The young men beside the bald man opened their mouths to echo when they heard his words.

"That's it, such a small restaurant, what kind of good paintings can be produced! Can these paintings be called works of art? ”

"If nothing else, my handwriting is better than these calligraphy."

The middle-aged bald man frowned when he heard this, and knocked on the young man's head.

The young man laughed twice: "Even if I can't compare, the calligraphy written by my teacher must be a hundred times better than here." ”

"A thousand times!"

"Ten thousand times!"

Xiao Ci looked at these young people who were sloppy and patted horses, and he was very disgusted. And of course, the bald man.

Just now, Xiao Ci had already asked the elf to prove that the calligraphy of these paintings was genuine.

At that time, Xiao Ci was also shocked when he heard it, these artworks that were originally intended to be treasured in the museum were actually hung on the wall as decorations! It's a terrible thing! But the signboard here is the word "Queen of Heaven", and the employees are still immortals.... Thinking about it this way, it is not unacceptable.

But the words of Bald Nan and his students are too ridiculous.

The works of Chinese calligraphers and paintings can't be called works of art?

Bald Nan's calligraphy is a hundred times better than Wang Xizhi's, a thousand times and a thousand times?

Such ignorant and arrogant people are really ridiculous.

Fortunately, the old man was not angered by the bald man and the others, and only waited quietly for Xiao Ci's answer.

Xiao Ci said: "The paintings in the store are all gifts from the elders of the family, and I don't know where to buy them. ”

Bo Zhongming was stunned for a moment, and then said with relief: "Yes, where can such an extraordinary work be bought in the market." It's my delusion. ”

He found a table and sat down: "Order food here." ”

Bai Suzhen sent a menu to Bo Zhongming's table.

The menu is made of bamboo slips, a dark green scroll, with some cold bamboo fragrance and a faint ink fragrance.

This menu is a novelty.

Bo Zhongming unfolded the bamboo slip and was stunned when he saw the handwriting on it, which was exactly the same as the words on the signboard.

"This word... Dare to ask the boss from whose hand this word comes from? ”

"It's also an elder in the family."

Xiao Ci and Bo Zhongming asked and answered, completely leaving the bald man and the others aside.

This made the bald man very dissatisfied.

He winked at the students beside him.

The student sarcastically said, "I said boss, you don't pay attention to this old man." He was obviously well fed and had nothing to do. After speaking, he looked at Bo Zhongming and said, "Uncle, you haven't studied for a few years, have you?" That's why it's so much of a fuss to see this. Just such a word on the bamboo slip, it is not a demeanor, and you can do whatever you want. Pull a random person on the street and write. ”

Xiao Ci: ??? You and your teacher are not mentally retarded!

Meng Jiangnu and Bai Suzhen lowered their heads and smiled: Hey, someone has a catastrophe and doesn't know it.

Bo Zhongming was even more angry: "Nonsense! This word is like a shocking dragon! It is obviously a masterpiece of calligraphy. How did it get into your mouth and become a rotten street work! ”

When the young man saw the old man raising the bar, his heart was even more proud.

"Do you know who my teacher is? My teacher is an academician of the Chinese Academy of Culture! He said that this painting is not good, but it is not good! He said that this word rotten street is rotten street! Why, I'm not convinced. Unconvinced! ”

Seeing the student revealing his identity, the bald man was not the slightest dissatisfied, but smiled and picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The young man continued, "But if you really want some art, old man, you can ask my master. Let him sell you some, you must know that my master's works are hard to find, and no matter how many people queue up, they can't buy them! ”

Bo Zhongming took the case: "Academician of the Cultural Research Institute? What kind of academician is he, and I, the dean, don't even know anything? ”

Dean?

The bald man's hand paused slightly, and the young people were also the slightest flustered.

Bo Zhongming said angrily: "In these days, liars have to pretend to be culture, and they are really shameless to deceive with the title of academician of our academy!" ”

"What's more, all the paintings and calligraphy here are rare artistic treasures, and they are so belittled by you. It's really a dog can't spit ivory out of his mouth! ”

"Look at what, look!" Bo Zhongming was so angry that he even learned the young man's words, "Why, I don't accept it." Unconvinced! ”