After being busy for several days, He Xiao finally became free.

I was going to go to the courtyard and move the things over there, but just as he wanted to leave, Lu Fangfang found the door.

"He Xiao, someone dragged Aunt Niu to find me and wanted to meet you."

"See me?"

He Xiaole was happy, as soon as he heard Aunt Niu, he knew that the person looking for him must have something to do with those paintings.

It seems that he cut off his beard, and the man was in a hurry.

After thinking for a while, he also wanted to see the person's background, so he said, "If you can see me, let him go to my restaurant to find me in the afternoon." ”

Helping people pass the word, Lu Fangfang doesn't care.

She nodded and went straight down.

Turning her head to look around the living room, she was a little envious in her heart, He Xiao was the same as Han Chunming said, and he was really a big dog.

"Hey, He Xiao, that, I have something, I don't know if I should ask you, about Chunming, does he have a good relationship with the opposite sex?"

After speaking, Lu Fangfang was still a little shy.

"I know what you want to ask, Chunming has a first love, named Su Meng, a normal college student, Chunming is infatuated."

He Xiao smiled and shook his head, if this was an ordinary matter, he wouldn't tell Lu Fangfang.

But forget about Su Meng, Han Chunming had better break up with her earlier.

"Normal University? College students. ”

Lu Fangfang muttered to herself, she was a little overwhelmed.

"Yes, Normal University, no, people have become college students, so they don't look down on Han Chunming."

He Xiao stopped at the point and didn't say anything more.

After Lu Fangfang left, He Xiao got up and went to the study.

Sitting down at his desk, he looked inside.

Now the study has changed a lot, the bookshelves around are full of painting scrolls, in addition, the walls are also full of paintings, which looks particularly literary and artistic.

Looking down at the paintings on the desk, He Xiao felt that he was much more educated than usual.

After a moment of silly amusement, he got up and went to the restaurant.

……

In the afternoon, He Xiao was watching the video in the video hall when he saw Taozi coming over.

"He Xiao, someone is looking for you outside."

"It's finally here."

He Xiao shook his head, turned around and walked out.

When he reached the first floor, Taozi pointed to the window and said, "That person is sitting there." ”

He Xiao squinted his eyes and looked, the person who came was a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing glasses and a suit, looking like a cultural person.

Intrigued, he walked over and sat down across from the man.

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

The middle-aged man nodded, he picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee, and then said:

"I am willing to pay five times more for the paintings you bought from the Foreign Guest Department, what do you think?"

"How? Not so good! ”

He Xiao shook his head, he was not so stupid to sell paintings worth tens of billions in the future.

Not to mention a little five times, ten times he won't sell it.

Glancing at the man, he said curiously, "Introduce yourself, I don't know who you are, it's not fair." ”

The middle-aged man looked at He Xiao and was in a very bad mood.

When he thought of those paintings in the treasury of the Foreign Guest Department, his heart was dripping blood.

Taking a deep breath, he said with a little pride: "Contemptible Xu Wenruo, my father Xu Jinyan, studied under the old man Baishi, before the exercise, the largest painting shop in the capital was opened by my father. ”

"The paintings in your hands are all the works of my ancestors, uncles, and friends of my father."

He Xiao was stunned, this is a family of calligraphy and painting, right?

Yes, I've really met a cultural person, but I own a painting shop, so what kind of paintings do I buy?

But when he thought of sports, he immediately understood, "You don't live in China now, do you?" ”

"The contemptible people live in Xiangjiang now."

He Xiaole, this guy is the same as his own family, he ran to Xiangjiang from the capital, and he really has fate.

"Isn't this a coincidence, I also live in Xiangjiang, we are still fellow villagers, fellow villagers see fellow villagers, tears in our eyes."

"Fellow?"

Xu Wenruo frowned and looked at He Xiao, there was no smile on his face, he felt a faint mockery.

Holding back his anger, he said: "Some of the paintings in your hand were collected by my family before, please cut your love, I am willing to pay double the price, what do you think?" ”

Forehead......

He Xiao still shook his head, and he restrained his smile.

Knowing the identity of the man, he had no scruples.

The background of the man's calligraphy and painting world is really nothing, and he is not afraid of these.

"The previous things have passed, and I bought these paintings from the museum in Zhengdaguang, so I really can't cede them!"

He Xiao thought for a while, and said regretfully: "In the warehouse of the Foreign Guest Department, didn't I leave you half of the paintings, don't be too greedy." ”

"Humph!"

Xu Wenruo took the cup and put it heavily on the tray.

He was furious when he thought of the paintings that were left in the storeroom.

What's left? It's all small-scale and unfamous works, and he doesn't want to just do that.

If he hadn't been a few days late, the paintings would have been all his.

Taking a deep breath, he stared at He Xiao and said the last price in his heart, "Three times, I will pay 450,000, these paintings are not worth so much money now, except for me, no one can come up with this price." ”

"Mr. He, I will return what I said to you just now, you can't be too greedy!"

"Qi!"

He Xiao lay back and sat lazily on the chair.

Stretching out his hand and pointing to the restaurant, he said casually: "Look at this restaurant, my family opens, and there is a bigger one in Xiangjiang than this, do you think I am short of money?" ”

"Mr. Xu, I'm quite interested in the paintings in your hand, if you want to make a move, you can consider me."

Xu Wenruo was so angry that his hands trembled a little.

He already knew in his heart that he would not be able to get back those paintings with money alone.

After being silent for a long time, he stood up, "What a pearl secretly cast!" Jewels are dusty! ”

Xu Wenruo raised his head and sighed: "Such a good painting fell into the hands of people like you who don't know how to appreciate it and are full of copper smell, it is really intolerable, and it should be thundered and split!" ”

"Personal attack, you're a physical attack."

He Xiao was not happy and stood up directly.

Isn't it Qi Baishi's apprentice and grandson, He Xiaoke doesn't care about this, dares to scold himself, and still calls him with big ears.

After taking two steps forward, He Xiaogang wanted to theorize, and Lou Xiao'e's voice came from beside him.

"Xu Wenruo, when your father's flour mill went bankrupt, it was my father's help, and I don't ask your family to think of kindness, but how can you belittle my son?"

Lou Xiao'e frowned and strode over.

Looking at Xu Wenruo with disdain, she snorted lightly.

Xu Wenruo stared at Lou Xiao'e for a long time, and finally reacted, "You are the daughter of the Lou family?" ”

"Yes, your mouth is full of copper stench of the Lou family, but no matter how copper stinking my family is, I will not do ungrateful things."

Lou Xiao'e took a sip, disgusted by them as cultural people.

Ahh

“……”

Xu Wenruo's face darkened, he opened his mouth, and he didn't know what to say.

He only heard that the person who bought the painting was called He Xiao, and he really didn't know that He Xiao was the grandson of the Lou family.

Standing dumbfounded for a moment, his heart was really angry, and he turned and walked quickly.

"Cut, what the hell, don't even say sorry, and you're still a cultural person."

He Xiao pursed his lips and hurriedly walked in front of Lou Xiao'e.

"Mom, do you know this person named Xu Wenruo?"

"I know, his father was obsessed with learning to paint, so that the family's flour mill was bankrupt, if your grandfather hadn't helped his family, his family would have been defeated."

Lou Xiao'e nodded, sighing in her heart.

It would have been a good thing to meet the old acquaintances before, but it's a pity.

"That's right."

He Xiao feels that the world is really small, and he has met people he knows.

Shaking his head, he was a little sorry that he couldn't take all the paintings in the storeroom, and he picked the remaining half, which shouldn't be left for this kind of person.

……

Next.

He Xiao had breakfast, and just wanted to go to the courtyard, when he heard from Aunt Qin that an old man of six or seven years old came to visit.

He was very curious, and after thinking about it, he didn't know many old people in the capital, and he didn't know which one it was, so he asked Aunt Qin to invite someone in.

When he saw the person coming, He Xiao was full of doubts, "Uncle, do you know me?" Are you always? ”

"Old man Li Pingyi, old man Pingyi."

Touching a goatee, Li Ping glanced at the room and sat down on his own.

He Xiao touched his mouth, he was a little familiar with the name of the old man Pingyi.

After thinking about it, he finally remembered that when he classified and registered the paintings two days ago, he seemed to have seen this name on the paintings.

"So you're a painter."

He Xiao was even more curious in his heart, and he hurriedly asked Aunt Qin to serve tea.

"I'm here this time for you and Ruowen's business, if Ruowen's father hadn't helped us sell paintings, our gang would have starved to death a long time ago."

Li Pingyi smiled self-deprecatingly.

Glancing at He Xiao, he continued: "I have also seen your grandfather, since they are all descendants of friends' families, so let's do it, you take out a part of Qi Baishi's paintings and sell them to Ruowen at the original price." ”

"After all, Qi Baishi is Ruowen's master, Xiaoyou, you have to understand him."

"For other paintings, it would be better if you could take out some of them and give them to him, after all, we in the calligraphy and painting industry owe him a favor."

He Xiaoran smiled.

This shameless old thing, with a goatee and a folding fan, looks like a dog.

I originally wanted to entertain him, but I didn't expect this old thing to rely on the old and sell the old.

Holding back his anger, He Xiao asked with a smile: "Uncle, do you have any other jobs besides being a painter?" ”

"The old man can't do anything else in his life except painting."

Li Pingyi waved his hand, and there was pride in his tone.

He Xiao was a little uneasy, and hurriedly asked again, "Uncle, are the juniors of your family also learning painting from you?" ”

"Except for my youngest son, everyone else learned to paint with me."

"And what is your youngest son's job?"

"Not working yet." Li Pingyi finally found out that something was wrong, and he quickly stopped his mouth.

Very dissatisfied in his heart, he frowned and said, "Xiaoyou, I came to solve the matter between you and Ruowen, not to let you inquire about my family's situation." ”

Picking up the teacup, he took a small sip and put it down.

"Little friend, how did you think about it?"

He Xiao sneered, he opened his mouth and said silently: "Consider your mother!" ”

"Huh? What are you talking about? ”

The old man was even more dissatisfied in his heart.

The junior of the Lou family only opened his mouth and didn't make a sound, obviously just teasing himself.

"Bang."

The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I became, and the old man stretched out his hand and pushed, and the tea bowl fell to the ground, and there was a crisp sound.

"The old man has some connections in the Beijing Calligraphy and Painting Association, Xiaoyou, if you agree, ask us for calligraphy and painting ...... in the future."

Before he could finish speaking, He Xiao stood up suddenly.

Looking at the broken tea bowl on the ground, He Xiao was really angry.

"Calligraphy and Painting Association? Looking for calligraphy and painting? Looking for your paintings and calligraphy? You old thing, what kind of garlic do you fill? ”

"Call you a painter, you still take it seriously, just your name, Lao Tzu has never heard of it in his life, and you still rely on me to sell the old, what kind of thing are you? You're not a thing! ”

"I bought the painting for real money, and you let me go with a word, what kind of thing are you? You're not a thing! ”

……

With no scruples in his heart, He Xiao sprayed at the old immortal.

He Xiao has always been a lord who has kindness and revenge.

Even if he is his own father, he can't do anything to repay grievances with virtue.

"You...... You ......"

The old man clutched his chest, his face pale.

Since the end of the movement, when has he, Li Pingyi, been subjected to such abuse? For a while, he was all angry.

"Draw ......"

The old man pointed at He Xiao and said tremblingly: "Return the old man's paintings to me, people like you are not worthy of collecting the old man's paintings." ”

"Bah, I don't want those paintings of yours yet, you wait for me."

He Xiao turned around and went to the warehouse, he took the books and searched the shelves one by one, and finally walked out with more than a dozen paintings.

Secretly scolding in his heart, he walked up to Li Ping and threw him directly to the ground.

"A forty, this is twelve paintings, give me four hundred and eight, hurry up and walk away with this garbage, I am disgusted with my eyes."

"You...... You ......"

Looking at his own paintings on the ground, the old man was almost angry.

Trembling all over, he touched the cloth pocket and gasped, "Old man...... The old man came out in a hurry and didn't bring any money. ”

He Xiao rolled his eyes, he turned his head and said:

"Aunt Qin, use these tattered paintings to wipe the water on the ground clean, wrap the broken porcelain with these tattered paintings, and throw them out together to save bad luck!"

Aunt Qin answered, she squatted down and rolled up the painting, and immediately wiped it up.

"You ...... You are bitter old man! ”

Looking at his paintings, which were used as garbage by others, the old man's body shook and almost fell.

"Qi!"

He Xiao scolded bitterly, and the evil anger in his heart was finally released.

Looking at Li Pingyi's appearance, he was still afraid of being slandered by the old immortal.

As soon as he sat down, he didn't have a good breath and said:

"You tell Xu Ruowen, don't be embarrassed, the painting I bought with real money, no one wants me to hand it over, even if Qi Baishi comes, it's useless!"

"I'm sorry, I respect you, so I call you an old man, if you give a shame, see if I don't scold you to death, an old thing!"

Li Ping's face turned pale, and he couldn't listen to it anymore.

Holding on to the table, he turned around and walked out briskly.

"Stinky virtue, shameless face, I only saved some fame when I was dying, and I didn't know what my surname was."

He Xiao rolled his eyes, turned his head and said, "Aunt Qin, you go and take a look, don't let this old guy die in our house." ”

Having said all this, he was still thirsty.

Picking up the tea bowl, he drank it all.

After a while, looking at the broken tea bowl on the ground, he suddenly reacted, "By the way, I forgot to ask him for the tea bowl money, it's really cheap for him." ”