The three of them were stunned for a moment, and dared to talk for a long time, but it was useless?

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, bowed his head and continued to get busy.

He has seen a lot of masters, masters like Zheng Banqiao have been appointed by him, and thousands of years ago, he will meet the masters who have crossed the river.

Chen Simin pursed his lips with red lips and complicated eyes, and he really wanted to remind Jiang Chen that this Han Sanqian in front of him was really a master.

But after thinking about it, he obediently walked to Jiang Chen's side and assisted Jiang Chen in handling the documents.

Han Sanqian's identity, she introduced it clearly enough, if Jiang Chen still treated it calmly, she said that no matter how much she said, it would be useless.

"You ......"

The young man furrowed his brows, anger surging.

"Chen'er, don't be rude."

Han Sanqian raised his hand to stop him, staring at Jiang Chen with deep eyes, and nodded with a smile.

In the office, silence is restored again.

It was as if Han Sanqian's identity just now was not revealed at all.

The young man was waiting for a white face, he followed his grandfather, and he had never tried this kind of hot face and cold ass.

In the past, such treatment was reversed.

If it weren't for his grandfather to stop him, he would have to teach Jiang Chen a lesson.

A takeaway company, my grandfather can compare to a few paintings, you actually throw your face?

Finally, all the documents have been processed.

Putting down the pen in his hand, Jiang Chen smiled apologetically at Han Sanqian and said, "Old Han I'm sorry, these documents must be put down immediately, so there is no delay." ”

"It's okay, the cause is the most important." Han Sanqian nodded and smiled, not angry at what happened just now.

On the contrary, it is rare for a low-key and introverted young man to be able to regard him as an ordinary person.

Over the years, his reputation has gradually risen, and he is a guest wherever he goes, enjoying the sycophancy sought after by everyone, but it is rare to have this scene.

"I don't know if Han Lao came to visit, what's the matter?" Jiang Chen was a little curious, and in his impression, it seemed that he had never seen Han Sanqian at all.

A dignified master of Chinese painting, it is impossible for him to meet the occasions he usually goes in and out.

"Berkeley Showroom." The young man said coldly.

Han Sanqian smiled: "In the Berkeley exhibition hall, Lao Yu and Xiao Yu have a relationship, and Xiao Yu can identify Zheng Gong's "Ink and Bamboo Map" copied by Lao Yu at a glance, which really impresses Lao Yu. ”

"Today is really a chance encounter, just old man and grandson saw Xiaoyou, so they deliberately bothered to visit."

Jiang Chen suddenly smiled dumbly.

The Berkeley exhibition hall just muttered a few random sentences, completely unexpectedly to be noticed by this master of Chinese painting.

Chen Simin's beautiful eyes flashed on the side, and he looked at Jiang Chen in surprise.

How can the boss still have this talent?

"Xiaoyou can tell at a glance that the "Ink Bamboo Picture" is a copy of the work, and he must also have attainments in painting."

Han Sanqian put his hands on the dragon's head crutch, full of momentum, and a smile on the corner of his mouth: "The old man dared to ask, how did Xiaoyou see that "Ink Bamboo Picture" was a copy at that time? ”

This is where he has always wondered, with his Chinese painting attainments, copying "Ink and Bamboo Pictures" is already a sure thing, even if he personally teaches his grandson, he has to read it three times before he finds the clue.

You know, your grandson knows his own painting style, and he realizes it.

If he is a different person, even if it is a master of the same level, he is sure that the other party will not be able to see the truth three times.

"Do you really want to say?" Jiang Chen's expression became embarrassed.

"But it doesn't hurt to say it." Han Sanqian Dao.

Jiang Chen rubbed his hands: "It's really not okay?" ”

Han Sanqian raised his gray eyebrows: "What is the restraint of Xiaoyou?" Outspoken, the old man sincerely solves his doubts. ”

As long as you know your own shortcomings and further improve, this is the foundation of pursuing the pinnacle of painting.

Han Sanqian met Jiang Chen and could distinguish the authenticity of the painting at a glance, and it was impossible to let go of this opportunity to find the shortcomings of his paintings.

The young man and Chen Simin watched the two shirk each other, speechless for a while.

In a word, as for this?

"I'm afraid you can't stand it." Jiang Chen was still a little reluctant.

"Hahaha...... The old man has been 80 years old, and he has seen the wind and waves, so why not be afraid of a few words? Han Sanqian picked up the teacup and took a sip freely.

Jiang Chen nodded and said, "Oh, it's your painting that is too fake, you can see it at a glance." ”

"Poof!"

Han Sanqian squirted out the tea in his mouth, his face flushed, and he was dumbfounded.

The young man and Chen Simin were also stunned at the same time.

The copy of the master of Chinese painting, is it too fake?

Where did you put the face of the master of Chinese painting?

"What do you mean? My grandfather sincerely asked, you are pretending to be a wolf with a big tail, and even if it is a master of the same level as my grandfather, you have to distinguish it carefully and carefully refine it. ”

The young man complained about his grandfather, a dignified master of Chinese painting, it is impossible to be slapped in the face like this: "You are so young, and your Chinese painting attainments are as deep as my grandfather's?" The ignorant are arrogant! Even if you can really tell it, you don't know it at a glance, you don't know how to count etiquette! ”

After scolding, the young man helped Han Sanqian up: "Grandpa, let's go, and this kind of arrogant person, there is nothing to say." ”

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Chen Simin is also in a hurry, and the boss is doing too much.

Don't you have such contempt for the masters of Chinese painting, right?

"Han is old and slow."

Jiang Chen got up and said with a light smile: "It's not a secret, the younger generation has Zheng Gong's real "Ink and Bamboo Picture", it is precisely because of watching day and night, carefully tasting, and knowing everything about the painting, so it can be distinguished at a glance." ”

Han Sanqian's body was shocked, his face turned red, and his eyes bloomed: "What Xiaoyou said is true? ”

"Grandpa, how could he have "Ink Bamboo Map"? It's clearly bragging! ”

The young man's face was full of disdain, and he mocked: "Isn't it when we are stupid? The real "Ink and Bamboo Drawing" ......"

"Chen'er, don't be rude!" Han Sanqian stopped the young man.

"Antiques, real and fake, who can really tell the difference?"

Jiang Chen smiled meaningfully: "If the two don't believe it, give the junior an hour, and the junior will go home and fetch it." ”

Han Sanqian smiled strangely and nodded: "In that case, then the old man will come back in an hour." ”

After the grandfather and grandson left, Chen Simin suddenly woke up: "Boss, do you really have Zheng Banqiao's "Ink and Bamboo Picture"? ”

"Nope." Jiang Chen shook his head.

Chen Simin suddenly sat on the wax: "You didn't, why do you still say that?" An hour later, Han Lao and the others came, what to show them? ”

"The old man is interesting, play with him, there is no real "Ink and Bamboo Picture", I can draw it myself, Sister Chen will help me buy paper and ink." Jiang Chen smiled confidently, "It's been a long time since I've been writing and splashing ink, and I don't know if the craftsmanship is rusty." ”

Syllable!

Chen Simin slapped his head, like being struck by lightning.

Is the boss crazy?

Do you play like this with a master of Chinese painting?

In a black Mercedes-Benz not far from the company, the young man sat in the co-pilot angrily and looked back at his grandfather: "Grandpa, the real "Mozhutu" is in our house, you know that he is lying, why do you still follow his words?" ”

Han Sanqian smiled and patted the driver's seat: "Let's drive, come back in an hour." ”

"Grandpa, why haven't you said why?" The young man was anxious, and the real "Ink and Bamboo Drawing" was collected in his home, even if it was the one in the museum, it was just a copy of his grandfather's work.

That "Ink Bamboo Drawing" is a conclusion reached after the joint appraisal of many related industries.

Since it was really in his own hands, what Jiang Chen took out was definitely fake!

"Little friends are interesting, have fun."

Han Sanqian's eyes shone brightly: "He refuted the old man's words, knowing that the old man was not convinced, and deliberately said this because he wanted to make the old man convinced by copying his work." ”

"How is this possible?" The young man's face changed drastically, "Which onion and garlic is he?" Grandpa can't do it to the point of being fake, how can he do it? ”

"So, I'm curious, too." Han Sanqian laughed.

Chen Simin quickly bought back the paper and ink, and when he returned to the office, he applied for Jiang Chen's grinding and laying paper.

Using fake paintings to fool the Chinese painting master Han Sanqian is already a big disrespect.

The boss temporarily crammed and painted fake paintings to fool the Chinese painting master Han Sanqian, this is Chiguoguo's master is not a master.

"Boss, why don't you ......" Chen Simin hesitated, but still spoke.

"Sister Chen, you go out first, I can't be distracted."

Jiang Chen interrupted Chen Simin's words, staring at the drawing paper with a focused expression, pinching his chin with his right hand, thinking about every detail of "Ink Bamboo Drawing".

Chen Simin sighed helplessly and turned to leave.

The boss is really crazy, playing with a big knife in front of Guan Gong, and committing suicide in front of the king of Hades.