Because of last night's incident, Long Xiaoyu and Mu Guohua had a collapsed face early in the morning, and their eyes were gloomy.

I can't wait to kill Jiang Chen alive.

Their family grew up slowly by relying on Uncle Mu's care, and if they don't apologize, let Uncle Mu expel their family from the family tree.

After that, they parted ways completely.

Without the backer of the Mu family, in the hearts of the two, it is simply a catastrophe.

Jiang Chen and Mu Qing'er ignored the faces of the second elder, hastily ate some dinner made by Sister Lan, and went out to work.

"Dead waste, Qing'er is all because of him, and his attitude towards us is getting worse and worse."

Long Xiaoyu gritted her teeth, although Mu Qing'er couldn't obey her before, she would not wantonly contradict her.

Such resentment, she naturally sprinkled it on Jiang Chen.

"Don't be in a hurry to get angry first, let's think about what to do with the eldest brother and the third brother." Mu Guohua sighed, worried.

His nest and uselessness made him rely on his eldest brother for almost half his life, and now he may lose his qualification in the Mu family, why is he not worried?

"Dead useless things, this is your Mu family's business, you can figure it out yourself."

Long Xiaoyu saw Mu Guohua's nest, and he was angry, got up and said: "I'm annoyed to death, I went out to play mahjong, and I won't come back to eat at noon." ”

Mu Guohua watched Long Xiaoyu leave, hesitated, and got up and went out.

Jiang Chen and Mu Qing'er didn't know all this.

After sending Mu Qing'er to the company to work, he arrived at the company.

Not far from the company, two figures stopped.

"Grandpa, it's the one in the Beria exhibition hall." The young man looked at the company in surprise: "He's delivering takeaways?" ”

The old man Han Sanqian was also stunned, and he could tell at a glance that the young man he copied Zheng Banqiao's paintings was actually just a takeaway?

This made him a little incredulous.

But, immediately, he stroked his beard lightly and smiled slightly: "Da is hidden in the world, this son is wonderful." ”

The young man snorted the corners of his mouth: "Grandpa, don't you think he is dressed very ordinary?" Maybe it's not hidden in the world, but it's really forced by life to deliver takeaways. ”

The corners of Han Sanqian's mouth trembled, and he glanced at the young man: "You can see it clearly." ”

As he spoke, he walked on the dragon's head and strode towards the company.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?" The young man hurried to follow.

"Fate is wonderful." Han Sanqian smiled indifferently, "Since we met, we have to talk." ”

Since he told Mu Qing'er that he was a shareholder of the company, Jiang Chen no longer delivered takeaways.

This made the colleagues who used to joke with him so shocked that their jaws almost fell to the ground, dare to love himself and his boss for delivering takeaway for so long and blowing cowhide for so long?

But Chen Simin finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the boss's hobbies were finally normal.

That's right, how can you be a boss who rides a small electric donkey all over the street every day, and stays in the company to drink tea, salted fish, salted fish, and is a serious boss.

Jiang Chen entered the company and looked at yesterday's report with Chen Simin.

Although I don't know what Chen Simin thinks about him, since he has chosen this industry, he has to do it for the better, the acquisition of the company and the drainage war, more than 20 million before and after, he can't bear to lose it in vain.

Besides, I have to rely on this takeaway company to reveal my identity to my wife little by little.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Jiang Chen looked up and saw an old man and a young man walking in.

The old man was dressed in a white robe and Tang costume, holding a dragon head crutch, white beard and white hair, extraordinary temperament, and a smile at the corner of his mouth.

The young man is about twenty years old, and his face still has some childishness, but his eyes are full of essence and cleverness.

He hesitated: "You guys, what's the matter?" ”

An old man and a young man are obviously not here to apply for a delivery man, after all, the old one can't ride a small electric donkey, and the small one doesn't look bad for money.

"Little friend, can you talk to one or two?" Han Sanqian hugged his fist at Jiang Chen, with a warm smile on his face.

"Sister Chen, make tea."

Jiang Chen looked at the thick report in his hand, and said helplessly to the two, "Can you wait for a while?" May I finish what I'm doing? ”

The young man suddenly frowned, grandpa is a well-known master of Chinese painting at home and abroad, even if it is a wealthy nobleman, he is also a guest at home, and this kid only has a few words, so let grandpa wait?

It's so disrespectful!

Han Sanqian had expected it, grabbed in front of the young man, hugged his fists and smiled: "Xiaoyou is young, but he created his own family business, it is really powerful, old and bothered, waiting by the side." ”

The young man looked at his grandfather in surprise, when did he become so good at talking?

Jiang Chen smiled indifferently and handled the documents by himself.

Chen Simin was full of doubts, her red lips were clenched and she wanted to speak, Jiang Chen spoke, and she could only do it.

The tea was brewed, Han Sanqian tasted it, and smiled indifferently: "High-grade green tea before the Ming Dynasty, Xiaoyou is generous." ”

"The old gentleman has an overreputation, it's just a thin tea and little water." Jiang Chen didn't raise his head.

Han Sanqian smiled and nodded to Jiang Chen unabashedly.

He and his grandson came to the door by themselves and entered the office, which was already rude, but Jiang Chen was a good tea reception, which was not insignificant.

Time passes slowly.

Jiang Chen and Chen Simin quietly processed the documents, which needed to be approved as soon as possible.

For such a large company, if the documents are not processed in a timely manner, many things will have to be delayed, not to mention that when the company is rising, it cannot be delayed.

Han Sanqian tasted tea by himself, not in a hurry.

However, the young man's temperament is a little worse, and he is a little impatient: "When will you finish dealing with it?" Isn't it perfunctory to make us wait? ”

"Chen'er shut up!" Han Sanqian's expression was solemn and he scolded sharply.

Jiang Chen and Chen Simin also frowned at the same time and raised their heads.

"Grandpa, I can't bear it, a master like you has never been snubbed like this."

The young man couldn't bear it, and under his grandfather's anger, he said: "Those wealthy nobles treat you as a guest of honor, and they are courteous, what is he compared to those wealthy nobles?" Actually made you wait so long. ”

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, interested in this grandfather and grandson.

Put down the Chinese piece in his hand and said with a smile: "Dare to ask the old gentleman's name?" ”

Han Sanqian suppressed his anger towards his grandson, and smiled and clenched his fists: "Old Han Sanqian!" ”

"Han Sanqian?"

Three simple words, but like thunder, thunder thundered in Chen Simin's ears.

Beautiful eyes were round, and red lips were wide open: "You, you are Han Sanqian, a master of Chinese painting?" ”

Although the master of Chinese painting is not as well-known as the richest man, if he has a little knowledge of painting and calligraphy, he will never be unfamiliar with the name "Han Sanqian".

Chen Simin also paints in his spare time, and he is even more familiar with the name of Han Sanqian.

Facing Chen Simin's exclamation, Han Sanqian smiled and nodded.

The young man also frowned, yes, this is the treatment of my grandfather!

"Who is Han Sanqian?"

An inopportune voice made the atmosphere instantly awkward.

Both grandparents and grandchildren were stunned.

Chen Simin said in disbelief: "Boss, don't you know the master of Chinese painting, Han Sanqian? ”

Jiang Chen shook his head, in the past three years, he has been washing and cooking with firewood, rice, oil, salt, etc., how can he care about anything else?

The world is big, how can you have your own wife?

Oh, my God!

Chen Simin set off a huge wave in his heart, and he couldn't believe that Jiang Chen didn't know Han Sanqian's name, and hurriedly explained: "Han Lao is a master of China's painting industry today, famous at home and abroad, and a well-deserved master of Chinese painting. ”

Saying that, she also specially nodded to Han Sanqian and apologized: "I'm sorry Han Lao, forgive me for being a little presumptuous in my next words." ”

After getting Han Sanqian's nod, she turned her head to Jiang Chen and said, "Han Lao's paintings, now auctioned at Sotheby's, can already reach 10 million!" ”

A painting in the millions?

Jiang Chen smashed his mouth, obviously startled.

Han Sanqian always smiled, although it was too cheesy to measure his paintings in terms of money in person, but it was also the most intuitive cognition of the little friend in front of him.

The young man raised his head even more arrogantly, and his chin was directed at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen rubbed his chin, his eyes were deep, and he thought about it.

In the room, silence can listen to the needle.

Seeing Jiang Chen pondering, Chen Simin didn't dare to stand stupidly, and hurriedly stepped forward to entertain Han Sanqian's grandson.

I didn't know the identities of my grandfather and grandson just now, but now I know, such a master-level visit is simply a blessing for three lives, and I can't slack off.

However, Chen Simin just picked up the teapot.

"Sister Chen, hurry up and pour tea, there are still so many documents to deal with."

Jiang Chen suddenly shouted, showing a harmless and kind smile: "Master, please wait a moment, let me finish handling the takeaway matter, and then we will talk." ”