The female CEO’s invisible security guard

Chapter 104 Mr. Pan’s Painting

It was dawn at [-]:[-] in the morning, but Lin Jian did not return to the Greentown high-rise. Instead, he drove to the East Lake Royal Garden, that is, home.

Mother Lin Jing always gets up very early and goes downstairs to visit the morning market at 04:30 every morning.

So, he returned home before Lin Jing went downstairs.

"Why are you back so early? Why are your clothes so dirty?"

Seeing Lin Jian come back from outside so early and still dirty, Lin Jing's heart skipped a beat. Is this kid causing trouble outside again?

"Mom, is it okay to live in the new building?"

Lin Jian said with a smile: "I'm dirty because I helped the boss move last night."

"What are you moving to tonight?"

Lin Jing obviously didn't believe it. This kid might have gone to fight somewhere again.

"It's really a moving house, Mom, I have to leave in a while, let's make some dumplings, I'm hungry for dumplings!"

Lin Jian smiled and took off his half-sleeves. He had to go home and pack some clothes.

"Did you get into trouble? Are you going to run away?"

Lin Jing's expression changed drastically. Why did this child suddenly want to eat dumplings?

It's so early in the morning, I'm dirty, I'm going to eat dumplings when I get back, it's obviously something.

Lin Jian couldn't laugh or cry: "Mom, where did you want to go? I work overtime in the company every day and don't fight anymore. Do you think I'm still a child? I'm busy with my career."

"Then you...then you..."

Lin Jing always felt that something was wrong.

"Okay, I'll take a shower and change clothes. You go ahead and make noodles. Make more noodles. I have to pack some to take away. The boss is willing to eat dumplings."

After saying that, Lin Jian found two pieces of clothes and got into the bathroom!

Lin Jing was doubtful and looked at the car keys and mobile phone that Lin Jian put on the table.

In fact, if you want to know if Lin Jian is going to run away, just look at his mobile phone.

However, since she was a child, her education method did not allow her to look at other people's privacy, even her own son's!

However, just as she sighed and went to make noodles, Lin Jian's cell phone suddenly rang!

Lin Jing's eyes lit up, and she seemed to know everything after answering the phone call!

At this time, Lin Jian also heard the ringtone of the mobile phone outside, so he shouted: "Mom, pick it up for me and ask who it is!"

"Oh, yes, yes."

Lin Jing quickly pressed the answer button.

"Xiao Linzi, you hide so well, you little dark horse has given us old guys some insight again!"

On the phone, Lao Wang from Yubaozhai started joking directly.

Lin Jing's heart was in her throat at this time!

The other party said that Lin Jian was hiding deeply.

What does it mean?

This kid must be in trouble.

"excuse me, you are?"

Lin Jing asked, suppressing the uneasiness in her heart.

"Ah? Why is it a woman? Isn't it Lin Jian's phone number?"

Over the phone, Lao Wang said in surprise.

"Yes, I am Lin Jian's mother. This child is in the bathroom. Who is he?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my surname is Wang, just tell him that Uncle Wang from Yubaozhai is looking for him."

"Wait a minute, what does Yubaozhai do?" Lin Jing asked quickly.

"Uh……"

Lao Wang was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said: "Yubao Zhai is a store I opened. It is located in the Wudaokou flea market. It mainly sells antiques, calligraphy and paintings, etc. Lin... If Mrs. Lin is interested, you can come and check it out. change."

"Oh, okay, Lin Jian will call you later!"

"Okay." Lao Wang hung up the phone.

At this time, Lin Jian had already heard the content of the phone call with his mind, so he took a shower quickly and was not in a hurry to ask.

Instead, Lin Jing shouted: "The other party said it was Uncle Wang from Yubaozhai and asked you to give him a reply. I went to make noodles. What kind of dumplings do you want to eat?"

<divclass="contentadv">"Look at the bag and do whatever you have at home."

"Okay, I happen to have a cabbage at home."

Lin Jing went to the kitchen, thinking about asking what was going on while making dumplings.

Does your son know someone who makes antique calligraphy and painting?And it seemed quite familiar. This was beyond her expectation.

Those who engage in antique calligraphy and painting must be literati, and only those with certain cultural background can do it.

Therefore, if Lin Jianzhen walked with these people, she would be happy.

Within five or six minutes, Lin Jian changed into half-sleeves and came out wearing big pants.

I also found my cell phone and called Lao Wang back.

Naturally, he didn't carry Lin Jing on his back, but leaned against the kitchen door.

The call was quickly connected, and Lao Wang said with a smile: "Xiao Linzi, you are a fiery-eyed Jinqing. Where did you learn your skills? That pipe actually has some background!"

"Really?" Lin Jian said in surprise.

"Of course, but come over quickly. We old guys are still here, waiting for you. Come over quickly, and then they have to go back to catch up on their sleep."

"By the way, Uncle Wang, have you read those four calligraphy and paintings?"

"Look, what are you doing with four useless calligraphy and paintings? Although one of them is a little older, it is also a modern painting, and it doesn't even have a name seal, so it has no collection value."

"Oh, then I want to know, who is Dayi?" Lin Jian suddenly asked.

"How do I know who your aunt is?"

Lao Wang said angrily: "What are you asking about?"

"Aren't you a calligrapher and painter? Have you never heard of Dayi's name?"

Lin Jian felt strange. It seemed that Dayi was not very famous!

"Auntie? Dayi?"

At this time, Lao Wang suddenly raised his voice.

"It's not my aunt's Yi, it's the Yi from the Summer Palace."

"What the hell? You mean this is... Mr. Pan's calligraphy and painting?"

Lao Wang was finally shocked at this time!

Among the top painters in modern times, Pan Lao has a place, and Pan Lao is famous for his flowers, birds, and landscapes. His paintings are very valuable for collection.

"I don't know who Dayi is, but if you find the bamboo leaf on the left, the third leaf from the lower left, take a look at it with a magnifying glass. It should be right. I can't go there in the morning. You guys can help me estimate the price. Then who wants to It’s up to whoever wants it, and the money will be transferred to my account.”

After speaking, Lin Jian hung up the phone without waiting for Lao Wang to speak.

In the Imperial Treasure House, Lao Gu and Lao Ji had already found the magnifying glass and magnified it on the bamboo leaf!

A seal printed in the bamboo leaf pattern appears!

If you don't look carefully, you can't see it even with a magnifying glass.

This painting has already captured the artistic conception and reached a high level!

The three of them gasped at this time.

This guy is a monster.

"This guy can find Mr. Pan's paintings. I don't believe him if he doesn't learn from his master!"

"I don't believe it either."

"This kid is evil, really evil."

"No one is here, let us estimate ourselves..."

Lao Wang smiled bitterly, this little devil and little dark horse really puzzled them.

"I accepted both."

Lao Ji, a big collector, never seems to be short of money. As long as it is genuine, he will accept it no matter how much it costs.

"As for the cigarette pouch, even if the jade is good and the cigarette pouch has some origins, it can only be regarded as a small item, costing seven to eight million yuan!" Mr. Gu began to talk about the price.

"But there is no way to price Mr. Pan's paintings. You also know that there are only more than 200 paintings left by Mr. Pan. There are no paintings of his circulating in the market. And everyone should also know that his "Plowing" "Let's Go" fetched nearly 2 million, "Infinite Scenery" fetched a high price of 2.87 million, and "Four Eagles on Pine and Stone" fetched 1.9 million. So there is really no way to estimate this."

Three old men, you look at me and I look at yours, because in the collection circle, the paintings by Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian are not as valuable as Mr. Pan’s.

So...so...the three old men were petrified on the spot!