Please stop kneeling, I'm really not an expert!

Chapter 202 The Priceless Treasure
"This painting is so precious?!"

"Oh my God, who is this wealthy person who is so generous?"

Although it scored twice, the discussion this time was much more sensational than before.

Even Wen Hao was excited and turned his head to look for the gift giver.

Liang Mu watched in shock from below.

Oh dear, is this the birthday party for a genius student from a top university?
Why are hundreds of thousands of paintings popping up?
Liang Mu had never seen so much money in his life.

"I really have money and no place to spend it. I gave such an expensive thing to a girl."

Yao Kang muttered softly.

But his words were heard by Zheng Xiu who had been watching him all the time.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Zheng Xiu suddenly burst into laughter.

"why are you laughing?!"

Yao Kang glared at Zheng Xiu angrily.

Because Zheng Xiu was looking at him and laughing.

"Heh!" Zheng Xiu stopped laughing and looked proudly at Yao Kang, "Of course I am laughing at your ignorance for not knowing that the person who sent the painting is right in front of you!"

Hearing Zheng Xiu's words, Yao Kang raised his head in astonishment, and looked at Zheng Xiu in disbelief: "What did you say?"

Li Bingyun beside Zheng Xiu also looked at Zheng Xiu in surprise: "Senior, is this painting really a gift from you?"

"Humph!"

With a proud face, Zheng Xiu stood up from his seat, cupped his hands to the guests, and said, "It's just a copy, and everyone laughed."

This time, it immediately attracted all the attention.

"Isn't that Old Zheng from the Ancient Books Museum?"

"I heard he was transferred."

"I heard that he is an iron cock before, why is he so generous this time?"

The sound of discussion and exclamation made Zheng Xiu more proud.

"Director Yao, Xiao Liang, I wonder what gifts you gave me?"

Zheng Xiu suddenly smiled strangely at Yao Kang.

At this moment, everyone at the table understood at the same time.

It turned out that Zheng Xiu was waiting here!
In order to compare Yao Kang and Liang Mu, Zheng Xiu did not hesitate to spend his money and gave away such a precious ancient painting.

It is estimated that Yao Kang and Liang Mu together cannot compare with Zheng Xiu.

So a group of people mourned for Yao Kang and Liang Mu.

"I'm going to the bathroom"

Yao Kang's face was as black as carbon, and he wanted to urinate when he got up, so as not to continue to face Zheng Xiu's proud face.

"Hey! Director Yao, why are you leaving in such a hurry?
Now is the exciting moment, don't miss it! "

Zheng Xiupi pulled Yao Kang back with a nonchalant smile, making the latter's face even more gloomy.

"Xiao Liang, you have only been in the library for a few days, and it's rare to see such a scene, so you have to watch it carefully and study hard!"

Zheng Xiu's momentum overwhelmed Yao Kang, and turned around to teach Liang Mu in a senior tone.

Liang Mu smiled and said nothing.

What can he say?

After all, the words he sent were just written in a hurry by himself, how could it be compared with the famous masterpieces sent by Zheng Xiu?

I can only watch Zheng Xiu's proud gesture.

"Senior, the next gifts will definitely not be as valuable as yours!"

Li Bingyun looked at Zheng Xiu with admiration.

"It's too early to say, there are so many bosses tonight, what am I?"

Zheng Xiuming's face is modest, but there is a smug smile in the corner of his eyes.

After the appearance of "The Picture of Green Mountains and Bitan Pools" sent by Zheng Xiu, the atmosphere on the scene became more and more enthusiastic.

And at this time, what Wen Yuan held in her hand was a scroll of words.

She immediately recognized that it was given to him by Liang Mu.

So first, he glanced at Liang Mu, and then spread out the words expectantly.

'Fuck me, with so many gifts, how could I be punished publicly? '

Looking at this scene, Liang Mu moved the stool back with some guilt, and moved his face to the side of the shadow.

"I'm going to the bathroom"

Taking advantage of everyone's attention on the stage, Liang Mu also followed Yao Kang's example and went to escape.

In a blink of an eye, he quietly slipped into the bathroom.

Like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand.

At this time, Wen Yuan on the stage had just fully unfolded the words.

Looking at the crude paper used for the writing, without even a frame, the guests below all shook their heads secretly.

It doesn't look like expensive calligraphy and painting at first glance.

But the moment Wen Yuan spread the words, the old men who had identified the "Picture of Green Mountains and Bitan Lakes" flashed onto the stage at a very fast speed.

And their expressions were ten times more excited than before!
"This, this word!"

Wen Yuan watched the excited reactions of the old men curiously, and couldn't help but ask, "Teachers, is there anything wrong with this calligraphy?"

"The writing is like a dragon, and the light of a sword is hidden in it. Good words!"

"I have a picture of Master Duanmuyan's handwriting in my study, but compared to this handwriting, to put it bluntly, it is simply a level short!"

"Artistic conception! This must be the highest state of calligraphy mentioned by Master Duanmuyan - artistic conception!"

Several old men looked at Liang Mu's words with fascination.

And someone couldn't help asking: "Student Wen Yuan, which guest gave this letter?

We want to ask that person face to face where this divine handwriting came from! "

Wen Yuan looked surprised. She thought that Liang Mu's gift would be unusual, but she never thought that it would get such a high evaluation.

He couldn't help raising his head, and looked at where Liang Mu was.

Seeing this, he froze in place.

Because Liang Mu's position is empty, I don't know where to go.

She immediately looked left and right, but she didn't find Liang Mu anywhere in the hall.

"Student Wen Yuan, could it be that the guest has already left?!"

Several old men were shocked when they saw Wen Yuan's actions.

At this time, the guests below didn't know what happened, and they were all whispering to each other, guessing what happened on the stage.

Wen Hao also came to the stage curiously.

When I asked, I was immediately taken aback.

"May I ask the teachers, how much is this painting worth?"

Hearing Wen Hao's question, several old men were furious.

"Money? You are insulting this boss' work!"

"How can such a masterpiece be measured by money?"

"If you ask me, this is a priceless treasure!"

Seeing that his words aroused public anger, Wen Hao quickly apologized to several people.

Then he pulled Wen Yuan aside and asked with a wry smile: "Xiao Yuan, which distinguished guest sent this word?"

"Teacher Liang Mu."

Wen Yuan replied casually, while she stared at the words in her hand stupidly.

[God is three feet below].

These four words were written in black ink on the white paper.

'Teacher Liang Mu, does this word remind me of something? '

Wen Yuan was lost in thought.

What came to mind were all the descriptions about the Lord of Eternal Calamity in the awakened memory.

'The ever-changing, gods and ghosts are hard to find! Wen Yuan turned her head to look at Liang Mu's empty place, and sighed in her heart: "Is that why you don't want to be noticed by this world?" '

Wen Hao, who heard Wen Yuan's words, was already dumbfounded.

"Sent by Liang, Liang Mu?!"

(End of this chapter)