An hour later.

Chen Simin couldn't hold it back, pushed open the office door, but saw Jiang Chen sitting lazily on the sofa, sipping tea.

His eyes subconsciously looked at the desk, and the ink and bamboo jumped on the paper.

Her pupils shrank, and she walked over quickly to take a look, and her face changed dramatically.

The ink bamboo on the paper is lifelike, the knot is tenacious, and the strong wind jumps out of the paper and blows on the face.

Whether it is the fine brushwork or the artistic conception, Chen Simin was dumbfounded.

Is this really a makeshift drawing by the boss?

If it was just that, forget it, but what shocked her even more was how the boss made this painting old in an hour?

New paintings and old paintings, even if they are copied again, can still be distinguished without special old treatment.

The "Ink Bamboo Picture" on the table made her unable to find the slightest flaw.

"Boss......" Chen Simin's red lips opened lightly, and he looked at Jiang Chen in panic, "This painting ......"

But when the words came out, she swallowed them back.

She wanted to ask Jiang Chen if he really collected "Ink and Bamboo Pictures", but this question was too ridiculous.

She bought the paper and ink, and when the boss was painting, she was guarding outside, and it was impossible to go out.

You can't always bring Zheng Banqiao's "Ink and Bamboo Picture" with him, right?

"The small skills of carving insects are not enough to worry about teeth." Jiang Chen smiled indifferently, his temperament was still so light and light.

At the beginning, he was able to order Zheng Banqiao to paint bamboo, and it was easy to copy a copy of Zheng Banqiao's "Ink and Bamboo Drawing", as for the old, infiltrated with corpse gas, what old can't be done?

At the same time, the black Mercedes drove to the side of the street not far from the company.

Han Chen's face was extremely ugly, it took so long to wait for Jiang Chen to finish processing the documents, Jiang Chen's words just now were clearly bragging, but grandpa was really willing to wait for this extra hour.

"Grandpa, if Jiang Chen can't get the "Ink Bamboo Map" later, you can't stop me when I teach him a lesson."

After wasting half a day, all of Han Chen's patience was gone, and all that was left was anger towards Jiang Chen.

"Chen'er, don't be impatient, how do you know that Jiang Xiaoyou can't take out the "Ink Bamboo Map"?"

Han Sanqian walked steadily with the dragon's head, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his grandson was too frizzy and impulsive, and his mood was not quiet, so he stopped at the painting path, if he could sharpen his life, with his talent, his future achievements would naturally surpass him.

It's a pity......

Han Sanqian looked at his grandson who was viciously about to beat people, and sighed helplessly.

Bang!

Han Chen raised his foot and kicked open the door of the company's office.

"Jiang Chen, what about "Ink Bamboo Picture"?"

Jiang Chen frowned slightly, glanced at the office door, obviously Han Chen's kick was very strong, and the wooden board on the door was kicked open.

"You've got to pay!"

The voice was low and displeased.

"Huh! Then it depends on whether you can get "Ink Bamboo Map"! Han Chen sat on the sofa with a golden knife.

Han Sanqian, who came in closely, shook his head helplessly, and said to Jiang Chen with a smile: "Little friend, don't blame, Chen'er is young and vigorous, and she has a child's heart. ”

Jiang Chen ignored it, but looked at Han Chen with a smile: "I can't take it, don't you know how to see it with your eyes?" ”

For Han Sanqian, he has nothing to say, a dignified master of Chinese painting, with a gentle attitude, treating people kindly, and deserving of respect.

But Han Chen, this kid, rushed into the door, was rude, and he didn't need to look good.

In the Mu family, he can swallow his anger, but in front of outsiders, Jiang Chen is Jiang Chen after all, and his personality and momentum do not need to be hidden.

"Han Gongzi, "Ink Bamboo Picture" is here." Chen Simin looked at Han Chen angrily.

Obviously, it was the grandfather and grandson of the Han family who came uninvited and came to visit, but now it's good, Han Chen actually wanted to turn against the guest and kick the door and slap his face.

Is there really a "Ink Bamboo Picture"?

Han Chen was surprised, his anger calmed down for a while, and he looked at Han Sanqian in disbelief.

After getting Han Sanqian's nod, he moved to Chen Simin's side and looked at the table fixedly.

"This ...... How is this possible? ”

Looking at the "Ink Bamboo Picture" on the table, Han Chen felt like a heavy hammer that smashed into his eyeballs.

He widened his eyes, rubbed them vigorously, and leaned over to look at them carefully: "What about the flaws?" What about the horse's feet? This painting, this painting ......"

The sound of panic echoed in the office.

It's completely different from the unprovoked arrogance when you entered the door just now.

Han Sanqian frowned, leaned on the faucet's crutches, and walked quickly to the desk.

As soon as I saw the "Ink Bamboo Picture" on the table, I suddenly thundered in my head, like being struck by lightning.

Mozhu's strength and tenacity, jumping out of the face and rushing to the face.

With his attainments, he naturally instantly distinguished the strong sense of artistic conception of Mozhu.

At this moment, Rao is Han Sanqian's determination, and he couldn't help but blush.

His eyes were round, his essence flickered, and he stared at Jiang Chen in surprise.

"Grandpa, take a closer look." Han Chen's hurried voice interrupted Han Sanqian's thoughts.

Han Sanqian nodded hurriedly, took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, and leaned over to examine it carefully.

The real "Ink Bamboo Picture" is in your own home, and the "Ink Bamboo Picture" in front of you must be an imitation, since it is an imitation, then you must be able to find out the flaws.

Chen Simin on the side was already so shocked that he couldn't close his red lips.

She has always been worried that the boss will play a big knife in front of the door, which will make Han Lao angry.

After all, joking and bragging is already disrespectful to the master of Chinese painting, if you casually make nonsense about a fake painting and fool the master of Chinese painting, it is just rushing to force people to blow up.

The reaction of the grandfather and grandson made the stone hanging in her heart fall to the ground quietly.

Her beautiful eyes flickered, and she gave Jiang Chen a thumbs up without a trace, and her eyes became adoring.

From beginning to end, Jiang Chen tasted tea by himself, calmly, with the momentum of Mount Tai collapsing in front of him and not changing his face.

It seems that the "Ink and Bamboo Picture" on the desktop is the real thing.

Han Sanqian and Han Chen's heads were a little foggy at this time, and the grandfather and grandson of the "Ink Bamboo Picture" in front of them couldn't see the slightest flaw when they worked together.

A grotesque thought suddenly popped into Han Sanqian's mind.

He hurriedly glanced at Han Chen, Han Chen understood that the "Ink Bamboo Picture" in front of him made him have the same grotesque thoughts.

After walking out of the company, Han Chen hurriedly called home to make sure that the original "Ink Bamboo Picture" was still lying in the safe at home.

Han Chen stood in place, his mind blank.

Really at home, there, what's that?

The arrogance just now is gone at this time, but there is a strong sense of powerlessness.

He was ready to attack, but he punched the cotton, and that feeling made him uncomfortable to death.

When he returned to the office and handed his grandfather a look, Han Chen stood aside in despair.

Han Sanqian's pupils constricted, his heart beat wildly, and looking at Jiang Chen's eyes, this moment turned into an indescribable shock.

"Mr. Jiang......"

Han Sanqian hugged Jiang Chen, and the change of title proved that he had put Jiang Chen on an equal footing with himself.

As a master of Chinese painting, he only holds his identity in front of those sycophants, but on the road of painting, he has always adhered to the master as a teacher.

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at Han Sanqian with a smile: "Old Han, please speak." ”

"To confuse the real with the fake is to overshadow the title of the old master of Chinese painting."

Han Sanqian smiled bitterly, a little depressed, "The old man has studied painting all his life, and he has reached the top of the master's position, but after all, he is sitting in the well and watching the sky, Mr. Jiang is young, and his painting attainments make the old man admire, if he doesn't know that the real work is safe and sound at home, the old man will definitely think that this is the real work of Zheng Gong." ”

After a pause, Han Sanqian clasped his fists with both hands: "Lao Yu came to Jiangbei, there is really a personal exhibition tomorrow, and Lao Yu sincerely invites Mr. Jiang to go." ”

"Not interested." Jiang Chen simply spoke, and turned to look at Han Chen, who was lost in his soul, "You kicked the door of my company and lost money." ”

The abrupt scene made Han Sanqian and Han Chen stunned at the same time.

Chen Simin's delicate body trembled, and finally couldn't help but remind: "Boss, Han Lao is inviting you to participate in his art exhibition." ”

To be personally invited by a master of Chinese painting, how many people dream of this but can't get it?

The boss sent him away with a sentence of "no interest", and he couldn't let him be so willful.

"If Mr. Jiang goes, the old man is willing to accept Mr. Jiang's promise." Han Sanqian stood up solemnly.

Han Chen's body was shocked, dumbfounded, grandpa's Yinuo, if he asks for a painting, it will be worth tens of millions!

"If I have time, I'll go." Jiang Chen nodded.

Han Sanqian smiled happily and looked at the "Ink Bamboo Picture" on the table: "Can Mr. Jiang give this painting to the old man?" ”

Jiang Chen nodded, the paintings he painted in an hour were of little value to him.

An episode, and that's the end.

When he got off work in the evening, Jiang Chen took Mu Qing'er home as usual.

Once inside, the living room was brightly lit.

The mother-in-law was not at home, and the father-in-law was sitting on the sofa, rubbing his eyes and right cheek with an egg wrapped in a cloth.

His eyes were bruised, and the right side of his face was red and swollen, and he gasped in pain while rubbing it.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Mu Qing'er was frightened.

Mu Guohua was startled, and instinctively wanted to cover the wound on his face: "You, why did you come back suddenly?" ”

At this moment, Sister Lan walked out of the room with two eggs, and when she saw Jiang Chen and Mu Qing'er, she breathed a sigh of relief: "You guys are finally back, and my uncle was beaten." ”

"Who hit it?" Jiang Chen's face was gloomy, and his voice was cold.

Sister Lan sighed, she is not suitable to participate in such a thing.

Jiang Chen looked at his father-in-law, and Mu Qing'er asked: "Dad, tell me quickly, who beat you?" ”

Mu Guohua hesitated for a moment and sighed: "You third uncle." ”