Chapter 705

"100 guests at dinner"? Good, good name! " Old Zhang patted his thigh and exclaimed.

The name vividly summarizes the content of the picture.

At this time, old Zhang has determined through this painting that he Jinyin is the mask hero.

At this time, Zhang Bosong waved to Zhang Mingyuan and said, "grandson, come here and salute Mr. He!"

When Zhang Mingyuan heard his grandfather's words, he felt as much as he had to.

However, Grandpa's words can't be ignored.

He was very reluctant, but he walked over obediently.

"Mr. He, this is my grandson! His name is Zhang Mingyuan. " Old Zhang introduced to he Jinyin.

He didn't know that his grandson had had a conflict with he Jinyin before.

Now, I want to introduce my grandson here. Then, ask the mask hero to take his grandson as an apprentice.

Originally, he planned to learn by himself.

But I'm old. I'm sorry. So let your grandson come.

He Jinyin looked at Zhang Mingyuan and said with a smile, "Hello, grandson!"

"You..." hearing this, Zhang Mingyuan was furious.

"Oh. Sorry, my name is wrong. " He jinyinguai was embarrassed. Following old Zhang's words, he accidentally took Zhang Mingyuan as his grandson.

Zhang Mingyuan's face was livid with anger. He felt that this gold and silver was intentional. It's definitely not a slip of the tongue. It's definitely intentional.

"Mingyuan, don't kneel down! Worship Mr. He as a teacher! " At this time, old Zhang quickly shouted to Zhang Mingyuan.

what?

This is not just Zhang Ming's great surprise.

Others were even more surprised.

Mr. Zhang, let Mr. He be the master!

"Grandpa, he depends on luck. When he drew such a picture, his standard may not be as high as mine. " Zhang Mingyuan shook his head wrongfully: "also, Grandpa, in my life, I can only worship another person as a teacher except you. That man is the mask hero. "

"He Jinyin, although he also drew a good work. But he can't compete with the mask hero! Mask hero, in addition to painting well, he also knows martial arts and medicine! And a chivalrous heart... I want to worship the master, just him! "

"Silly boy, do you know who is standing in front of you?" Zhang Bosong, Zhang Lao, couldn't cry or laugh.

The child heard the deeds of the mask hero last night and saw two paintings of the mask hero. He regarded him as an idol.

But, silly boy, do you know that the idol in your heart is standing in front of you now?

"Who is he? Isn't he just a door-to-door son-in-law? At best, I drew a good work today by luck! " Zhang Mingyuan said unconvinced.

"Just a good work? Mingyuan, my silly grandson, it seems that your appreciation level needs to be improved. " Old Zhang shook his head and was disappointed.

Then, pointing to the painting, he commented: "this painting, it can be said, is the best work I have seen in my life."

"I, Zhang Bosong, have been writing for decades. There are more than 1000 paintings created, but none can compare with this one! "

"If this painting is auctioned, if people know it, they are absolutely willing to pay 50 million for it."

"This painting is wonderful. Thousands of people and thousands of faces. From different angles, the scenery and characters' expressions are different. "

Old Zhang's explanation surprised everyone.

Ling falcon, although he can't draw, his appreciation level is first-class.

At the same moment, he nodded and said, "yes, not to mention 50 million, even 60 million, I'm willing to pay for this painting!"

"That's wonderful. From every point of view, this painting presents a different scene. Wonderful! "

Zhang Mingyuan listened to Grandpa's words and his body trembled in an instant.

Then he ran to another angle and looked at the picture.

"Zi ~ ~" he took a deep breath and was shocked.

The painting is really like what his grandfather said, thousands of people and thousands of faces.

From every point of view, the scenery is different.

At this time, he had to admit that he Jinyin's painting was superb.

"Grandpa, well, I admit that his painting is superb, but he is still not qualified for me to worship him as a teacher! Also, he can't compare with the mask hero. I only worship the mask hero as my teacher! " Zhang Mingyuan clenched his fist and said.

"Mingyuan." Old Zhang's face was suddenly very serious: "to tell you the truth, your idol mask hero, I already know who he is!"

"What, Grandpa, who is he?" Zhang Mingyuan was overjoyed and asked excitedly, "come on, tell me. I want to worship him as a teacher, and then learn painting from him. As long as I worship the mask hero as my master, my painting will certainly be better than this he Jinyin! "

"You are really my silly grandson." Old Zhang sighed, is this grandson too stupid?

I made it so clear that you haven't guessed who the mask hero is.

"Ha... Grandpa, am I stupid?" Zhang Mingyuan was stunned.

"Yes, you are stupid. I tell you, the mask hero is... He! " Old Zhang pointed to he Jinyin and said loudly.

He Jinyin sighed heavily in his heart.

Helpless, he had been winking at old Zhang, hoping that old Zhang would not say his identity as a hero.

However, he never saw it, but he pretended not to know.

Now, he actually told me his identity as a hero.

WOW!

When old Zhang said this, there was another uproar.

This time, the uproar was unprecedented.

"He's a mask hero!"

"Old Zhang, there is no mistake."

"Just now, Zhang Shao's heroic deeds are his?"

“……”

At this time, Lin wansha stared at he Jinyin.

Which girl doesn't like heroes. Just now, Lin wansha admired the mask hero while listening to his deeds.

Now, it is revealed by old Zhang that Dr. he is the mask hero.

At this moment, Lin wansha looked at he Jinyin again, and she already had a strange feeling in her heart.

Everyone was surprised.

However, the most surprised person is Zhang Mingyuan.

Zhang Mingyuan has admired him since he heard the deeds of the mask hero from his grandfather.

Moreover, he vowed to worship him as a teacher.

Moreover, he said such words many times in front of he Jinyin.

Now, Grandpa, Grandpa, he told me that the mask hero is he Jinyin!

That's the little white face.

Zhang Mingyuan's face turned white.

He murmured, "Grandpa, you... You're kidding me. You're lying to me, aren't you?"

"Why did I lie to you?" Old Zhang was speechless, shook his head and said, "I didn't know that he was a mask hero before. However, I recognized him after watching his painting. His style is as like as two peas of hero I saw last time.

"Moreover, his figure, like the mask hero, is consistent in all aspects. It's absolutely not wrong. He's the mask hero. "

"Come on, grandson, come here, kneel down and worship Mr. He as your master."

Old Zhang, holding his grandson, came to he Jinyin.

Then, let him kneel down.

Zhang Mingyuan was stunned.

"Grandson, kneel down quickly. You see him as an idol. Didn't you swear to worship him as your teacher? Now, the opportunity is at hand. Get down on your knees! " Old Zhang urged.

Zhang Mingyuan is still stunned.

He... He can't accept it.

However, although at the beginning, he couldn't accept it.

But immediately, he still "plopped" and knelt down.

He knelt down in order to worship his teacher and learn painting.

And he said, "mask hero, please accept me as an apprentice!"

"OK, OK." Old Zhang looked at the moustache and laughed, cheering again and again.

Grandson Zhang Mingyuan, if he worships Mr. He, a mask hero, as his master, it's nothing to say that he will surpass himself in painting in the future.

At that time, he will become a master of traditional Chinese painting, and he will be a more powerful master of traditional Chinese painting than Zhang Bosong.

However——

He Jinyin wondered: "this... Old Zhang, I'm really sorry. I don't accept disciples. "

Zhang Mingyuan and he Jinyin don't like him. He didn't want to take him as an apprentice.

"Master, master, please accept me." Zhang Mingyuan is in a hurry. He's kneeling down. Why doesn't this mask hero accept himself?

He really wants to learn painting with idols. Become a generation of Chinese painting masters.

Although, this idol, and he imagined a way out, at the beginning, he couldn't accept it. But now, he has accepted it.

Why not.

"Mask hero, take him." Old Zhang also pleaded for his grandson.

However, he is still unwilling to accept gold and silver.

This Zhang Mingyuan has a bad character. He doesn't want to take him as an apprentice.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm really sorry. Let's talk about it later. Today is Mr. Lin Zhennan's birthday dinner. " He Jinyin made excuses to refuse.

"Oh, too." Mr. Zhang is helpless. People don't want to accept it. He can't help it.

"Please, mask hero, my idol, take me as an apprentice!" Zhang Mingyuan is still begging.

For old Zhang's sake, he Jinyin left some face for Zhang Mingyuan.

He said, "I'll talk about it later."

After that, he took the "100 guests map of the dinner" and handed it to Lin Zhennan.

"Mr. Lin, this picture of 100 guests at the dinner party is for you as a birthday present."

"Thank you very much, Dr. he." At this time, Lin Zhennan took over the "dinner hundred guests map" with both hands.

This painting can be said to be the most valuable of its birthday gifts. Of course, the collection value is also the highest.

He solemnly put the painting away.

At this time, Lin wansha, looking at he Jinyin, had a complicated expression on her face.

He Jinyin saved his father Lin Zhennan's life before. Now, I know that he is a mask hero. His paintings are better than old Zhang and can also learn martial arts.

In addition to these, his appearance is high. Lin wansha is not an outstanding person she has never seen, but she is the first one who has such an appetite for her as he Jinyin.

Unfortunately, he already has a wife.

"According to Zhang Mingyuan, he is the son-in-law. Why should a man like him be her door-to-door son-in-law? " Lin wansha thought to herself, shaking her head and sighing.