Chapter 72 True and False Ink Painting

"what you do."

Jiang Yan called Lin Yu in a low voice, when did their family order mooncakes from Guihua House.

Jiang Jingren also quickly winked at Lin Yu, telling him that it was okay to brag, but not too exaggerated.

"Have you ordered mooncakes from Guihualou?" Zhang Zhihui's eyes were full of sarcastic smiles, "I asked someone to tell me that the mooncakes from Guihualou this year are extremely limited. Even Secretary Xie received no more than two boxes. Feng

You're so big, you're not afraid of showing off your tongue when you're bragging?"

"Hey, Zhihui, how could you say that about Jiarong? Maybe Jiarong is telling the truth." Uncle Zhang pretended to blame his son, and then said: "Let's just wait, what do you think?"

, Lao Jiang?”

Jiang Jingren said nothing and glanced at Lin Yu anxiously. He didn't understand what his good son-in-law was singing. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, where could he buy mooncakes from Guihua House.

"I'll wait and see too." Zhang Zhihui sneered.

"Excuse me, who is Mr. He?"

At this time, a man in a red uniform confirmed the table number and cautiously asked the people at the table.

The man was carrying three simple and exquisite brocade boxes in his hands, with three large gilded characters on them: Osmanthus Tower.

"That's me." Lin Yu stood up hurriedly.

"Mr. He, this is a mooncake specially left for you by our boss. I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and full of peace and harmony!"

The man said and handed the mooncakes in his hand to Lin Yu, then turned around and hurried away. After delivering the order, he had to rush home for the festival.

Uncle Zhang and Zhang Zhihui were shocked when they saw this scene. Judging from the packaging, they were indeed mooncakes from Guihua House. They looked at each other and were speechless for a moment.

"Uncle Zhang, come on, don't you want to have a taste? Please."

Lin Yu quickly opened a box and distributed it to Uncle Zhang and Zhang Zhihui first.

"Old Zhang, why are you standing there? Eat. It's just right to eat the mooncakes from Guihualou during the festival. What are the things from Changshengzhai? Just throw them away. Can you eat them?"

Jiang Jingren was already smiling and happy at this time. His son-in-law was really capable of doing anything. He actually got the mooncakes from Osmanthus Blossom House, and the boss sent someone to deliver them to him personally.

Uncle Zhang and Zhang Zhihui took the mooncake with livid faces and took a symbolic bite. They felt that the mooncake was just like their own hearts, bitter and difficult to swallow.

"How did you get it?" Jiang Yan couldn't help but wonder.

"One of my patients is the proprietress of Osmanthus Tower." Lin Yu smiled.

"By the way, Dad, I just remembered that I specially prepared a gift for you during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Zhang Zhihui suddenly remembered something. He swept away the gloom on his face and put on a confident look. He turned around and took out a long brocade box on the ground and handed it to his father.

"What is this? Zhihui?"

Uncle Zhang asked, pretending to be confused.

In fact, he had already read the contents here, but just to show off, he pretended not to know.

"You'll know after you open it and take a look." Zhang Zhihui said with a smile.

Uncle Zhang nodded, then opened the box, and said in surprise: "It looks like an ink painting."

When Jiang Jingren heard this, he immediately became energetic. He straightened his neck and looked inside. He was obsessed with calligraphy and painting.

"Lao Jiang, come and take a look together."

Uncle Zhang smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Okay, okay." Jiang Jingren agreed quickly, quickly wiped his hands, and followed Lao Zhang to unfold the painting.

"Paintings of Bada Shanren?!"

Jiang Jingren took a careful look and exclaimed.

Lin Yu was slightly startled, a little surprised, and thought that it was a coincidence today. Zhou Chen had just given him a painting of Bada Shanren, and another one appeared here. When did Bada Shanren's paintings become so common?

"Uncle Jiang really has a good eye. This is an eagle and stone painting made by Bada Shanren in the late period. Look at the painting style, the ink color, and the charm. It is definitely a masterpiece among the late Bada Shanren." Zhang Zhihui straightened his chest,

said proudly.

Lin Yu glanced at the painting, and saw that the eagle in the painting was lifelike, with its eyes turned skyward, the stones were weird and jagged, and the style was peculiar. The overall painting style was dignified, cold, smooth and subtle, which was indeed the style of Bada Shanren's late paintings.

He glanced at the proud Zhang Zhihui, smiled, and said nothing.

"Lao Jiang, how are you?" Uncle Zhang said with some pride.

Like Jiang Jingren, he was fond of these ancient calligraphy and paintings of famous people and collected antique toys. The two of them often compared them in private.

During the time when Jiang Jingren had just donated Ming Qie Tie, he had been arrogant in the workplace, which made Lao Zhang unable to hold his head up. He had been looking for an opportunity to vent his anger, but he didn't expect that he would get the opportunity today.

Because Jiang Jingren didn't have much else at home except the Ming Qie Tie. This Bada Shanren's work had actually killed all the collections in his home.

"It's really good." Jiang Jingren held it in for a long time and said in a low tone. He only felt a tightness in his chest. He didn't know how this old Zhangtou had such bad luck and got such a masterpiece.

"Zhihui, this painting must not be cheap, right?" Li Suqin couldn't help but feel a little envious in her eyes.

"It's okay, I didn't spend much money."

Mentioning this, Zhang Zhihui became even more proud. He held his head high and said: "When I went to Taipei to discuss cooperation some time ago, a wealthy businessman half sold and half gave it to me. The total cost was less than three million."

"Lao Jiang, you should be able to tell that if this painting were sold on the market, I'm afraid it would cost more than 20 to 30 million. This is not a purchase, this is simply a gift." Uncle Zhang rushed proudly.

Jiang Jingren showed off.

Jiang Jingren suppressed his inner hurt and nodded, staring at the painting non-stop, his love for it beyond words.
Chapter completed!