Madam, she's a full-time boss

When Gu Nan looked at Mr. Fu, his sharp eyes were also looking at her.

This is the girl in Yun Chen's eyes?

The appearance is quite aura, but it is a little too thin.

Apart from being pretty, he didn't see any superhuman beings, so why did he become so fascinated by Yun Chen?

"Nan Yi, you have met my mother, this is my old man." Fu Xi offered to introduce Gu Nanyi.

"Hello, Mr. Fu." Gu Nan greeted politely.

Mr. Fu took off the straw hat on his head, held it in his hand to fan himself, deliberately ignored Gu Nanyi, and said to the servant at home: "I'm almost thirsty after working all morning, pour me a cup of tea. "

"Wait a moment." The servant went to pour water immediately.

Being snubbed and ignored by Mr. Fu on the spot, Gu Nan looked calm, and there was no embarrassment in those calm and cold eyes.

Mr. Fu admired this calmness and composure.

Mrs. Fu glanced at Gu Nan.

"Sit down."

After Mrs. Fu sat down, Mr. Fu and the others also sat down.

At this time, the old man turned his eyes to Gu Nanyi.

"I heard that you will take the college entrance examination this year?"

"Yes."

"What school are you going to take?"

I asked her what school she was going to, mainly because she wanted to test how her academic performance was.

Gu Nan replied calmly: "Beijing University."

"Oh? Beijing University is the most difficult school in Huaguo. Are you confident that you will be admitted?"

Before Gu Nan could speak, Fu Yunchen said, "Nan Yi's grades are very good, and it should be no problem to win the first-class scholarship of Beijing University this year."

Brother Chen's light words attracted several eyes to look at him.

Mr. Fu took a sip of tea, and snorted coldly: "Do you think the first-class scholarship of Beijing University is a poverty alleviation fund? That is a scholarship that can only be obtained by the top three in the country. You mean that she can take the exam Enter the top three in the country?"

Fu Yin looked at Fang Jinzhu who was beside him: "My wife, you are a professor of Peking University, you have the most right to speak, what is the range of Peking University's top three scores all year round?"

Fang Jinzhu said: "Beijing University attracts top students from all provinces and cities in China. The top three can be said to be the best among the top students. The score has never been lower than 730 over the years."

Fu Xin also nodded in agreement: "The top three of our class are 742, 738, and 736. These three masters are also provincial champions from various provinces across the country."

Mr. Fu looked at Gu Nanyi mockingly: "If you want to get into the top three, your score should not be lower than 730 points. Do you think you can do it?"

"The score of 730 is still within the estimate." Gu Nanyi replied casually.

Her indifferent attitude combined with what she said gave off a very arrogant feeling.

Old Fu frowned and groaned inwardly.

Dare to say such big words, it really is too young.

It seems that she is just an ordinary girl, nothing special.

Fu Hao asked curiously: "Nan Yi, how about your test scores at school?"

Gu Nan said, "I didn't perform very well in the last two mock exams, so I only scored 745 points."

"How much?" Mr. Fu stretched his neck and looked at Gu Nanyi in shock.

745 points?He must have heard it wrong, it should be 457 points.

"You just said 745 points? The school's mock college entrance examination paper?" Fang Jinzhu also asked excitedly.

Gu Nan didn't look at Mr. Fu, put him aside, and said to Fang Jinzhu: "Last month was a mock test paper issued by the Nanjiang Provincial Department of Education."

Fang Jinzhu opened her mouth in surprise, her eyes changed from excitement to shock.

"Oh, the mock test papers of Nanjiang Province last month seemed to be on the local news in Nanjiang Province because the exam questions were too difficult. A friend of mine works in the Education Department of Nanjiang Province. He said that this set of test papers was made by several experts. It was formulated, so it is generally 30.00% more difficult than the previous ones. I have also read that set of papers online, especially the math papers are very difficult, and some knowledge points have not even been learned in high school.”

Fang Jinzhu is a professor of mathematics at the university, so she pays more attention to the mathematics papers.

"By the way, Nan Yi, how much did you pass the math test last time?"

Gu Nan said calmly: "Full marks."

Fang Jinzhu was stunned for a few seconds: "Is it a perfect score? Then your math should be very good. I once asked a student who was the best math student in our class to do that set of test papers. His score was 98."

Fu Xin's little face was full of surprise: "My God, my mother is taking master's and doctoral students. Even those who are math experts can get a wrong question. Sister Nan got a perfect score?"

Seeing that he was neglected by Gu Nanyi, Mr. Fu was shocked in his heart, but he refused to admit defeat on the face: "One must learn to be humble in order to make greater progress, and cannot be complacent."

Fu Yunchen let out a soft snort, and asked Fu Laodao: "How can I improve after getting full marks in the exam?"

Mr. Fu glared at his son angrily, and cursed in his heart, brat, you have a wife and forgot about your father, and you have eaten everything before marrying him back home, how can you pay off in the future?

"Hmph, there's no room for improvement if you get full marks in high school mathematics exams? University mathematics has entered another level of depth. Furthermore, mathematics is the foundation of many high-tech products in our country. broad."

After Fu Lao retorted angrily, his gray eyebrows raised provocatively.

"One day, if she can solve the answer to the "Muncy Conjecture", then she has really reached the pinnacle of human mathematics, but even Rong Tuo has been unable to do it for decades. You don’t have to think about it as a little girl, you should continue to study with an open mind.”

"Grandpa, it's Simon's conjecture." Fu Xin corrected him on the spot.

Old Fu's face froze suddenly, damn it, it's embarrassing.

He pretended to be calm and put the teacup in his hand heavily on the coffee table: "I'm not in mathematics, I can't remember the names of those foreigners."

With a playful smile in Fu Yunchen's eyes, he looked at Mr. Fu.

"Did you do any divination this morning?"

"What divination? Don't talk nonsense, kid." Mr. Fu pretended to lose his memory.

In front of outsiders, he didn't want to admit that he had such a hobby.

After all, after the reform and opening up, animals cannot become fine, and the banner of insisting on maintaining materialism cannot be overthrown.

Fu Yunchen didn't give Mr. Fu a chance to change the subject, and continued: "If you have done the divination, there should be a sentence written on the hanging sign: If there are too many words, there must be many shortcomings, so sign it."

Old Fu: ...

In the first game, the old man was completely defeated by his son.

Unconvinced, he changed his painting style in an instant.

"Little girl, do you have any other hobbies besides studying? For example, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

Gu Nan looked at Mr. Fu: "I have learned a little, but I don't think I am proficient enough."

Old Fu's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, heh, if you study well and have good medical skills, there is always something you don't know.

"It's not bad for young people nowadays to learn a little bit. I have a few famous paintings in my study. Let's go and take you to appreciate them."

Gu Nan asked in her heart: Can I not go?

If this old man wasn't Fu Yunchen's father, she would have turned around and left by now.

Hey, it's really hard to see the parents. Now she has experienced Fu Yunchen's helplessness when facing her grandfather.

Fu Xi, who was at the side, saw that the old man was clearly making things difficult for Gu Nanyi, so she said, "It's the first time Nanyi is a guest at home, why are you making it look like an exam?"

"That's right, Grandpa, don't embarrass Miss Nan, you look like a bad old man now."

Fu Xi and Fu Xin exposed the purpose on the spot, but Mr. Fu refuted for himself.

"Don't talk nonsense, I just want to communicate more with you juniors."

"Hehe, do you communicate like this?" Fu Xi sneered twice.

Elder Fu shot a warning look, and the latter immediately shut up.

Gu Nan stood up with a polite smile on his face.

"It is my honor to appreciate ancient famous paintings."

Old Fu chuckled, and glanced at Fu Xi and Fu Xin triumphantly.

"Did you hear that? The guests don't have any objections, so it's just the two of you talking nonsense."

Fu Xi looked at Gu Nan helplessly.

Gu Nanyi did not show the slightest sign of anger.

Fu Yunchen smiled meaningfully: "Then go and have a look."

Mr. Fu brought Gu Nanyi to his study.

The large study room is laid with high-quality huanghuali wood floors, and there are a row of mahogany display cabinets on three walls, one of which contains ancient books, and the other two rows of cabinets contain antique calligraphy and paintings such as.

Among them are goldware, jadeware, emerald agate, and wooden ornaments.

As soon as Gu Nan entered the door, she quickly glanced around. In her eyes, there were spiritual powers of various colors floating in this room, and a very strong sense of spiritual power indicated that there were high-quality jade stones in this room. .

Mr. Fu walked to the calligraphy and painting area, opened the glass cabinet, took out a few scrolls from the cabinet, turned around and walked to the mahogany desk.

Pick up a painting, slowly unfold it and spread it on the table.

Fu Hao spoke first: "This painting seems to be the "Ink Bamboo Picture" that you took from the Kyoto Museum the year before last."

"That's right, it's this painting. It's the authentic work of Qi Huangshan in the Song Dynasty."

"Qi Huangshan is what you admire the most, right? You have collected his authentic works over the years."

Mr. Fu admired his most satisfying work with a smile on his face.

"This ink painting of bamboo is the pinnacle of Qi Huangshan's work. This painting has accumulated his life's painstaking efforts. The essence of the painting has been removed. The bamboo is distinct and lifelike. It is definitely a treasure handed down from generation to generation."

Mr. Fu praised the painting a lot, and turned to look at Gu Nanyi.

"Since you said that you know everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, you should know Qi Huangyang's "Ink Bamboo Picture"?"

Gu Nan glanced at the painting on the desktop: "I know."

"I want to hear what you think of the painting."

Gu Nan smiled and said: "The summary you just read has already touched the essence of Qi Huangyang's "Ink Bamboo Picture", but it is not the painting in front of you."

The smile on Mr. Fu's face froze instantly: "Isn't it this painting? What do you mean?"

The corner of Gu Nan's mouth curled up slightly, and he looked at Mr. Fu with a smile on his face: "What you have in your collection is a fake."

"Boom!"

Fu Lao felt a thunder strike from the top of his head, and his whole body was shocked.

"You say it's a fake?"

Fu Yin said: "How is it possible? This was photographed in the Kyoto Museum, and it was personally authenticated by the archaeological experts of the Kyoto Museum."

"Hehe, little girl, it seems that you don't know calligraphy and painting at all. This painting is absolutely impossible to be a fake."

As soon as Gu Nan walked to the writing screen, he pointed to the seal where the signature was signed.

"Qi Huangyang's seal has a characteristic. In the Song Dynasty, imitations of famous calligraphy and paintings were very popular. Many people would use their own methods to verify their authenticity. Qi Huangyang has a characteristic. He loves carving on seals, so his seals are generally cumbersome and complicated. , in order to show that he is different, he will hide his surname in the seal, and the word "Qi" does not appear in this seal."

After listening to Gu Nanyi's analysis, Mr. Fu began to have doubts in his firm heart.

"Qi Huangyang does have the habit of hiding his surname in the seal, but this does not prove that my painting is fake. As far as I know, among his handed down works, the calligraphy and painting in his later years did not have the habit of hiding characters."

"That's because he got rid of this habit after resigning and returning to his hometown, but "Ink Bamboo Picture" was his work when he was re-elected as the prefect of Jingzhou."

Mr. Fu stopped talking immediately. According to the time calculation he knew, "The Painting of Ink Bamboo" was indeed the work of Qi Huangyang when he was in office. This painting caused quite a stir at the time.

"You can't conclude that it's a fake based on this. The experts in the Kyoto Museum are very strict in appraising calligraphy and painting, not to mention the works of a great writer like Qi Huangyang, they can't be sloppy."

"The hidden characters on the seal are just one of the ways to distinguish the authenticity. In fact, there is one of the most obvious fakes in this painting."

"Where?" Elder Fu asked curiously.

Gu Nan pointed to the time when the painting was signed.

"The adaptation of the creation of "Ink Bamboo Picture" was in June, when the bamboo shoots were mature. Qi Huangyang also created a heptadic poem called "Eating Bamboo Shoots" during the painting period, and the time when the painting was signed But it was in November, and I suspect that the object of this forgery is also a forgery, so I copied the wrong time.”

"How do you know that "The Picture of Ink Bamboo" was created by Qi Huangyang in June?"

"According to historical records, Qi Huangyang participated in the Gathering Pavilion Wenhaohui in Zhou Liangshan in July of the same year. At that time, the work he exhibited was "Ink Bamboo Picture", so the creation time of "Ink Bamboo Picture" can only be in the Yaji Pavilion. Before the Wenhao meeting."

At that time, she also participated in the Yaji Pavilion together with Zhang Chongming, and she had witnessed Qi Huangyang's "Ink Bamboo Painting" with her own eyes, so when she saw the time when the painting was signed, she immediately concluded that it was a fake.

"Although this painting is a fake, it is basically judged to be a work of the same period, and it still has a certain collection value."

Fu Lao had a gloomy face and said nothing.

He was secretly angry, and tomorrow he would go to the Kyoto Museum to verify the authenticity.

But according to Gu Nanyi's analysis, this painting might really be a fake.

At this time, Fu Yunchen who was on the side said, "Master, this painting is indeed a fake."

Mr. Fu looked at him: "She said it was a fake, so you just follow her. Why didn't you say it was a fake before?"

"Before, I was afraid that you would find it hard to accept."

"Hmph, aren't you afraid that I won't be able to accept it now?"

"Even if I don't tell you, you will still take it for personal identification. From the date of inscription to the seal, this painting is enough to judge that it is a fake. The experts in the Imperial Capital Museum may not know much about "Ink Bamboo Picture". After all, this painting is nearly a hundred years old. It is not rigorous enough to judge the authenticity based on some condiments, and it is normal for mistakes to occur.”

Elder Fu felt blocked.

He wanted to embarrass this girl with calligraphy and painting, but his most precious painting was identified as a fake on the spot. This was not only a loss of face, but also a loss of reason. Where should he put his old face?