Zhang Lao looked at the teacup and looked at it half-widely, "Who are you?" Where do you have to speak here? ”

Several other people also responded, "yes, where did you get this hairy boy from?" ”

"Everyone, everyone." Boss Duan stood up before Yang Jing could speak, "This is my little friend, I specially invited him to come over today to help me look at the painting together." ”

"He? Just him? ”

"Old Duan, you have become more and more confused in the past few years, and you are getting more and more old and dizzy! Anyone will be brought to the back hall, and they are not afraid of attracting thieves into the house! Zhang Lao put down the teacup and said with a straight face.

Mr. Zhang has been running a private school for eight or nine years, and now he has developed a temper that teaches everyone as his student, which is really a headache.

If it weren't for today's stubble, Boss Duan wouldn't have demolished his platform in person, but when I saw that Yang Jing was such a gentle and shy little boy, he was insulted like this.

Boss Duan was angry for no reason, and said to Zhang Lao: "What you said is really substandard, I think if I hadn't recommended you to Shiro back then, you would have been able to have today's scenery, Zhang Lao, now you are mixed up as a person, but I have degraded the little old man to worthless, hehe." ”

"Alas, Lao Duan, you will repay my kindness in the future, isn't this a matter of matter today? Why are you still talking about the past! Zhang Lao stood up and walked over, and threw a contemptuous look at Yang Jing, "Okay, okay, no matter what the identity of this kid is today, we will no longer laugh at him for being cheap." ”

Boss Duan's complexion improved, but when he saw that Yang Jing didn't say a word for a long time, he was a little apprehensive in his heart.

He turned around and said, "Little boy, it's the little old man, I can't stand you, I have to apologize to you for today's incident." ”

Yang Jing smiled lightly and held Boss Duan's bent body, "Boss Duan, you don't have to be like this, it's just a little foul language left and right, it's okay, it's just this painting, I advise you to find a real expert to taste and taste it well, so as not to regret it in the future." With that, she nodded to a few people in the hall, and turned away calmly.

"Hey, what do you mean by this stinky boy?"

Zhang Lao shook his sleeves and twisted his head, "I really don't know what to say!" At a young age, he even turned around and scolded people! If there are people in this Liuzhou City who know more about painting than our three elders in Liuzhou, I will ...... today."

Hearing this, Yang Jing suddenly turned her head and looked at the angry Zhang Lao, "Zhang Lao, don't gamble casually, right?" In the past, I heard that you gambled with a woman, and almost lost Shiro to others, and now you want to be angry with such a mere erection as me, is it possible that you still want to lose the private school at home? ”

The private school is the lifeblood of Zhang Lao, and it is naturally impossible for him to gamble with this thing.

But Yang Jing's words just stimulated Zhang Lao's competitiveness and jealousy, and the matter of Jufulou that day became more and more unusual, almost ruining the reputation of his generation of virtuous teachers, although the people present occasionally heard about it, but they also did not know the specific matters.

was pierced by her so directly today, Zhang Lao suddenly lost face and gritted his teeth.

"Hugh is talking nonsense!" Zhang Lao was pulled by Boss Duan, "Zhang Lao, this matter is not that Xiao Lao'er is biased in favor of Xiao Gongzi, it is really you who are waiting for the first thing and hurting people before you exit, how can you be embarrassed to embarrass him again!" ”

Boss Duan gave Yang Jing a look, "Son, it's not a coincidence, I'll personally come to apologize to Old Duan another day!" ”

Yang Jing knew that Duan Li was driving her away in disguise, and didn't want her to continue to stay and clash with Zhang Lao, who was very prestigious in Liuzhou City.

But she couldn't swallow it.

Especially in front of this dog-eyed and lonely person, she doesn't want to regress, and she doesn't want to regress.

She went and returned, came to Zhang Lao and the others, and pointed to the portrait on the table.

"I'll just ask a question, and I'll leave." She paused, then said, "Dare to ask a few people, why is the paper of this painting so thin?" ”

Zhang Lao and the others glanced at each other with contempt.

"Say you don't know what to say, you really can't hold up the wall in the mud." Zhang Lao broke free from Boss Duan's obstruction, walked to the front of the painting and stood in opposition to the Yang family, "Today, I will let you see and see, what is a painting!" ”

Zhang Lao copied the painting with one hand, and then asked people to find a layer of drawing paper with a similar degree of thinness, and placed the painting at the bottom layer, on which three layers of painting paper were placed.

Picking up the pen, in less than a cup of tea, he had copied half of the landscape painting at the bottom that vaguely revealed a bit of painting.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

"It's worthy of Zhang Lao, I haven't seen you lift a pen for a few years, and I can't imagine that my painting skills have not been retreated at all, haha!"

The unanimous praise made Zhang Lao's expression more and more confident.

It didn't take long for the composition on the rice paper to have seven or eight points, although it was still a little inferior compared to the fineness of the "fake" at the bottom, but the victory was short enough and the pen was fast enough, so it was quite understandable.

Not long after, Zhang Lao snorted coldly, and then put down the pen.

"How? Now you should know why we think this painting is a fake, right? ”

Yang Jing shook her head, "Kid doesn't know." ”

"I don't know? Ha ha! Someone was laughing.

Zhang Lao also smiled, "That's it, what do I have to do with you, an ignorant child, rotten wood can't be carved!" ”

Seeing that Zhang Lao was about to walk away with the painting he had just copied, Yang Jing took a few steps forward, picked up the painting that he pressed at the bottom, and pointed to the seal in the lower right corner.

asked loudly: "Shiro is a student of Mr. Zhang, his seal, Mr. Zhang should not admit mistakes, right?" ”

As soon as Shiro came out, the footsteps of the two people who had just entered the door also followed.

Jiang Lian glanced at the empty store, and found that the little guys in the store were all crowded outside the inner hall to watch the excitement, talking and laughing.

"Childe, Boss Duan doesn't seem to be there."

Jiang Qiubai walked towards the back hall, Jiang Lian saw this and followed, so he asked uncertainly, "Son, what are you laughing at?" Why is Childe so smiling lately? Could it be that something good has not happened? ”

Jiang Qiubai shook his fan and nodded his lips, and the surprised little guys on the side pushed away one after another, and went to perform their duties.

He walked into the back hall.

happened to hear Yang Jing saying, "I wonder if the three of you have ever heard of framing paintings?" ”

Legend has it that when painting Saint Bai Rongzi, because he was afraid that his paintings would not be passed down to the world, he liked to paint two or three identical paintings at a time, one for people to play, and the other for convenient circulation. Over time, the painting saint is also accustomed to copying his own paintings, but suddenly one day, a little monk came from outside the door, he said that Bai Rongzi's paintings are one good, two works and three works are even more meaningless, Bai Rongzi is very sad after hearing it, so he teamed up with this little monk to come up with a solution. ”

"A way to protect both the painting and the product."

"That's framed."