My identity as an ancient celestial master was exposed by yearning

"The child was running around the house just now, and accidentally bumped into this painting. The drawing paper was cracked, and there was a woman in a cheongsam inside."

Teacher Huang took the painting, handed it to Xiao Chen, and continued: "Master, I'll send someone to ask how much this painting costs, and I will pay you the full price."

"Losing money?"

Xiao Chen was startled immediately, and looked at Huang Lei in astonishment: "Why do you have to lose money? I have a lot of this kind of paintings. Back then, I went out drinking with Xiao Qi and the others, and Xiao Qi would paint when he drank too much. I like to be clean, so I painted I just picked it up and threw it in the grocery room, and I haven't had time to organize it and throw it away."

Speaking of this, Xiao Chen seemed to recall something, and said with a shameless face: "At that time, they clamored that their paintings would be very valuable in the future. They were so valuable that they filled my grocery store."

"!!!"

When everyone heard this, they all froze in place.

Xiao Qi?

Is this Xiao Qi's painting?

But who is Xiao Qi?

"Old man, the little Qi you are talking about...couldn't it be old Mr. Qi Baishi?" Mr. He asked tentatively after guessing.

"Yeah, you guys know him too, right?" Xiao Chen laughed: "The old boy is quite good at drawing shrimps, but he always says that he is better at drawing portraits."

"..."

Everyone was speechless for a moment.

Old man, do you look down on Mr. Qi so much?

You actually threw all of his paintings in the grocery room?

Crazy!

"Old Huang, look at what you've done. I told you not to scare the children. It's just a few paintings. As for making such a fuss?" At this time, Xiao Chen also noticed that Huang Duoduo was crying. With red eyes, he immediately glared at Huang Lei and reprimanded him.

"I...I..." Teacher Huang was a little confused.

He knew the value of the old man's paintings very well, and was also annoyed that his child was playful and ignorant and damaged the old man's paintings, so he couldn't help but reprimand him a few words.

Unexpectedly, I was trained by the old man in turn.

"Grandpa, don't scold dad, it's Duoduo's fault." Huang Duoduo was very sensible and knew what he had done wrong, so he hurriedly stood up and apologized, pleading for Huang Lei.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen took a peevish look at Huang Lei: "Forget it this time, next time you bully children, I'll never end with you."

"I know... I know, old man." Huang Lei said bitterly.

Teacher He couldn't laugh or cry.

The audience in the live broadcast room laughed like crazy.

"Hahaha, happy to hear."

"Teacher Huang was trained daily."

"The old man is too cute."

"Duoduo is also cute, how can you reprimand Doduo, the old man did a good job!"

"Did everyone get the point wrong? It's Mr. Qi's painting."

"That's right, no matter what, that painting is indeed very precious... Alas, what a pity."

……

At this time, Xiao Chen said again: "Okay, let's all sit down and drink tea. Throw this painting back, I have already treasured and kept the paintings that really caught my eye. You can play with them as you like, and take them if you like." Go, just clean up the clutter in my house."

"Old man, this..." Huang Lei shook his head helplessly and said, "No matter what, I still have to pay you for this painting."

"..." Xiao Chen raised his head again and looked at Huang Lei.

Immediately, he pondered for a moment, stood up abruptly, and walked directly into the house.

"Old man, what are you going to do?"

"Hey, the old man is not angry, is he?"

Teacher He and the others panicked when they saw this, and hurriedly followed.

However, Xiao Chen went straight to the house and was rummaging through the boxes to find something.

The next moment, the old man pushed open a cabinet, and took out a large stack of old-looking calligraphy and paintings from behind.

What the hell!

Everyone was immediately stunned.

The audience in the live broadcast room were also dumbfounded.

"Fuck, it's not all antiques, is it?"

"The old man is too awesome, isn't he just throwing such a precious antique painting and calligraphy behind the cabinet?"

"Hahaha, the old man thinks it's messy, so he just stuffs it randomly, is it pure if you don't see it?"

"But what does the old man do now?"

"You don't really want to give it away, do you?"

"It's definitely not. It's probably because I'm afraid that these paintings will be damaged by the children again, so I want to take them out for safekeeping."

……

Everyone in the live broadcast room talked a lot.

However, Xiao Chen threw the large stack of calligraphy and paintings on the table in his arms.

"Old man, this is..." Mr. He looked at Xiao Chen with some doubts.

Xiao Chen pointed to the pile of calligraphy and painting and said: "You always say that these calligraphy and painting are valuable or something, but to me they are just a pile of sundries. Recently I also heard that there are many children whose life is very hard. I don’t have money to study, so according to me, no matter how hard or tired you are, you can’t hurt your children, so you find someone to dispose of my paintings, sell them for money, and give them to the children.”

Speaking of this, Xiao Chen looked at Huang Lei again: "Didn't you say you want compensation? Then just donate a little money and help the children with me."

"!!!"

After hearing this, everyone was instantly shocked on the spot.

It turns out that the old man is doing charity!