Marrying into her Family

Soon, a middle-aged man in a suit trotted over. Obviously, the middle-aged man knew the ark.

"Hello, Mr. Fang. I'm Zhang Qiang, the director of this exhibition." Zhang Qiang took the initiative to reach out to the ark.

"Hello, I'd like to ask if this painting is authentic or high imitation?" Fang Zhou pointed to the picture of winter plum in front of him. On the picture, there was only a cold plum, which fell alone in the paper, giving people a lonely and proud mood.

"The original." Zhang Qiang gave an answer without thinking about it. "This picture of Dongmei is a masterpiece of master Yan of Tang Dynasty. So far, we have got the appraisal results of the management before we show them. It's true. If Mr. Fang is interested in it. There will be a charity auction of the painting later. "

"The real one?" The brows of the ark wrinkled tightly.

Just then, a clear voice sounded behind the ark.

"President Fang."

The ark followed the sound and said, "Mr. Lin, it's a coincidence that you also came to see the exhibition?"

When Fang Zhou talks, he looks at Lin QingHan's professional suit.

"Come to Mr. Fang to talk about cooperation." Lin QingHan stood in front of the ark and said straightforwardly.

Fang Zhou chuckled and said, "Mr. Lin, it's reasonable that I don't talk about work at this time. However, since your grandfather is kind to me, I'll make an exception. To be honest, the cooperation plan given by Lin is among all the people. It's not the best. You should understand that I'm a businessman, looking at interests, not feelings. Unless you can come up with a better cooperation plan, I think we should cooperate next time. "

Lin QingHan frowned, "Mr. Fang, I believe you know the situation of our Lin family. Although this plan can't bring you the biggest profit in the short term, in the long run..."

"Stop." The ark made a gesture, "Mr. Lin, you know, I do venture capital. All of them are short-term investments. I never look at long-term interests."

"Mr. Fang, I..." When Lin QingHan wanted to say something else, he felt that someone had pulled him behind him. Looking back, he found that he was his best friend Milan. Beside Milan, Zhang Xuan didn't know when he came.

"Mr. Fang, we'll talk about it later." Lin QingHan said hello to the ark in a hurry, then went to Zhang Xuan and whispered. "What are you doing here?"

"I called him here. I said QingHan, you know Fang Zhou likes Chinese painting, and your husband specializes in it. Why don't you give in to his favor?" Milan's face is full of blame.

"Me Lin QingHan wants to talk but stops. She looks at Zhang Xuan and Milan. She doesn't know how to explain. She can't tell Milan the truth.

"OK, let Zhang Xuan negotiate with the ark first. If he can talk with the ark, you can understand it with emotion and move it with reason." Milan advised.

Lin QingHan subconsciously looks at Zhang Xuan, but sees that Zhang Xuan has gone to the ark. Lin QingHan sighed. She knew whether Zhang Xuan understood painting or not. What's the use of his coming?

Zhang Xuan went to the ark and squinted at the painting, "master Yan's Dongmei of Tang Dynasty? The ink is a little light. "

"Do you know how to draw?" When Fang Zhou heard Zhang Xuan's voice, he took a rather unexpected look. In this exhibition, many famous paintings did not indicate the source. Those who can see the source of the paintings at a glance are all people who understand painting.

"Of course, ha ha!" A burst of laughter, but not from Zhang Xuan, but another person.

Song Tao strides forward. While walking, he said in a loud voice: "Mr. Fang, Mr. Zhang Xuanzhang, is Mr. Lin's husband. He is also an artist, specializing in traditional Chinese painting. I think you two should have a lot in common."

As Song Tao finished, a faint smile flashed in his eyes. Artist? If Wang Shao didn't tell me, I really didn't know it was a son-in-law who came to the door for money!

"Oh?" Fang Zhou looked at Zhang Xuan with great interest, and there was appreciation in his eyes, because now there are fewer and fewer people who are still keen on traditional Chinese painting, "Mr. Zhang, are you engaged in traditional Chinese painting?"

"A little bit." Zhang Xuan put on a smile and nodded.

"In that case, Mr. Zhang, can you see the painting. Is it the true work of master Yan? " The ark pointed to the picture of Dongmei and asked.

Zhang Xuan glanced at the painting in front of him and then said, "Mr. Fang, what answer do you want? Do you want to hear true or false? Ha ha ha

Zhang Xuan laughs and turns to leave, leaving such an ambiguous answer.

Lin QingHan looks at Zhang Xuan's performance and shakes his head helplessly. He doesn't blame Zhang Xuan. Traditional Chinese painting itself is broad and profound. Unlike western food etiquette, it only needs simple training to understand it. It depends on years of experience and rich knowledge.

Milan are also surprised. What's the situation? Doesn't he understand? No!

During this period, Milan has been thinking about how to expose Zhang Xuan, a cheater of love. But today, she hopes that the cheater can understand more and talk with Mr. Fang, because Milan knows how big a crisis Lin QingHan's company is facing, including internal and external troubles.The ark frowned. Looking at Zhang Xuan's back, he didn't speak.

"Mr. Fang, it seems that Mr. Zhang Xuan has no name for himself. How to say, Lin QingHan is too commercialized and it's normal to make up some things. For example, she told me that her husband is engaged in traditional Chinese painting." Song Tao comes to the ark. "Mr. Fang, I'd like to introduce myself. I'm Song Tao. I'm entrusted by others to let Mr. Fang see some people clearly. Don't be confused by the offspring of any benefactor. "

In the lounge of the exhibition, Zhang Xuan is sitting at a small round table with a glass of iced coke.

Milan and Lin QingHan sat opposite him.

"Zhang Xuan, you are not engaged in traditional Chinese painting. Do you understand it or not? Is that the original painting just now?" Milan is still in the mood to drink coke while watching Zhang Xuan. I can't be in a hurry.

However, Lin QingHan seems very calm, because she knows very clearly that Zhang Xuan doesn't know Chinese painting, if her plan is not liked by Fang Zhou. Then this cooperation is impossible.

"Ah, burp ~"

after a mouthful of iced coke, Zhang Xuan said, "that painting, how to say, is authentic, not authentic."

"What do you mean?" Milan are at a loss.

"You don't understand what you said." Zhang Xuan took another sip of coke. Seeing that Milan was in a hurry again, he said busily, "by the way, wait, there is a charity auction, right? Let's go and have a look. "

About charity auction, Zhang Xuan has participated in many times before, and has been familiar with it for a long time.