I have crossed the [entertainment circle]

Many people in the auction today came for "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" and "Western Palace Banquet". They didn't expect that they all came back disappointed in the end. Therefore, no one stayed after the auction. Except for the guests who won the lot, the others left quickly. Seeing this, Jian Yanxi also stood up from his seat, and said to Liang Wenqing, "Are you leaving?"

"Not waiting for Anan?" Liang Wenqing was surprised.

"..." What a capricious manager, Jian Yanxi can almost imagine how crazy and worried Liang Wenqing would be if he said just now that he wanted to wait for Han Zhaonan to return to the apartment together, he was not sure how to make up for the two of them What about his love and hatred, but now that he said he had to leave first, he felt strange instead?Jian Yanxi was speechless, Liang Wenqing also felt that his reaction was a bit inappropriate after asking, touched his nose in embarrassment and whispered: "Don't you live together..."

If we live together, we must go back together?Jian Yanxi glanced at Han Zhaonan, and said, "He may have a follow-up tonight, let's first—" There was a pause.

"What's the matter?" Liang Wenqing was puzzled, and followed Jian Yanxi's eyes to look over, only to realize that Han Zhaonan had looked over at some point, and was waving at them vigorously, telling them to come over.

"Do you want to go there?" Liang Wenqing turned his head and asked.

Jian Yan raised his eyebrows in the west, glanced at Ming Chu with an unpredictable expression from the corner of his eye, and said with a half-smile: "Go, why don't you go?" As he spoke, he put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards Han Zhaonan and Ming Chu quite naturally went.

On the other side, Han Zhaonan saw that Jian Yanxi really came over obediently instead of turning around and leaving without paying attention to him at all, he couldn't help but feel relieved, the stone that was heavy in his heart before was removed at once, and when someone approached, he asked: " How did you come here?"

"Just take a look." Jian Yan smiled westward, looked at Ming Chu and asked, "Would you like to introduce me?"

Han Zhaonan grabbed a handful of hair, and when he was about to introduce himself, he heard Mingchu quickly introduced himself: "Hi, I'm Mingchu, we met just now."

"Really?" Jian Yan Ximian didn't change his face.

Mingchu stroked his hair in embarrassment: "You may have forgotten..."

The atmosphere between the two was a bit strange, and they were speechless for a while, when the staff of the auction house came over holding two big boxes one after the other, Mingchu was instantly transferred to the target, and said happily: "Draw Already!"

Everyone's eyes immediately shifted to the two boxes.

The host who presided over the auction just now was still wearing the cheongsam. Pingting walked over and said to Han Zhaonan with a smile: "Mr. Han, the one in the dark green box is Huaiyang's "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains". It is Chang Zidao's "Western Palace Banquet". After the two paintings are delivered, our auction house's obligations will be fulfilled, and congratulations on your acquisition of these two unparalleled collections."

Han Zhaonan nodded, first opened the dark green box, Mingchu spontaneously took out the "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" placed in it, and opened it, his face blushed with joy.Han Zhaonan turned to open the black box on the side and took out the "Western Palace Banquet" in it.

Mingchu noticed his movements from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but move in his heart. He glanced at Jian Yanxi, and found that Jian Yanxi's eyes had been on the painting since Han Zhaonan unfolded "The Banquet of the Western Palace", and couldn't help sneering in his heart. Thinking to himself what kind of calligraphy and painting this kind of celebrity with no background knows, I am afraid that he was dazzled by the price of 8000 million. It is a shame that Han Zhaonan actually bought it for him...

No!

If Han Zhaonan really gave this painting to Jian Yanxi, and 8000 million yuan was placed in front of him, who would be indifferent?Mingchu thought about it, and when he rolled his eyes, a smile instantly appeared on his face, he looked at Jian Yanxi with a smile and asked, "Does Yanxi like this "Western Palace Banquet" very much?"

Jian Yanxi was looking at the inscription on the painting, but after hearing the words, he moved his eyes away from the painting, glanced clearly, not quite sure what kind of medicine he was asking this question about, and was about to answer , but Mingchu over there couldn't wait to look up at Han Zhaonan, and said expectantly: "A'nan, I think Yanxi likes this painting, otherwise how about we give it to him? I have this painting "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" "I'm already very happy."

Han Zhaonan frowned instantly.

What does Mingchu mean by saying this, why does it feel so strange?It was as if he originally bought these two paintings for Mingchu, but now Mingchu is generous and gave up one for Jian Yanxi.

However, although he bought this "Western Palace Banquet" originally as a gift to Jian Yanxi, given the relationship between the two of them, it seems that it is not easy to give such an expensive painting, and Jian Yanxi may not accept it. Now Mingchu handed him a step. If he followed the trend and sent the painting out, it would be more natural.

Thinking of this, Han Zhaonan turned around slightly, facing Jian Yanxi and was about to follow Mingchu's words, but found that Jian Yanxi's brows were slightly wrinkled, his eyes were dark, and there was a smile that looked like a smile but not a smile at the corner of his mouth...

Very familiar scene...

The last time Jian Yanxi showed this expression, it seemed that he gave up on himself and didn't want to take care of the Han family's affairs. As a result, he was pressed on the sofa by Jian Yanxi, with his knees on his back, and a big bruise.

Han Zhaonan was startled, forgot what he was going to say for a moment, subconsciously blurted out to Jian Yanxi: "No, this painting was originally bought for you..." Han Zhaonan paused in his heart, and explained with difficulty He said: "Before I saw that you had been reading the history books of Beiyan, and you seemed very interested in this painting just now, so I bought it here as a gift for you."

"Bought it for me?" Jian Yan was taken aback for a moment, her originally calm brows loosened, and said, "I thought..."

He thought it was true what Mingchu said, Han Zhaonan really spent more than [-] million today just to buy two paintings for Mingchu.If this is the case... Jian Yanxi sneered in his heart, thinking that if Han Zhaonan really dared to be so prodigal, he would naturally have to show him some color.But now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, Jian Yanxi instantly understood the purpose of what Mingchu said just now, and turned to look at Mingchu whose face was constantly changing between blue and white, and said lightly: "So that's how it is."

Mingchu was slapped on the face by Han Zhaonan, and he almost wanted to turn around and leave immediately. He barely held back and laughed hard: "Really... I thought Anan..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his eyes dimmed in an instant, and he looked very sad. If Han Zhaonan would have come to comfort him immediately in the past, but now Han Zhaonan has no time to take into account his emotions, and directly handed "West Palace Banquet" Gave Jian Yanxi.

"..." Seeing Jian Yanxi take the painting calmly, Mingchu's eyes turned red.

In the past, Han Zhaonan treated him meticulously and took care of his emotions all the time, why did he slap him in the face for this brief statement now? !But a third-rate star, who started to be a trainee at the age of 16, even went to a third-rate school after becoming an entertainer in college, and randomly found a third-rate school with a mixed degree. What kind of antique calligraphy and painting do he know? !Thinking of this, Mingchu felt more and more annoyed, and forced a smile on his face: "Anan is really caring. But does Yanxi like the history of Beiyan very much? This Mr. Chang Zidao used to be the crown prince, and then he resigned and returned home. Hometown, loves the mountains and fields, and has just become a generation of masters. I wonder which painting of Mr. Zidao Yanxi likes the most?"

Hmph, don't say it's "West Palace Banquet"!

Jian Yanxi glanced at Mingchu with a half-smile, as if looking at a clown. Mingchu's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt something was wrong, so he just listened to Jian Yanxi and said, "Mr. Chang Xuan is indeed Beiyan's well-deserved Mr. Ming is a master of the country, but Mr. Ming is wrong about one thing. He did not achieve his son Mr. Dao’s masterpiece through the ages after he resigned from office and returned to his hometown. The "Lady Picture" he made in the Golden Palace when he was 30 years old It is the pinnacle of his talent and reputation. However, that painting "Ladies" is now in the Palace Museum collection, and even if Mr. Ming is interested in collecting it, he probably won't be able to buy it."

"Really?" Mingchu forced a smile.

But Jian Yanxi changed the subject and said: "Although Mr. Chang Zi Dao Chang is a master of the Northern Yan Dynasty, his reputation in calligraphy and painting is far inferior to that of Huaiyang in the Western Han Dynasty. You can harvest a picture of Huaiyang today. "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is pretty good, but..."

Han Zhaonan was engrossed in listening, he paused and asked, "But what?"

Jian Yanxi took a look at Han Zhaonan: "You don't see anything wrong with this "Travel of Mountains and Rivers"?"

Han Zhaonan rubbed his chin. He did see some strange things when viewing the painting before, and said: "There is nothing wrong with the painting, it is indeed Huaiyang's brushwork. But the inscription in the lower right corner..."

The face of the host who had been standing quietly by the side changed.

"That's right, although this painting is not signed by Huaiyang, there is no doubt that it was written by Huaiyang, but the song "Moon on the West River" inscribed on the lower right corner of the long scroll is very problematic."

Liang Wenqing, who was on the side, heard the words and took a closer look, and read in a low voice: "... Hengli wrote poems, went up to the building to compose poems, everything is snowy in the sky; Jiangliu is like this, Fanglai still has Yingjie..." After reading, he turned his head and looked at Jian Yanxi asked strangely, "What's wrong with this inscription?"

Jian Yanxi glanced at Mingchu who was restless, and Fang smiled and said: "Although this "Moon on the West River" looks like Huaiyang's handwriting, it is not written by Huaiyang at all—this "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is not written by Huaiyang at all. It’s just a fragment of the scroll. Although Huaiyang finished the painting back then, he hadn’t had time to inscribe or write the words, and this poem..."

"It was inscribed by later generations imitating Huaiyang's handwriting." Han Zhaonan also nodded and said, "If it weren't for that, this "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" should be the finale of today's auction."

Mingchu's heart sank, and the painting in his hand that he loved before turned into a slap in the face in an instant. His throat was dry, but the host next to him had to speak, and forced a smile: " What the two gentlemen are talking about is indeed a question that everyone is wondering about in "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains". However, the handwriting of this song "Xijiang Moon" is almost exactly the same as that of Mr. Huaiyang's previous works. It was made up by later generations, so..."

Jian Yanxi shrugged: "Maybe, this is just our guess." He looked at Ming Chu with a smile, raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't worry about it, Mr. Ming. Maybe we guessed wrong? Let’s take a step back, even if this is a painting that has been destroyed, it’s worth the 4000 million photos.”

Mingchu pinched the scroll with his white fingers, and said with a smile: "I've been studying Huaiyang recently, but I'm just studying his brushwork and inscriptions. I don't really care about it..."

"That's good." Jian Yanxi raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "That's good."

In the car.

Han Zhaonan looked strangely at Jian Yanxi who closed his eyes and rested, and finally couldn't help asking: "How do you know that there is something wrong with the inscription on "The Map of Mountains and Rivers"?"

"I can tell." Jian Yanxi said lightly, "That's not Huaiyang's handwriting at all."

The most important point is that the person who wrote the inscription on "Jiangshan Tu" is Jian Linyuan.

That kid was only 15 years old back then, already a deep obsessive-compulsive disorder patient, and got the Huaiyang painting by chance, but it was a fragment, the blank in the lower right corner tormented him for a long time, and Huaiyang was not his favorite Everyone, so a few days later, he imitated Huaiyang's handwriting in that painting and mentioned a poem about Xijiangyue...

Gee.

A good painting was ruined for nothing.

"I don't see that you have researched in this area..." Han Zhaonan muttered and glanced at Jian Yanxi: "When did you learn it?"

Jian Yanxi opened his eyes, turned his head and was about to speak, but when he saw Han Zhaonan's golden hair under the light in the car, he felt a little irritable in an instant, frowned and said: "It's still early, go and give your hair to me." cut."

Han Zhaonan looked confused: "What?"

"The hair was cut and dyed back to black." Jian Yanxi frowned: "You are working in Chongming now, and your position is still vice president. What does it look like with yellow hair every day? And didn't you promise your grandpa to dye your hair back before?" ? Although you don’t need to be obedient to him, but this time you can enter Chongming entirely because of him, so what’s the matter if you turn your face and deny him?”

"Why didn't I hear you so much before?" Han Zhaonan had been wearing this golden hair for several years, and he didn't want to change it at all, and said: "I have been working in Chongming for more than half a month, and there have been no problems... ..."

wrong.

and many more.

Thinking of this, Han Zhaonan looked at Jian Yanxi suspiciously. He had stayed in Chongming for more than ten days and Jian Yanxi didn't say that he would get his hair done. Why did he suddenly have such an idea today?Han Zhaonan instantly remembered Mingchu who had the same hair color as him in the auction venue just now, this person could not be...

Are you jealous?

Han Zhaonan's heart moved, thinking of what Wang Ying said to him before, sure enough, Jian Yanxi likes him?Otherwise, how could he live in his house by himself? He has no opinion at all, and he will be angry when he sees someone dyed the same hair color as him!In retrospect, his attitude towards Mingchu in the auction house just now was also very strange, a little too aggressive.

A smile subconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth, Han Zhaonan sat down in the driver's seat with leisure, coughed and started the car and said, "That's right, it's also good to dye it back." Anyway, he didn't want to run around with the same hair as Mingchu.

No way, he is so caring.

Besides, if he doesn't dye his hair back, Jian Yanxi will be blown up, and he will definitely keep fighting with him, lose his temper, and maybe even fight!Forget it, he's a frail scholar and it's not easy to argue with a martial artist like him.

That night, Han Yuliang's apartment.

Mingchu's face turned pale with anger, and he threw the wooden box containing "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" to the ground, and said angrily: "That bitch Jian Yanxi! And Han Zhaonan! Hit me in the face on purpose! What is Huaiyang's famous painting, The result is simply a fragment!"

Han Yuliang slowly picked up the wooden box from the ground, and said helplessly, "Don't be angry, this is nearly 5000 million anyway, and Han Zhaonan gave it to you without blinking, which shows that you still hold an important place in his heart." of."

"What's the use of being heavy?" Mingchu said impatiently, "It's not the heaviest!"

"What do you want to be the most important thing in his heart?" Han Yuliang smiled, stepped forward and hugged Mingchu's waist, half hugged him on the sofa and said, "Is it okay to be the most important thing in my heart?"

Mingchu was originally angry, but when he heard this, his heart softened, his hair rubbed against Han Yuliang's chin, and he said extremely dependently: "I'm just not convinced..."

Obviously Han Zhaonan liked him so much at the beginning, but now he changes as he says.

Han Yuliang smiled when he heard the words, a trace of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, but it was a pity that Mingchu couldn't see it with his back turned to him, and said, "When did this Jian Yanxi and Han Zhaonan get in touch?"

"I don't know." Han Yuliang shook his head, rubbed his fingers against the back of Mingchu's fair hand, and said, "If you hadn't told me today, I wouldn't have known when Han Zhaonan had adopted such a starlet again, and he seemed to be deeply involved , I just don’t know if I can use it…”

His tone was thoughtful, as if he was saying that if he could take advantage of it, he would contact him. Mingchu instantly remembered Jian Yanxi's monstrous face, and didn't want any possibility of Han Yuliang meeting him at all, hurriedly said "It's definitely not possible! Han Zhaonan is so kind to him, and now the two of them are still living together. They even go to work in Chongming for him. I don't know how much to spoil him. It's fine if Jian Yanxi agrees after you go, but if you don't agree , isn’t it scaring the snake?” Mingchu raised his head and said unhappily, “Can’t I help you?”

"Yes, of course I can. I'm just thinking about it. I just don't know if Jian Yanxi will be a variable. If our plan falls short because of this person's intervention, it will be difficult to attack Han Zhaonan."

"Probably not, just an ordinary star in the entertainment industry."

"His performance is not ordinary." Han Yuliang said: "Before he was stepped into the mud because of the tracking door incident, but he turned around in an instant a month later. Mu Sheng Xinghai, who was against him, was more or less criticized by the people. Criticism, this person is definitely not simple."

According to Mingchu's description, Jian Yanxi's performance in the auction today is also quite amazing, definitely not a fool.

Such a person appeared beside Han Zhaonan.Han Yuliang thought for a while and said, "Let's act as soon as possible, otherwise things will change."

"Have you discussed with Uncle Han?"

"I haven't said it yet, Mom is laying the groundwork, so I plan to tell him in the next two days."

Mingchu hesitated a bit: "Will Uncle Han agree? After all, Han Zhaonan is his own son. Although he hates him, he doesn't seem to be able to do this? We will tell him when the time comes, but he doesn't agree. Then we will not fall short. Is it? Or wait until we get Han Zhaonan down first, and then tell Uncle Han, when he doesn't want to, he has to do it."

"No, you don't know him." Han Yuliang shook his head and said, "What he cares most about in his life is the contest with his uncle, and it has always been a knot in his heart that his uncle has more shares in the Han family than he does. That [-]% coveting is definitely much more powerful and crazy than ours, but it's just that we haven't done it because of our feelings, and this time we hold the fruit in front of him for him to eat, and he can't refuse."

Seeing that Chu Ming was still dissatisfied, Han Yuliang continued: "But if we cut it first and play it later, although he will still eat the fruit in the end, he will inevitably leave a bad impression on me and my mother. The gain outweighs the loss."

The most important thing is that Han Yi is Han Zhaonan's biological father. He is Han Zhaonan's only first-in-line heir legally.

And to ensure that Han Yi won't turn to hate them after benefiting, he must be allowed to participate in the whole process.

Thinking of this, Han Yuliang sighed in his heart, and didn't bother to explain so much to Mingchu. With a slight movement of his thin lips, he stuck to Mingchu's cheek. Hou Mingchu took a deep breath: "Liang..."

Han Yuliang smiled, his lips slid down his shoulders, and the room was full of fragrance.