Chapter 72： True and false ink painting

"what are you doing."

Jiang Yan whispered to Lin Yu, when did their family order mooncakes from Guihualou?

Jiang Jingren hurriedly winked at Lin Yu, indicating that he could brag, but don't be too exaggerated.

"You ordered the mooncakes of Guihualou?" Zhang Zhihui's eyes were filled with sarcasm. "I asked a trustee. This year, the mooncakes of Guihualou are extremely limited. Even Secretary Xie received no more than two boxes. It's so big, you're not afraid to flash your tongue when you brag?

"Hey, Zhihui, how can you say that Jiarong? Maybe Jiarong is telling the truth." Uncle Zhang pretended to blame his son, and then said: "We will just wait, you say. , Lao Jiang?"

Jiang Jingren didn't speak, and looked at Lin Yu anxiously. He didn't understand where his good son-in-law was singing. It's Mid-Autumn Festival. Where can I buy mooncakes from Osmanthus House.

"I'm also waiting to see." Zhang Zhihui sneered.

"Which is Mr. He?"

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

The man carried three simple and exquisite brocade boxes with three big bronzing characters on them: Guihualou.

"I am." Lin Yu hurriedly got up.

"Mr. He, this is the moon cake our boss has specially left for you. I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and full of peace!"

The man said, handing Lin Yu the mooncake in his hand, then turned around and left in a hurry. After sending the order, he had to hurry home for the holiday.

Uncle Zhang and Zhang Zhihui were shocked when they saw this scene. Judging from the packaging, it was indeed the moon cake of Guihualou. They looked at each other and were a little speechless for a while.

"Uncle Zhang, come, don't you want to taste it, please."

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

"Lao Zhang, what are you doing in a daze? Eat it. It looks like eating moon cakes from Osmanthus House during the festival. What are the things in Changshengzhai? Just throw it away. Can you eat it?"

Jiang Jingren was already smiling and happy, his son-in-law was really omnipotent. He actually got the moon cakes from Osmanthus House, and the boss sent them personally.

Uncle Zhang and Zhang Zhihui took the mooncake with their stern faces and took a symbolic bite. They only felt that the mooncake was as bitter as their own heart, and it was difficult to swallow.

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

"I am a patient, the lady boss of Osmanthus House." 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 ordinary, swept away the haze on his face, replaced his face with confidence, 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 with a blank face.

In fact, he had already seen the things inside, just to show off, pretending not to know.

"You'll know when you open it." Zhang Zhihui smiled.

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

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

"Lao Jiang, come, let's take a look."

Uncle Zhang smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Okay, okay." Jiang Jingren quickly agreed, wiping his hands quickly, and unfolding the painting with Lao Zhang.

"The painting of Bada Shanren?!"

Jiang Jingren took a closer look and exclaimed.

Lin Yu was slightly startled, a little surprised, thinking that today is a coincidence, Zhou Chen just gave himself a painting of Bada Shanren, and another one appeared here. When did the paintings of Bada Shanren become so common?

"Uncle Jiang really has good eyesight. This is an eagle stone drawing made by the late Bada Shanren. Look at this painting style, this ink color, and this charm. It is definitely a fine product of the late Bada Shanren." Zhang Zhihui straightened his chest. Said proudly.

Lin Yu glanced at the painting, and saw that the eagle on the painting was lifelike, with eyes full of eyes, strange rugged stones, and peculiar style. The overall painting style was solemn and solemn, calm and reserved. It was indeed the style of Bada Shanren's late paintings.

He glanced at the smug Zhang Zhihui, smiled, did not speak.

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

Like Jiang Jingren, he likes these ancient celebrity calligraphy and paintings and collects antique toys. The two often compare them in private.

During the period when Jiang Jingren had just donated Ming and Tie, he kept arrogant at the work unit and pressed Lao Zhang to the point that he couldn't hold his head up. He always wanted to find a chance to express this bad breath, but he did not expect that he caught the opportunity today.

Because Jiang Jingren didn't have anything to tell at home except for the Ming and Tie, this piece of Bada Shanren's work has actually killed all the collections in his home.

"It's really good." Jiang Jingren held back for a long time, and said in a low tone. He only felt that his chest was stuffy. I don't know why this old Zhang head got lucky and got such a masterpiece.

"Zhihui, this painting is definitely not cheap, right?" Li Suqin's eyes couldn't help but envy.

"It's okay, not much money."

When it comes to this, Zhang Zhihui is even more proud, holding his head up and saying: "This is when I went to Taipei some time ago to discuss cooperation, a wealthy businessman half-sold and half-given to me, and the total cost was less than three million."

"Lao Jiang, you should be able to see that if this painting is sold on the market, I am afraid that it will sell for more than 20 to 30 million yuan. This is how to buy, this is simply a gift." Uncle Zhang triumphed. Jiang Jingren showed off.

Jiang Jingren nodded suffocating his internal injuries, his eyes kept staring at the paintings, his affection was beyond words.

"Okay, just take a look. If you haven't seen enough, go back to my house and see." Uncle Zhang deliberately collected the painting and rolled it up.

"Jia Rong, what gift did you give Uncle Jiang on the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Originally thought that this was the end of the matter, but Lin Yu never expected Zhang Zhihui to suddenly target himself.

Just now the moon cake matter was brought into the limelight by Lin Yu. Zhang Zhihui was very upset. Naturally, he wanted to deliberately humiliate Lin Yu this time. Compared with this celebrity masterpiece, the cakes in those few months were a fart.

"I……"

Lin Yu was suddenly at a loss when he was asked. He did not prepare any gifts for the old man.

"Oh, Zhihui, what are you asking? People Jiarong finally became independent. He didn't spend any money at home, so he was pretty good. He also insisted on a Mid-Autumn Festival gift, right? Lao Jiang." Uncle Zhang laughed. Said, murder without a knife.

Jiang Jingren only felt that his heart was full of holes, and he couldn't wait for a mouthful of old blood to come out.

"I really didn't prepare any gifts, Dad, it was my negligence this time." Lin Yu said apologetically to Jiang Jingren.

"It's all a family, what gifts to buy, I'm not the kind of person who likes to show off!" Jiang Jingren snorted coldly, obviously referring to something.

"Lao Jiang, what do you mean by this? I was kind enough to show you the painting. How come it is stinking. If you have the ability, you can show me one too." Uncle Zhang said with a full expression. I just feel that Jiang Jingren today is a bit short in front of him.

Jiang Jing's benevolent face flushed, and could not help coughing a few times.

"Although I didn't prepare a gift for my dad, my friend made a special trip to send a gift to my dad. Coincidentally, it was also a painting by Bada Shanren."

Lin Yu said with a smile.

"How could it be that there are not many paintings of Bada Shanren on the market, how could it be so common?!"

Uncle Zhang frowned and said anxiously.

"Dad, it's normal. Although the authenticity of Bada Shanren is limited, high imitations and fakes are everywhere. It is actually very easy to spend ten or twenty thousand to buy a fake one." Zhang Zhihui said arrogantly.

"Oh, fake, what's the meaning of fake? But with Jiarong's ability, it is not easy to get a fake." Uncle Zhang said with a smile.

"To be honest, one of our two paintings is really fake."

Lin Yu smiled, and then took out the paintings given by Zhou Chen and Shen Yuxuan and handed them to the old man, motioning him to open it and take a look.

Lao Zhangren was a little surprised, afraid that Lin Yu would really make a fake painting, and winked at Lin Yu.

"It's okay, Dad, our picture is authentic, you can open it with confidence," Lin Yu said.

"Then you mean ours is fake? It's a big tone, I want to see what your picture is!" Zhang Zhihui heard the meaning of Lin Yu's painting, and said angrily.

After Jiang Jingren opened the painting, Uncle Zhang couldn't help but brighten up, and found that this ink plum painting was really extraordinary.

The overall painting style is vigorous, round and beautiful, full of ambience, little but thick, ingenious layout, full of artistic conception, and even faintly surpassed his eagle-stone figure.

"Haha, Lao Zhang, how about this painting, it doesn't seem to be inferior to yours?" Jiang Jingren also felt that this painting was extraordinary when he saw it, and it was most likely to be authentic. Laughing, very contented.

"Whether it is true or not, it remains to be identified." Uncle Zhang coldly snorted, turned his head and said nothing.

"Even if your painting is real, it doesn't mean that our painting is fake! And I think your painting is so simple, it looks more like an imitation!"

Zhang Zhihui gritted his teeth and said, He Jiarong, how did he oppose him everywhere, and where did he meet such a lavish friend based on his poor taste.

"Little brother, can you lend me this painting?!"

At this moment, an elderly man wearing glasses stood up on a table in the private room next to him. Seeing the painting in Lin Yu's hand, his eyes lit up and he hurried over.

"Are you?" Lin Yu asked with curiosity when he saw that the old man was so handsome.

"I am the dean of the Ching Hai Art Research Institute. This is my business card." The old man hurriedly took out a business card and handed it over. "I have heard the conversation between the two of you just now. I have some research on the paintings of Bada Shanren, so I can distinguish the true from the false for the two."