"The second child of the Xiang family...... Let me ask you something, your brother's son-in-law we all met just now. Which family is the disciple of the family, tell us about it."

"That's right, driving a luxury car of millions and two Chinese cigarettes in your hand, you can't look at it, it's not an ordinary person, is it from those big families in Jincheng?"

Seeing Xiang Hao get out of the car, someone immediately surrounded him and asked.

"Hmph, everyone has been deceived by them, son of a bullshit family. That Xu Dashan is completely swollen and fat, and the Hummer is borrowed from someone else," Xiang Hao replied with a disdainful face.

"It's really fake, it doesn't look like it, you won't talk nonsense, right?" said a skeptical villager.

As a neighbor in the same village, he naturally knew that the eldest and second eldest of the Xiang family had bad tempers. Xiang Hao is likely to be red-eyed and speak ill of his brother behind his back.

"What are you lying to you, we just came back from the old family in the county, and his house is still an old community built in the nineties, and it is in tatters, and there is no natural gas, and gas is burned every day...... If his son-in-law really wants to be powerful and powerful, will he let his father-in-law's family live in such a broken situation?" the middle-aged woman spoke, her words full of disdain.

"I see......

"Feelings are the light outside the donkey dung eggs"

After listening, many villagers whispered.

Qian Zhiqiang played golf with a few friends in the morning, and he didn't have his mobile phone with him. During the break, he sat in a chair and looked through his phone, and suddenly found a missed call, plus a text message.

I look at the number and do not recognize it.

Looking at the content of the text message again, Qian Zhiqiang sat up from the chair and prepared to call back. After thinking about it, he gave up again and called his grandfather.

Mr. Xiang has two sons and a daughter, both of the Xiang Hao brothers are begging for a living outside, and their daughter is married in a nearby town. The old man was reluctant to live in the city, so he usually had his daughter to take care of him.

Aunt Xiang Fei didn't look at the eldest brother's family differently, and happily talked to them.

Soon, relatives and friends arrived.

Aunt Xiang Fei had already found a photographer, and then the family gathered in the courtyard to take family photos.

After taking the photo, Xiang Hao suddenly said: "Xiao Wu, didn't you prepare a birthday gift for grandpa, hurry up and take it out"

"Yes, grandpa, I almost forgot, the birthday gift is still in the car, I'll go get it" Wu Jun replied with a pat on the head.

In fact, this birthday gift was supposed to be taken out when I first came, but no one knew about it in private. In front of everyone, you can show your identity and status.

"Grandpa, I know that your old man likes to play Go, so I asked a jade master to make a pair of jade chess pieces. A gentleman is like jade, and you can use it to play chess to cultivate your body and mind. Wu Jun said boastfully.

In the end, it comes out of a big company, and it talks one thing at a time. Xu Dashan saw clearly with his perspective that the so-called jade chess pieces in the box were just the most ordinary miscellaneous jade, and they didn't have any aura.

Wu Jun was either cheated or bought a bargain.

"Okay, good boy" Old Man Xiang patted the other party on the shoulder and put the jade Go on the table.

"Dad, don't you know yet, this pair of jade Go Xiao Wu spent 100,000 yuan to buy it from Longgang. Xiang Hao said proudly again.

"100,000 yuan, my God, is worth two years of harvest in the countryside. ”

"Tut, it's so expensive, the second son-in-law of the Xiang family is right, it's really rich......"

Many relatives and neighbors who watched the excitement praised one after another.

Hearing this voice, Xiang Hao's family was even more proud.

The middle-aged woman glanced at the old man next to her, and said mockingly: "Xiaofei, the old man has a birthday, you and your boyfriend won't have no gifts, right?"

Xiang's mother's face changed, and she forgot to ask her daughter on the way...... If you're prepared, you'll definitely take it out when you get off the bus just now.

Thinking of this, Xiang's mother planned to speak out, saying that the gift was forgotten in the county. It's a big deal to let Xu Dashan drive back and take out the tea that he gave to Xiang's father a few days ago.

Thousands of pounds of tea are not ashamed to take them out as a birthday gift.

Before she could speak, Xiang Fei had already responded: "Auntie is joking, grandpa's eightieth birthday, how can we not prepare a birthday gift...... I also have a ...... in the car."

Mr. Qishan's authentic handiwork is extremely precious, worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, she didn't intend to cause a sensation, and originally prepared to give it to the old man quietly after the birthday banquet.

Now that I was forced to ask by my uncle's family, I could only take it out in advance.

"Grandpa, I know you like calligraphy and painting. This is the work of Mr. Kiyama, which I bought with Dashan at the antique market some time ago. I wish you happiness like the East China Sea, and longevity than Nanshan. ”

Mr. Kiyama's work...... Hearing this, Old Man Xiang immediately showed a little excitement on his face, and hurriedly took it.

What the...... How could they possibly buy Qishan's paintings!

Hearing this, everyone in the courtyard stretched their necks to see it.

Mr. Qishan is a master of painting, and many people present have heard this name.

Old Man Xiang opened the scroll and couldn't help nodding, his face showing an obsessive color.

On the contrary, the faces of Xiang Hao's family changed again, and they didn't believe that Xu Dashan actually found a painting of Mr. Qishan and gave it to the old man.

"Dad, grandpa, you must have been deceived by him, Mr. Qishan didn't have many paintings during his lifetime, so the price of the most common painting is four or five hundred thousand, and even millions of fine works...... At present, his works are on the rise, and there is a lot of room for appreciation, and most of them are held up by domestic collectors and reluctant to sell.

How can you buy it in the antique market, this pair must be a fake!"

"That's right, young man, it's okay if you love vanity and borrow someone else's luxury car to drive, but you have to be a real person, and you shouldn't coax the old man with a fake. Dad, don't be deceived by him!" The middle-aged woman snorted coldly and said sharply.

Fake...... Mr. Xiang looked at this painting very much like Mr. Qishan's style. However, as soon as he was said, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

As for the rest of the people in the hospital, their faces were full of suspicion.

Xiang's father and mother didn't believe that their daughter would deliberately use fake paintings to make the old man happy, at most, she couldn't see home and was deceived by others.

"You say it's a fake, what's the basis?!" Xu Dashan said with a calm expression.

"Basis...... It seems that young people, you don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin. Mr. Lu, please give me a palm and see if this painting is fake?" Xiang Hao shouted at a middle-aged man with glasses in the crowd.

Mr. Xiang was the principal of a middle school before he retired, and he was full of peach and plum in the world. On this 80th anniversary, many students made a special trip from other places.

The middle-aged man is one of them, named Lu Minghai, who works in the Municipal Cultural Palace and usually likes calligraphy and painting.

"This ...... Okay" Lu Minghai excused himself, took the scroll under the gaze of everyone, and looked at it carefully.

After a few minutes, he spoke: "At first glance, this painting is very similar to Mr. Qishan's style, but the style of painting is rough, and there are a few places where it is obvious that the brushwork of other schools of painting...... Most likely a fake. However, I have not studied Mr. Qishan's works deeply, and the appraisal results can only be used as a reference. ”

"See no...... I'm not wrong, take a fake painting to deceive the old man, what are your intentions!" Wu Jun shouted, automatically ignoring the other party's last sentence.

"Hurry up and burn this painting in the stove, our Xiang family can't afford to lose this person. Xiang Ling shouted loudly and reached for the scroll.

"Slow," Xiang Fei was afraid that the other party would destroy the painting, so he hurriedly stopped: "Uncle Lu, take a closer look, this is really Mr. Qishan's early works." ”

(End of chapter)