In the Xia family's mansion, as soon as you enter the door, there is a private garden, the plants and flowers on both sides have been carefully selected and decorated, and a marble-paved avenue in the middle leads to the Baroque style European villa.

In front of the gate of the villa, there is a fountain, and in the middle stands a statue of Pagathos, a winged Pegasus in Greek mythology, symbolizing hope and the future.

This banquet of the Xia family has a fixed process, and ordinary guests, after sending congratulatory gifts, will directly enter the banquet hall. And some important guests, especially the younger generation, should first go to meet Old Man Xia, give him birthday gifts, and then return to the banquet hall.

In the garden, a gravel paved path, with twists and turns, leads to a pavilion, built in a simple style, made of solid wood, half of which stands on top of the pool, which has quite an artistic conception.

Old Man Xia wore a bright red Tang suit, his face was full of red light, and his spirit was bright, and it seemed that he would have no problem living for more than ten years.

He was standing in front of a wooden table, leaning over to practice calligraphy.

Zhao Long was the most positive, and before he walked in front of Old Man Xia, he strode forward and knelt down on the spot, "I wish Grandpa Xia a blessing like the long flowing water of the East China Sea, and a longevity than the immortal pine of Nanshan!"

Old Man Xia smiled happily, and said happily: "You kid, why are you kneeling down? I'm just celebrating my birthday, I'm startled, tossing blindly!"

"Grandpa Xia, you are my elder, and today is your 80th birthday. What is it if I kowtow to you?" Zhao Long is usually arrogant and domineering, but in front of his elders, he is well-behaved and sensible, and he has done enough to be a "good boy".

"Okay, good, have a heart, these days, there are not many good children like you! Brother Zhao, it's really a blessing, to have such a good grandson as you!" Old Man Xia said with a laugh.

Zhao Long scratched his head with a smile, pretending to be an honest man, "Grandpa Xia, don't praise me anymore, I can't stand the praise, it's easy to my tail to the sky!"

"Okay, okay, don't talk about this, let's talk about what you've been doing in the past few years! I heard Brother Zhao say that he was sent to the army to hone his training, tell me, what have you honed?" asked Old Man Xia.

Zhao Long said embarrassedly, "It's nothing, I've been in the special forces for five years, and I barely got a major." ”

"Major, amazing, powerful, the tiger father has no dogs, he deserves to be behind the gate!" Old Man Xia praised.

Zhao Long sent a jade Buddha, the base and the "Buddha light" behind it, which are made of 24K pure gold, and you can see that it is worth a lot of money.

"By the way, who is this?" Old Man Xia noticed Lu Zheng.

Lu Zheng stood for a few minutes, and when he heard him ask, he stepped forward to introduce, "I am Lu Zheng, the son of Lu Tianhe in Wuyan County, and I specially wish Mr. Xia a birthday today, and wish you good health and a long life." ”

"Wu Yan, that Xiao Lu's son, someone mentioned it to me a few days ago. If I can come over and have a look today, I can be regarded as having a heart. ”

Hearing that Lu Zheng was just the son of a small entrepreneur in Wuyan County, Old Man Xia's attitude was much colder, and he just said it casually, and he became a little impatient.

"Mr. Xia wrote the book of the Eastern Jin Dynasty sage Wang Xizhi, right?" Lu Zheng glanced at the calligraphy on the table and said lightly.

Old Man Xia was slightly stunned, he didn't expect this child to know a little calligraphy, he could see that it was calligraphy, and he could recognize Wang Xizhi's style.

"Yes, you go on. Old Man Xia said.

A young man in his teens, that's all, it can be seen that it is Wang Xizhi's book, which is probably his limit.

Although Wang Xizhi was a native of the Wei and Jin dynasties, his style was completely different from that time, especially in terms of calligraphy, which was peaceful and natural, tactful and subtle. And Mr. Xia, your calligraphy, the breath of the Wei tablet is too heavy, and it is the style of the book saint at a rough glance, but it is mottled and messy, and the artistic conception is not pure enough. ”

Lu Zheng broke it with a word.

Regarding the knowledge of calligraphy, although he has just begun to learn, it is estimated that he knows more than those who have been immersed in the law for decades.

In order to cultivate all kinds of exercises and secret techniques, immortal cultivators' memory ability is hundreds, thousands, or even ten thousand times that of ordinary people. Lu Zheng learned enough things in one night to fill a whole row of bookshelves.

"You are very powerful, as if you have seen Wang Xizhi's true deeds with your own eyes. Old Man Xia said a little unhappily.

A mere high school student, who has studied calligraphy for two or three years at most, what can he say?

Maybe he can't recognize Wang Xizhi's true handiwork in front of him, and he will pretend to comment on it. Regarding Lu Zheng's evaluation, Old Man Xia only regarded it as the wind in his ears and didn't care.

Lu Zheng smiled and said, "The true work of the book saint Wang Xizhi, I'm afraid no one in the world has really seen it." However, the calligraphy of Master Liu Yuanqing, a master of contemporary calligraphy, even if it is not as good as the sage Wang Xizhi of the year, still has seven or eight points of charm. ”

"Do you have Liu Yuanqing's real handiwork, quickly, open it for me to see!"

As soon as he heard the name "Liu Yuanqing", Old Man Xia instantly became excited, and he couldn't wait to see the real face.

"Mr. Xia doesn't need to worry, the juniors came over today to give you this volume of Liu Yuanqing's "Lanting Collection Preface". Lu Zheng opened the sandalwood box and handed him the scroll.

"Yes, yes, it's the true work of Master Liu Yuanqing. Good thing, this is a good thing, I have been looking for many years, and I can only find only three volumes of copybooks. I didn't expect you to have a volume here, and it is also the most precious "Lanting Collection Preface"!"

Old Man Xia's excited body trembled, and he grabbed Lu Zheng's hand tightly, with tears in his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Long's face instantly became gloomy.

Originally, this was his home stadium, and he was the heart and focus of everything. But as soon as Lu Zheng came, he just sent out a tattered notebook, and the whole situation was reversed.

Moreover, more importantly, this Lu Zheng is just the son of the owner of a small business in Wuyan County, and he is not at the same level as him, so he dares to steal his limelight!

Sending out Liu Yuanqing's copy of "The Preface to the Lanting Collection", Old Man Xia's attitude immediately took a 180-degree turn, became very enthusiastic, pulled Lu Zheng, and chatted for four or five minutes before he was willing to let him go.

Leaving the pavilion, Lu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that the task assigned by his father this time has finally been successfully completed.

With Old Man Xia's attitude just now, it is estimated that the matter of investing in the Xia family's real estate project, at least emotionally, has been solved, and the remaining problems depend on Lu Tianhe's own ability.

At this moment, a tall black shadow stopped in front of Lu Zheng.

(End of chapter)