Ling Zhengren knew that what this son-in-law sometimes said sounded exaggerated. But he is indeed able to do what he says, and the whole person is quite set.

At that moment, his face turned cloudy to clear, and he smiled: "Okay, then Dad is waiting to see your performance!" ”

The three of them entered the Century Gallery together, only to see that there were already many people in the gallery.

All of them are well-dressed and talk extraordinary, obviously either rich or expensive. At the moment, they are holding red wine and champagne, gathering in twos and threes, pointing to various exhibits on each booth and talking.

Ling Zhengren took the painting of Zhang Daqian around and found that there were no extra booths.

"Jun Hao, what should I do now? I deliberately brought the painting here to show off, but there was no booth...... Isn't this a waste of work......" Ling Zhengren said with a bitter face.

"It's okay, I have a way." Zhao Junhao beckoned and summoned a staff member.

"Sir, is there anything I can do to help you?" The staff member said politely.

"Tell your person in charge, my name is Zhao Junhao, and let him hurry up and add another booth."

The waiter listened to him in a very loud tone, and did not dare to slack off, so he quickly used the walkie-talkie to contact the manager.

Liu Jing, the manager in charge of various matters of the exhibition, has already been assigned by Lei Yang and knows that Zhao Junhao's identity is extremely noble.

As soon as he heard these three words, he immediately arranged for someone to add a new display position for Ling Zhengren, which was incredibly efficient.

Although Ling Zhengren and Jiang Xue'er both knew that Zhao Junhao was capable, they were still surprised.

Is the son-in-law/brother-in-law's name so useful? I didn't even have to show up to solve the problem.

Carefully placed the Emei Mountain map on the booth, Ling Zhengren was relieved, and happily looked left and right with his hands behind his back.

Waiting for someone to compliment the painting and satisfy his vanity.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "Hey, isn't this Lao Ling?" Why are you here? ”

Looking back, it was Qian Weizheng who walked over with a gray-haired old man, and Qian Weizheng was still holding a bronze wine bottle in his hand.

Ling Zhengren glanced at Zhao Junhao, saw Zhao Junhao shaking his head at him slightly, remained silent for the moment, and greeted Qian Weizheng: "It turned out to be Professor Qian." ”

In fact, where is Qian Weizheng a professor? It's just that this person loves face very much, thinks he is very knowledgeable about antiques, and gives himself such a nickname.

Many people were counting on learning antiques from him and asking him to help pick out antiques, so they called him down in order to please him.

Qian Weizheng nodded with a smile: "Lao Ling, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

glanced at Zhang Daqian's painting: "This painting, is it yours?" ”

Ling Zhengren nodded: "Not bad." ”

He thought that Qian Weizheng had seen the extraordinaryness of this painting, and his face was somewhat proud.

If you want your surname to be cheated everywhere, you may not earn 10 million after being deceived for so many years.

But my painting is worth more than 15 million, which is many times better than you!

Unexpectedly, Qian Weizheng shook his head: "This painting is very ordinary, Lao Ling, I think you have probably been fooled." Sure enough, without my guidance, you would only have to cheat others. ”

Ling Zhengren glared: "What nonsense are you talking about!" This painting of mine is genuine, and it is very valuable! ”

Qian Weizheng shook his head with a smile: "Your painting is worthless." Okay, you take it down and give up the booth to Mr. Miao. In that case, I can give you a free click and tell you why the painting is not worth much. ”