wooden box, took out the picture scroll, and the painting appeared in front of everyone.

Wow~

To everyone's surprise, Zhang Daqian's "Summer Mountain Residence" appeared in front of them.

"This ...... Is this really Master Zhang's work? ”

After a moment of silence, everyone looked at the "Summer Mountain Residence Map" in front of them suspiciously, and couldn't believe that it was true.

Everyone present is basically a small rich man, and the paintings collected on weekdays are all small family paintings, like the paintings of Master Zhang Daqianzhang, which is not a rare treasure?

Where do they have access to such masterpieces?

Now, Xie Xingqiang took out a work and said that it was Zhang Daqian's authentic work, and for a while, they really couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

Looking at Xie Xingqiang again, standing in the center of the stage, holding a picture scroll, talking eloquently, full of confidence, and said: "This painting, called "Summer Mountain Dwelling", is one of Master Zhang's favorite paintings!"

"Everyone is a lover of calligraphy and painting, I believe you all remember that this painting appeared at the Hatoyama auction a few years ago and was bought by Longlin at a high price!"

"Later, at a dinner, the head of the Long family gave this painting to my friend Mr. Qin Jieran Wang!"

"What I say is true, if you don't believe it, there are photos to prove it!"

When Xie Xingqiang spoke, Song Xinmeng took his mobile phone and walked onto the high platform.

Afraid that everyone would not be able to see it clearly, which would lead to misunderstanding, Song Xinmeng specially asked the staff to bring a projector and put the photo on the wall for everyone to verify.

"Holy!"

"The person in the photo is really the head of the Long family!"

"Such a valuable calligraphy and painting, just send it?"

"This stroke is not the richest man in our Hatoyama! Atmosphere! ”

"In this way, this painting is really the real work of Master Zhang!"

At this time, the photo of Long Lin on the big screen clearly appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone was deeply impressed by Longlin's heroism!

This painting is not the small family works they collected in a small way, but the real work of Master Zhang!

Tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of treasures, just send them.

Seeing everyone's surprised appearance, Xie Xingqiang looked proud, as if he was in the clouds, and enjoyed everyone's praise: "How is it, can you see clearly?"

"Now, who doesn't believe the painting is real?"

"Also, I and Qin Jieran are friends for the New Year, in the future, this painting will be collected by me, welcome everyone to come to the humble house to admire Master Zhang's masterpieces!"

Xie Xingqiang held calligraphy and painting, his eyes swept over the audience, and he was very proud.

Hearing this painting, Song Xinmeng's faces changed instantly, as if they had eaten.

What nonsense!

When did they say that?

However, even if they are dissatisfied, the husband and wife can only endure it, after all, the approval is still in his hands, and this one cannot be dismantled.

I could only wait for the exhibition to end and talk to him in private.

Now I can only endure it and let him finish this force!

Sure enough, as soon as Xie Xingqiang's words came out, the audience was full of compliments.

Even Lao Zhang, who had mocked him before, was ashamed, drooped his head, and apologized to Xie Xingqiang.

"Lao Xie, we have known each other for more than ten years, and we have become old friends, don't take those previous jokes to heart!"

"It's because we don't know Taishan because we have eyes and don't know Taishan, so we made this joke and made you laugh!"

"But, then again, Lao Xie, you're amazing!"

"I envy me to make such an iron friend!"

"You must not disturb your purity tonight! This painting, we must look at it carefully! ”

"Hahaha~"

……

In an instant, most people's attitudes took a 180-degree turn, and they kept thanking Xie Xingqiang, saying that they wanted to come to the door to pay their respects carefully and feel the famous calligraphy and painting at close range.

"Hahaha~"

"Rest assured, we are all lovers of calligraphy and painting, I got good things, I won't hide them, and you are not allowed to watch them!"

"Come to Japan, don't worry, there will always be a chance to see you!"

……

Since entering the calligraphy and painting circle, Xie Xingqiang has not been as beautiful as he is today.

It turned out that it was so wonderful to be touted as stuttering, and he enjoyed it and had fallen in love with it.

"Xinmeng, looking at Director Xie's appearance, our approval is stable!"

"The task assigned by Grandpa has finally been successfully completed!" Seeing this, Song Xinmeng and Qin Jieran both gave a mouthful, and finally completed the task.

As for the painting, after getting the approval, I will ask him to come back.

After all, this is a society under the rule of law, and he still dares to occupy it by force?

"Hmph, joke!"

"It's just a fake painting, and I'm embarrassed to show off, I don't know where it came from!"

"Fortunately, there is no one who really knows how to do it here, otherwise after being recognized, see how he ends!"

"In the future, this Xie Xingqiang will become a celebrity in Hatoyama!"

Just when Xie Xingqiang was proud, a contemptuous voice came out of the crowd.

The voice was not loud, but it was obviously incompatible with the sound of praise, and in an instant, everyone asked about the prestige.

Brush brush brush ~

In an instant, hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at each other at the same time.

Everyone saw a tall and thin young man, standing with his hands in his hands, with a sneer on his face.

The corners of his mouth curved up slightly, raised a beautiful arc, and smiled in all directions.