rich and powerful son-in-law

Xiaoxiao led a group of five guests into the VIP area of ​​Rongbaotang.

Slightly different from the antique but slightly chaotic atmosphere outside, the VIP area is designed like a museum. All the products are placed in glass covers and displayed independently. The lights shine on the exquisite antiques, calligraphy and paintings, It gives people a feeling of lingering in the 5000-year civilization of China.

Li Yan looked around all the way, his eyes flicked over each piece of antique calligraphy and painting, and suddenly stopped in front of a glass cover.

Inside the glass cover is a fine brushwork painting, a spring peach tree stretches upwards on the stone, the tree body protrudes, the branches are inserted obliquely, the branches are dotted with peach blossoms, and four spring birds stand on the branches.

There are also four birds, two standing on the stone, and two hiding among the green bamboos under the stone.

"This painting is not bad." Li Yan nodded in praise.

Ling Shanyue came over to take a look: "Are you intuiting again? Huh, this artist's name is a little strange, I haven't heard of it before?"

Xiaoxiao introduced: "This is the work of Bian Jingzhao, a court painter of the Ming Dynasty. It is called "Spring Peach Birds and Birds Picture", which is quite similar to his other "Spring Birds and Flowers Picture" collected in Haizhou Museum. This painting was originally hidden in The imperial palace was lost overseas during the war, and my grandfather bought it from an overseas auction 12 years ago."

"Who is your grandfather?" Ling Shanyue was taken aback.

Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "My grandfather is Cheng Depei."

"You are Cheng Lao's granddaughter!" Ling Shanyue was taken aback.

"Well, my name is Cheng Xiaoxiao." Xiaoxiao said, "I just graduated from university, and I will always work in Rongbaotang in the future. Please take care of me."

"Xiaoxiao, why are you telling them so much? You see how poor they are, what can they do for you." At this time, Bian Hai came over and said arrogantly, "Tell me what you need, no matter the purchase It is easy to discuss whether you should sell something from my museum to you for your family's stuff!"

Cheng Xiaoxiao frowned, ignored Bian Hai, and said to Li Yan: "If you are interested in this painting, sir, I can ask my grandfather to introduce it to you in detail later."

"Thank you." Li Yan nodded.

Bian Hai turned his nose up, looked at the painting resentfully, and said in surprise, "Bian Jingzhao... Isn't this our family? Dad must be very happy to bring this painting back!"

Everyone passed through the exhibition hall and came to the reception room next to it. The place is not too big, but it is full of cultural atmosphere.

All kinds of paintings and calligraphy are hung on the walls of the room, and there is a piece of porcelain in each of the four corners. You can tell at a glance that they are all good things!

Ling Shanyue's eyes lit up, he leaned closer to look at it carefully, and let out bursts of admiration.

The few people in Bianhai also lingered and praised.

Only Li Yan yawned, a little bored.

Cheng Xiaoxiao gave him a strange look: "I thought you liked meticulous painting and would look more at Dai Jin's [Picture of Remnant Snow in Spring Mountains]."

Li Yan asked suspiciously: "Who is Dai Jin?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao opened her mouth slightly: "You...you don't know calligraphy and painting?"

"I didn't say I understood." Li Yan shrugged.

Cheng Xiaoxiao's face was dull: "Then you just now?"

"I just think that painting is more vivid." Li Yan smiled.

Cheng Xiaoxiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Okay, so I misunderstood."

At this time, Ling Shanyue walked over excitedly and said, "Miss Cheng, is there a price for that [Picture of Remnant Snow in Spring Mountains]?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "Eight digits."

"Ah?" Ling Shanyue's originally excited face gradually froze.

Dai Jin was a famous painter during the Yongle Period of the Ming Dynasty, and he was also the originator of the "Zhejiang School of Painting". Judging from the current market conditions, if this "Picture of Residual Snow in the Spring Mountains" is genuine, the eight-figure price is very reasonable.

The problem is, Ling Shanyue can't come up with so much money at all, his budget is less than 100 million, and it's still hard to come up with it.

Seeing Ling Shanyue's expression, Cheng Xiaoxiao guessed something, and said with a smile: "In fact, there are some calligraphy and paintings with higher cost performance in our store, you can take a look."

"Tsk tsk..." Bian Hai's disgusting voice suddenly came from the side, "I can't even get the eight-digit number, so why don't you go to the VIP area?"

Ling Shanyue's face froze and said: "Who said I can't get it out! Li Yan, the money I put with you is ready, and if I fancy something later, you can just buy it!"

Li Yan was speechless, thinking to himself, father-in-law, you pretended to be 13 and 666, does my mother-in-law know?
At this time, the side door opened and Mr. Cheng walked in.

As expected of being the number one collector in Anzhou, Cheng Lao has a strong bookish atmosphere on his body. The so-called poetic and bookish spirit in his belly, Cheng Lao gives people an elegant and profound feeling.

"See the old process!"

When they saw Mr. Cheng, everyone saluted, only Li Yan nodded slightly as a greeting.

Li Yan's unique behavior immediately attracted Cheng Lao's attention. He stared at him and said, "Just now I heard that someone exposed Qi Lianshan's fake Yuan blue and white before me. Is it you?"

Bian Hai curled his lips and said with a smile: "Grandpa Cheng, you must have made a mistake. Look at his inexperienced appearance, can he expose Qi Lianshan?"

"Bianhai! Presumptuous!" Cheng Lao snorted coldly.

"Grandpa Cheng, I...I don't dare anymore." Bian Hai blushed from choking, and didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.Even his father, Bian Yalong, had to perform the disciple ceremony in front of Mr. Cheng, let alone him!
After scolding Bian Hai, Mr. Cheng looked at Li Yan again: "I just received two things, take a look!" After speaking, he waved.

Immediately someone came over with two things and put them on the table.

Everyone gathered around and looked at him intently.

An incense burner and a pen holder.

Ling Shanyue's eyeballs were about to fall on it, he picked up the pen holder and looked left and right, with joy in his eyes, he said to Li Yan: "Zi Yan's grandma usually likes to write something, she must like this pen holder!"

Speaking of which, Ling Shanyue asked: "Old Cheng, I want this pen holder, please make a price."

Cheng Lao said lightly: "Oh, you want it? Then do you know whose work this pen holder is?"

"This..." Ling Shanyue was a little embarrassed, "I don't know much about pen holders, but since it's something you always bring out, I can't go wrong!"

Bian Hai on the side sneered, grabbed the pen holder and said: "This pen holder is carved from bamboo, the carving is exquisite, the characters are not limited to the shape but lifelike, the branches and leaves of the bamboo tree are processed in the form of blocks, using the deep and hollow carving method, from this Judging from this style, it must be the work of Gu Jue, a famous sculptor of the Qing Dynasty." Turning the pen holder as he spoke, there were three big characters in official script "Gu Jue Zhi" at the bottom.

Everyone clicked their tongues, what a sight!
Cheng Lao nodded slightly and said: "Bian Hai, it seems that you have got some true inheritance from your father."

Even the way Cheng Xiaoxiao looks at Bian Hai has changed.

Bian Hai said triumphantly: "Thank you, Grandpa Cheng, for your compliment. I also like this pen holder very much, please pass it on to me!"