Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

Hearing these compliments, Xia Qingqing was happier than if she had earned a million. As for holding an art exhibition, she would have to ask Lang Yue and Jiang Han first. If they said it was okay, she would do her best to organize a grand art exhibition for Xiaoyu.

The exhibition was a great success and was widely reported by television stations and newspapers. Beijing also took the initiative to contact Jiang Han and invited him to hold an exhibition there. Other cities also extended olive branches.

The media all call Jiang Han a famous young painter, praising him as a rising star in the painting world who will surely shine in the future.

Many words of praise were given to Jiang Han. The great success of this exhibition gave Jiang Han's painting career an excellent start. He basically established himself in the domestic painting world.

Xiaoyu also showed some talent and was noticed by many seniors. He was also praised in the newspapers, saying that he was a gifted young man with great talent, his paintings were very spiritual, and he was a rare genius in the painting world.

At the end of the exhibition, two uninvited guests arrived.

Xia Qingqing was there that day. She would come around almost every day just to hear people praising Xiaoyu.

The uninvited guest was a gray-haired middle-aged woman wearing tattered clothes, with a hunched back and a face full of wrinkles. She was supported by a young man in his early twenties.

The young man was wearing new clothes, but the style was very old-fashioned. The two men were brought here by someone.

The person who brought them here was Zhou Panfei, a beautiful woman and also Jiang Han's rival.

"Comrade Jiang Han, what a coincidence! I just came back from another trip and ran into your mother and brother at the train station. I asked them if they knew the painter Jiang Han. They looked so pitiful, so I brought them here so that you and your son can be reunited. You're welcome!"

Although Zhou Panfei had a smile on his face, his words were sarcastic and soon attracted many reporters.

The biological mother and younger brother of the famous painter did not even know the address of their own son and brother, and they were dressed like beggars. Jiang Han is a famous painter, how could he let his mother and brother live such a miserable life?

"Han'er, I finally found you. This is your brother, Baogen. Hurry up and call him big brother."

Seeing her eldest son with such imposing manner, Jiang's mother was stunned for a moment, then she rushed over in ecstasy and hugged Jiang Han and cried.

Bao Gen looked at Jiang Han with envy. This elder brother of his whom he had never met was so rich. The windbreaker he wore was obviously a high-end product and he looked more stylish than the mayor.

"Big brother!"

Baogen shouted enthusiastically. He didn't want to go back to his hometown and wanted to stay with his elder brother and live a good life.

Jiang Han had calmed down. He broke away from his mother in disgust, took a few steps back, and said to Zhou Panfei in a cold voice: "Thank you Comrade Zhou, I will repay you in the future."

Jiang Han emphasized the word "repay".

This woman had bad intentions and wanted to make fun of him. He had always been a vengeful person, and he would definitely pay her back double.

"You're welcome, Jiang Han, your mother and brother look like they're not doing well!"

Zhou Panfei asked deliberately, his eyes filled with malice and a gloating look of someone who was watching a good show.

The reporters were also waiting for Jiang Han's answer. If a famous painter could not even fulfill the most basic filial piety, it meant that there was a big problem with his character. A person with such bad character was absolutely not qualified to hold an art exhibition, and they would not promote such a person.

Jiang Han also knew this. Even though he felt extremely disgusted and didn't want to acknowledge this mother, he couldn't show it in front of the media, otherwise all his efforts over the years would be in vain.

"My mother remarried when I was young. I was only six years old at the time. I have never seen my mother since then, and I have never met my younger brother. If I knew that my mother and younger brother were not doing well, I would definitely not ignore it."

Jiang Han answered with a smile and gave his mother and brother a warning look.

"Han'er, I'm sorry for you, but there's nothing I can do. I'm not living well and can't support you. I've remarried and the food rations at home can still support you. There's really nothing I can do..."

Jiang's mother sobbed and expressed her helplessness, her tears streaming down her face, looking very pitiful.

She spoke in her hometown dialect, which many people could not understand, but there were also people from Jiang Han's hometown among the crowd who acted as temporary translators.

Everyone originally thought that she was too cruel to abandon her six-year-old child and walk away, but now they feel that Jiang's mother had no choice, and she had to remarry in order to feed her son.

What great maternal love!

Jiang Han sneered secretly. When his mother remarried, she took away most of the family's food rations and only left him some sweet potatoes and a few pounds of rice. He was so hungry that he ran to the mountains to dig wild yams, catch field mice and frogs and roast them to eat. Occasionally, a villager would give him a bowl of rice, and that's how he survived.

He suppressed his nausea and said to his half brother, "Today is my art exhibition. We can talk about housework when we get home. Don't worry, I couldn't find you before, but now that you've found me, I will definitely not ignore you. You must have worked hard on the way. Haven't you eaten yet? Use this money to eat first, and then go to the guesthouse to get a room to rest. I'll pick you up after the art exhibition is over."

He couldn't say "Mom" anymore.

When they saw the money, Baogen and Jiang's mother's eyes lit up with greed, and they reached out to take the money together.

However, Jiang's mother was old after all, and her reaction was not as quick as her son's, so the money was taken away by Baogen.

Jiang's mother looked at her youngest son with dissatisfaction, but Baogen pretended not to see it, stuffed the money into his pocket, and smiled at Jiang Han, "Brother, I'll take Mom to dinner, you go do your thing."

"Go ahead, I'll come find you later."

Jiang Han forced a smile.

Baogen dragged Jiang's mother away. He was almost starving. When they went to the restaurant, he wanted to order a big bowl of braised pork, a braised fish, and a full bowl of rice. After eating, he would go to a high-end hotel to get a room and enjoy himself.

After the mother and son left, Jiang Han finally breathed a sigh of relief and said to the reporters: "Thank you very much to Comrade Zhou Panfei for her help. It reunited our family. Otherwise, I really don't know where my mother and brother are. I was only six years old at the time and didn't know anything. Fortunately, Comrade Zhou Panfei, I will thank her in the future!"

He smiled at Zhou Panfei, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

"You're welcome, we are friends!"

Zhou Panfei secretly cursed Baogen and his mother for being so foolish that they were bribed with such little money, making her efforts go to waste.

The reporters were also not satisfied. They wanted to see a drama of mother-son conflict or brothers quarreling with each other, but Jiang Han did not make any noise, which disappointed them greatly.

They didn't believe that Jiang Han would really let bygones be bygones and be filial to a cruel mother who had abandoned her son and ignored him for twenty years, so the reporters planned to keep an eye on Jiang Han's family, as there would definitely be big news later.

The exhibition ended successfully and Jiang Han breathed a sigh of relief, but when he thought of Jiang's mother and Bao Gen, he felt sick again.

The guests all left, and the huge exhibition hall became deserted.

"Don't worry. It's easy to deal with your mother and brother who are greedy for money. At most, you can give them money and ask them to go back to their hometown and not come to Shanghai to disturb you." Lang Yue comforted.

He feels that if it can be solved with money, it is not a big problem.