Chapter 146

Who is Wu Daozi? Wen has never heard of his poems, but Mr. sniper said that he should be a famous painter in ancient times?

At this moment, director Zhang and Meng Boyun's attention has been attracted by the painting on the mobile phone. She finally got rid of the embarrassment and breathed a sigh of relief. But I didn't expect that the next second she was scared to choke again.

"My God!!!! This painting really has the meaning of authentic! Let me see... "

Wen Shishi looks at director Zhang with bright eyes and looks at the water stains on his skirt. She sighs a little.

Whether there is Fu Yicheng or not, this meal can't be eaten well.

Director Zhang directly came over and sat hand in hand with Mr. sniper. His eyes gradually turned red: "this painting..."

"In your opinion, is it true?"

"90% sure," director Zhang wiped his face. "In his lifetime I didn't expect that I could see the real work of Wu Daozi in my lifetime... "

Mr. sniper took back his mobile phone with a smile. "If director Zhang wants to see it, I'll send it to the Bureau of cultural relics tomorrow."

Director Zhang shook his hand excitedly: "really? Can you lend me more time? I promise I'll keep it well for you. There won't be any damage or stain! "

Compared with director Zhang's excitement, Mr. sniper is much calmer. He seems to have expected such a scene for a long time and mastered everything: "of course, this painting should be donated by me. Wu Daozi's painting is too rare. It's too wasteful for me to see it alone. Besides, I'm not an expert. I can only watch the scene. It's better to give it to an expert like director Zhang. ”

director Zhang was overjoyed and immediately had the impulse to make friends with him in situ. He stood up to fill both of them with wine and offered a toast to Mr. Sniper: "thank you so much. I have to thank you for the country."

"Where, where, the original works of our ancestors, of course, belong to all our Chinese people."

The glasses collided in the air, making a crisp sound.

Director Zhang drank it all, flushed his face and patted the table: "they are all young men in their twenties and thirties. Why is the difference so big? Mr. Fu just slammed out the door for his elders in public. He was not polite at all. He was still a good young man. He was mature and steady. The most important thing was that he had national righteousness in his heart! "

Meng Boyun timely added: "and it's good for girlfriends."

"Yes, girl, you have a good eye for people. What I said just now is a little arbitrary. It doesn't matter what the original match is. It's most important to find the right one."

"Director Zhang," Mr. sniper said in a loud voice, "Mr. Fu's piece of land has dug up national treasure level cultural relics. I think we should dig deeper. Many national treasures may be buried underground, but we haven't found them yet."

Director Zhang drank a little wine, a little dizzy, but his mind is still clear: "young man, you are right, you should dig three feet carefully!"

Meng Boyun was a little worried: "my piece of land..."

Mr. sniper half joked: "Mr. Meng's piece of land is too far away, and there is granite under a layer of soil. I'm afraid the ancestors didn't have the ability to blow up the granite and build a tomb. Director Zhang, do you think so? "

"That's right. The ancient crafts can't reach this level. It seems that there's nothing to dig out of the land of general manager Meng." Director Zhang's expression is a little sorry. He is probably the only one who sincerely hopes to dig out some cultural relics.

However, today's goal has been achieved, and Mr. sniper will not continue.

After dinner, when they went out, several people drank wine. Meng Boyun called his driver and sent him and director Zhang back respectively. Mr. sniper and Wen Shishi were the younger generation to send them out.

Today's banquet, apart from Fu Yicheng, several people are very happy. Director Zhang has got Wu Daozi's true work, and Meng Boyun's heart is in his stomach, waiting for the construction site to start.

Meng Boyun first helped director Zhang to the car, but he didn't get on immediately.

He came back and looked at Wen Shishi. After all, his eyes stopped on Mr. sniper It's not enough to say thank you, but I still have to say it. "

Mr. sniper emptily embraces Wen Shishi and says in a soft voice, "all the poems have told me that you have taken care of her a lot since childhood. This is what I should do."

"With you, I'm relieved," Meng Boyun sighed twice. "Our family Xiao Xia and Shi Shi have known each other since childhood, and I grew up watching Shi Shi. The situation in her family is quite complicated. It's not easy for a girl to carry a family when she is young. But she is stubborn. It must be hard for her to give her money on her face I can only trust the relationship to find her some easy part-time, in fact, it doesn't help much

Wen Shishi was a little surprised. It turned out that she had been looking for a part-time job so smoothly. Was it uncle Meng who was secretly helping?And Lu Xiao's job, which he also introduced

Sniper seems to have known for a long time, calm and calm: "my woman owes her kindness, I'll help her pay it back. In the future, you can ask me what you need. If I can help you, I will help you. "

Meng Boyun repeatedly waved his hand: "you gave me this piece of land and helped me deal with Fu Yicheng's competitor. Once the shopping center is built, it's a business to make money. You give it to me directly. What else can I not be satisfied with? Enough, enough, really enough. "

"Business talents like Mr. Meng are what we younger generation should learn. They are not greedy, kind and reasonable."

"Well, what's the use? It's a pity that my daughter was born by a devil, not like me, not like his mother, and I don't know who she was..."

Mr. sniper has a different point of view: "I'm born to be useful. Meng Xiaoxia works well in Huoshi group now. She has a lot of opinions on the management of artists' fans. It's not sure that she can become a big agent in the future."

"You love your family, you think poetry is excellent, so are her friends!" Meng Boyun said with a wry smile: "my daughter, I know that the mud can't support the wall. Forget it, I'll send director Zhang back first. Shishi, uncle Meng knows the kindness. He will come to eat more and ask your aunt to make some delicious tonic for you. Do you like fish? Come this weekend! I'll make you a whole fish feast! "