Best Son-in-law

As soon as Lin Yu took the business card, Zhang Zhihui couldn't wait to come over and grab it. He glanced at the Dean of the Qinghai Art Research Institute, then nodded and said, "Old Dean, you have a good look. Which is the fake?"

Zhang Zhihui is still very confident about his painting, because the rich businessman said that he had found someone to appraise it and it was undoubtedly authentic.

"Old dean, then trouble you." Lin Yu also smiled and handed his painting to the old dean.

The old dean took out reading glasses and magnifying glass from his pocket, and then carefully looked at Lin Yu's Momei map.

This is his professional habit. No matter where he does it, he must carry a magnifying glass and come across good antique calligraphy and paintings to facilitate research.

"Well, this ink plum picture is lonely and simple, the plum branches are like swords, the tree body has few moss spots, the branches are like thorns, the composition is simple, the machine front is hidden, and it is indeed the work of Bada Shanren."

After watching for a long time, the old dean nodded and said, "This work should have appeared before Bada Shanren returned to the vulgar. During this period, he created a large number of works of ancient plums, and this ink plum painting is considered to be a middle grade."

When Jiang Jingren heard this, he straightened his chest, nodded with satisfaction, and glanced at Lao Zhang who was serious.

"Old Dean, then you can look at my picture again." Zhang Zhihui was anxious when he heard it.

The old dean also took a closer look at Zhang Zhihui’s painting, and then said: “The composition of this painting is concise, with skillful brushwork, natural shades, full stone patterns, and freehand style. It seems that it is from the Eight Great Schools. The hand of the mountain man."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Zhang and Zhang Zhihui couldn't help but let out a sigh. It seems that their painting is also genuine.

"Little friend, you just said that your painting is true and the other is false. Are you questioning whether the eagle stone drawing is fake? I don't know how you can tell?" The old dean didn't look up, but looked at Lin from above the glasses frame. Yu, with a hint of sly.

"Sir, are you testing me?" Lin Yu smiled.

He really heard the words of the old dean. When talking about his painting, the old dean used "really," and when it came to Zhang Zhihui's painting, he used "very possible."

It can be seen that the old dean has already identified the true and false, but the words are too vague, and most people don't listen carefully, and can't hear it.

"I dare not dare, I'm just curious, why do you say this painting is fake?" The old dean laughed.

"That is, why do you say that our painting is fake?!" Zhang Zhihui said angrily, obviously he thought the old professor affirmed his painting.

"Actually, it is difficult and difficult to distinguish this painting. It is simple and simple. I believe the old dean has already seen it through." Lin Yu smiled and walked to the eagle stone map.

"How do you tell?" The old dean raised his eyebrows.

"Just now what you said is very clear. In terms of layout, painting style, brushwork, etc., it is indeed very similar to the style of Bada Shanren, and it has even reached the point of being fake. If the author finishes painting, then this I’m afraid it’s hard to tell the picture."

Lin Yu said unhurriedly, and then put his finger on the red seal of the inscription, and said: "Unfortunately, after the artist finished painting, he stamped the inscription here, but it was superfluous."

"Joke, do you see this inscription clearly? Or you don't know how to pretend to understand it at all. Isn't it very clear, a mountain donkey, this is the signature used by Bada Shanren to mock himself, OK?" Zhang Zhihui sneered, thinking Lin Yu is pretending to be profound.

"A mountain donkey is indeed a commonly used signature by the Bada Shanren, but the timing of its appearance is not right. As you said earlier, this painting is a work of the late Bada Shanren, and the mountain donkey was only commonly used in the early days of his return to secularism. After the twenty-seventh year of Kangxi, his common use was already signed by the Bada Shanren, so it can be concluded that this is not an authentic painting."

Lin Yu said calmly.

"Okay, okay! Young man, sure enough!" The old dean was amazed after hearing Lin Yu's words.

Zhang Zhihui's expression changed abruptly, and he asked: "Old Dean, what you mean is that my painting is not real, but you just..."

"I just said that it is very likely, which means it may be fake." The old dean replied.

"This this……"

Zhang Zhihui's face turned white, only feeling that the old dean's words were like a bolt from the blue, and his eyes went dark, and he sat down on the chair.

Uncle Zhang's face was also blue, he only felt that his chest was stuffy, and he couldn't breathe. He was still complacent after buying a fake painting for three million.

"Zhihui, it's normal for young people to lose sight of them. It's okay. They will suffer more and they will grow up." Jiang Jingren caught the opportunity and smiled.

Now it was Uncle Zhang's turn to pierce his heart.

"Little friend, I don't know where you are?" the old dean asked Chong Lin Yu curiously.

"Ao, this is my business card, old sir, I opened a medical clinic by myself." Lin Yu said hurriedly and handed his business card to the old dean.

"Doctors?"

The old dean was a little surprised, and then smiled and said: "You will be fine in the future, welcome to our research institute as a guest.

"Relax, old dean, it must be."

Before Lin Yu could speak, Jiang Jingren immediately smiled and said to the old dean.

After the old dean returned, both Uncle Zhang and Zhang Zhihui looked gloomy and did not speak.

"Hey, why did my card suddenly increase by more than 20 million?" Jiang Jingren suddenly felt the phone shake and was a little surprised when he felt it out.

"Oh, by the way, Dad, Zhou Chen said that Qi Nanmu's profit share was paid to you last time." Lin Yu said hurriedly.

"Today is really a good day, haha, indeed, my old man's card is all dead money, but the 70 to 80 million dead money, I really don't know when it will be spent."

Jiang Jingren laughed presumptuously, madly not paying for his life.

I couldn't eat this meal anymore. Uncle Zhang said that there was still something at home and told his family to get up and go together.

"Lao Zhang, I want to see this ink plum map in the future, and go to my house anytime!" Jiang Jingren kept shouting at Lao Zhang's back.

"Dad, look at you."

Jiang Yan said with some irritation, Jiang Jingren.

"Raise your eyebrows, raise your eyebrows, haha, this old Zhang, still wants to compare with me, has he ever compared it?" Jiang Jingren frowned, very happy, "Come on, come on, he won't eat, good son-in-law, this crab is so big The biggest, here you are."

Lin Yu smiled helplessly. Although the old man was a bit unreasonable and unforgiving, Uncle Zhang's family could be considered to be blamed. Who let them pick things first.

After dinner in the evening, Jiang Yan suddenly said: "Parents, you can drive back by yourself. He Jiarong and I want to go for a walk on the beach."

It's not far from the beach, and the moon is so bright tonight, Jiang Yan had the idea of ​​going for a walk on the beach.

"It's so late, isn't it cold to go to the beach?" Li Suqin said concerned.

"Why are you so ignorant at such an age? The young couple are warming up together. Walk around and hurry up." Jiang Jingren complained to Li Suqin, grabbing her hand and walking to the parking lot.

Looking at the back of his parents, Jiang Yan couldn't help but grinned, and said, "During this period, my dad is much happier than before, and his health is much better."

"you laughed."

Lin Yu grinned and said, "You are much more beautiful than before when you smile."

"Isn't I pretty if I don't smile?" Jiang Yan twisted his eyebrows and slammed Lin Yu's feet with high heels.

The wind on the beach was a bit cold, so Lin Yu took off his clothes and put them on Jiang Yan. Jiang Yan did not refuse.

"When did my mother lead me home?" Lin Yu suddenly asked curiously.

Ever since Mr. Lei asked about He Jiarong's life experience that day, he has been thinking about it in his heart. Yes, he has lived with this body for so long, and he still doesn't know anything about his life experience.

"I also forgot, when I was three or four? When I was four or five?" Jiang Yan recalled hard.

"Then my parents, haven't they appeared before?" Lin Yu frowned.

"Have you ever appeared, don't you know it yourself?" Jiang Yan turned to look at Lin Yu, how he felt like he was suffering from Alzheimer's, and could not remember anything.

"No, I'm afraid that my parents will find something when I'm not at home." Lin Yu felt guilty, almost revealing his stuff.

"No, no one has ever come to look for you, okay." Jiang Yan rolled his eyes, saying as if her parents were so rare for him, if someone were looking for it, it would have been taken away.

"Then my parents don't know my life experience?" Lin Yu frowned.

"I don't know, let alone my parents, the dean of the orphanage is not clear, only that you are a lost child, and you have not been able to find your parents, so you were sent to the orphanage." Jiang Yan said casually, a little puzzled, not knowing Lin Yu When did I suddenly care about my life experience?

"Ao, that's it." Lin Yu's tone was a little lost.

Suddenly Lin Yu's cell phone rang. He took it out and found that it was Zheng Shifan who was calling. He was a little surprised and quickly picked it up.

"Jia Rong, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, didn't you disturb you?" Zheng Shifan said with a smile on the phone.

"No, no, Mr. Zheng can just tell me what's the matter." Lin Yu hurriedly said.

Thinking of the Ferrari that Zheng Shifan gave him, Lin Yu still felt ashamed of it, so if Zheng Shifan had something to do, he would be happy to help.

"To tell you, I have an unrelenting invitation. Tomorrow I will go to discuss business, can you accompany me to the past?" Zheng Shifan asked.

"Talking about business?" Lin Yu couldn't help being a little puzzled, and said with a wry smile: "Mr. Zheng, you can find the wrong person. I think it's okay to be ill, but business is really bad."

"I didn't ask you to help me negotiate business. My client has a younger sister who is born weak. I want you to pretend to be my assistant and see if her illness can be cured." Zheng Shifan said with a smile.

"Why is it so complicated? I just show it to her directly?" Lin Yu wondered.

"Jia Rong, let me tell you, my big client is from the capital, not an ordinary person, so I can't be sloppy. You can go and see with me first. If you are sure of the cure, let's talk about it. If you are not sure, forget it." Zheng Shifan said cautiously.

"Oh? But the big man from the capital the other day?"

Lin Yu suddenly remembered the scene of the road closure when he was with Lei Jun that day.