Lu Shaotian's wife is spoiled

Chapter 417 What has he done? 2 in 1

When Lu Siyu came out of the gallery, he received a call from Chen Qinghe.

"Are you crazy? Why did you leave before the wound healed?"

Lu Siyu glanced at the gauze oozing yellow pus with his lightly downcast eyes, "I have something to do."

"When did it matter so much?"

"It's nothing, just find someone to settle the bill with Qiuhou."

As soon as Chen Qinghe heard his words, he knew immediately, and immediately frowned, "Did you go to Han Shangjing to settle the score?"

"Ah."

"Take it easy, no matter how bad that is, she's still Gu Nian's real mother..."

"Don't worry, I have the numbers."

Chen Qinghe curled his lips, once something happened to Gu Nian, this master would not count.

"Tell me first, what did you do to him?"

"It's nothing..." Lu Siyu said lightly, "I just poured hot oil all over her."

"..."

Chen Qinghe pinched the center of his brows with a face full of headaches - fine, as long as no one is killed.

Besides, what Lu Siyu did can be regarded as "returning the other's way, and giving back to him", which is very fair.

"Is the injury on your hand okay now? What's the situation now?" Chen Qinghe asked with a worried expression.

"It's all right."

Hearing this, Chen Qinghe rolled his eyes in disbelief. It's only been a day, and this master ran out to make troubles. If there is nothing at all, it's really hell.

"I asked you how? Is there any leakage from the wound?"

"Ah."

Chen Qinghe helped his forehead——Sure enough!

This is where the wound started to get worse!

"You go back to the hospital immediately!"

"understood."

Lu Siyu nodded, then hung up the phone.

"Master Jiu, are you going to the hospital?" Jiang Hai subconsciously glanced at the gauze wrapped around Lu Siyu's arm, and asked.

Lu Siyu didn't answer but instead asked, "Where is Gu Nian now?"

Jiang Hai was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly replied, "Today there is a gathering of old calligraphy and painting friends, and the young lady was invited to attend."

Lu Siyu couldn't help frowning, "What is that?"

"Actually, it's not a formal party, it's just organized by dozens of calligraphy and painting enthusiasts. It happens at this time of year every year. This time, the young lady happened to catch up..."

"Who is there?"

"There is Ai Muqing, Mr. Ai, the young lady he invited. I have someone check it out. Over the years, the two have gotten very close because of calligraphy and painting. Most of the copies of Mrs. Ai's paintings were drawn by Mr. Ai. Collected..."

"There are also Zhao Yunfeng, the former president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, and Xie Yunting, the vice president..."

But before Jiang Hai finished speaking, Lu Siyu frowned immediately, "Xie Yunting? Xie Linxiao's father?"

"Yes."

Lu Siyu's brows frowned suddenly, and after a long while, he raised his eyes to look at Jiang Hai, and said in a low voice, "We're going too."

"The hospital over there..."

"Let's talk later."

"……Yes."

……

Calligraphy and Painting Association Hall.

Today happened to be Sunday, so, taking advantage of the Painting and Calligraphy Association's holiday, several painting and calligraphy lovers took advantage of this time to hold a party.

Because they were all congenial, the atmosphere at the scene was very enthusiastic, and they chatted together in twos and threes after a while.

Among them, Ai Lao, who is highly respected, is naturally the most lively.

"Where did Ai Lao get this painting?"

"Is it real?"

"That's not right, the paper is wrong."

"Is it refurbished?"

"I also think it's a refurbishment. It's impossible to draw such a realistic painting..."

Ai Muqing and Ai Lao Na felt complacent seeing the crowd discussing with each other around him.

Xie Yunting loved Tang Yin's paintings the most, so when he saw Mr. Ai taking out his 'treasure', he immediately rushed over.

But even if he looked at it for a long time, he couldn't tell whether the painting was a refurbishment or a copy.

This level is almost comparable to the real one, which simply made him amazed.

Seeing that his appetite had dropped enough, Mr. Ai announced the answer.

However, when they heard that the painting was a copy, everyone was even more amazed and shocked.

"Really? Is it a copy painting? Mr. Ai, are you kidding me?"

Ai Muqing shook her head triumphantly, "Am I kidding? It was made by a little friend of mine. She happened to be in the capital these few days, so I called her here, and I'll introduce you to her later... ..."

Hearing this, the crowd suddenly boiled.

In fact, for people like them who are obsessed with ancient paintings, most of the paintings are sealed up in major national museums or famous families. It is almost impossible for them to hang them at home for their own viewing.

Therefore, the profession of copyist was derived from this.

It's just that everyone has extremely high requirements for the profession of copyists. It doesn't mean that you can copy.

Drawing a portrait is just the most obvious and basic step.

What is needed is precision, so accurate that it can almost be faked.

And looking at the painters in the copying world today, there are very few who can reach this level.

Even if there were, most of their masterpieces were snatched up by others, and it was not their turn at all.

However, they have heard that in recent years, Ai Lao's collection has soared, and there are so many famous paintings in his hands that make people greedy, and all of them are like this kind of paintings that are almost fake!

It seems that it should have come from the so-called "little old friend" in Ai Lao's mouth.

Xie Yunting's face was full of excitement, and he looked towards the door from time to time, obviously he couldn't wait to meet this miraculous imitator.

However, at this moment, a slender and beautiful figure appeared in the hall.

The people who were still chatting in full swing subconsciously looked at this beautiful little girl who suddenly appeared, and guessed which old friend's granddaughter this was...

However, only Xie Yunting's face darkened.

He naturally recognized Gu Nian.

It's just that he doesn't know how Gu Nian appeared here...

Could it be that he came to get close to him?

Xie Yunting couldn't help but sullen face—thought he could please him by just pretending?

joke? !

Is he so worthless?

"Nian girl, this way!"

But at this moment, Ai Muqing suddenly waved at Gu Nian excitedly, and then quickly walked towards Gu Nian.

"Old Ai..."

"Come, come, come..." Mr. Ai immediately led Gu Nian to the front of the crowd, then raised his chin proudly, "This is the little old friend I mentioned to you just now—Ji Nian .”

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other when they heard this, and soon surrounded Gu Nian with bright eyes.

"Miss Ji! So it's you..."

"Miss Ji, we met at the Appraisal Conference a few days ago..."

"Miss Ji..."

Seeing everyone chattering, Gu Nian couldn't hear what everyone was saying, so he could only listen to them one by one, and then say hello, that would be a favor.

At this time, Xie Yunting was squeezed out of the crowd with a dazed expression.

Then a few seconds later, he reacted belatedly——

Could it be that the "Chess on Double Screen" that he tore up before...

Is it really from the hand of Gu Nian?

Then he...

Xie Yunting only needs to think that such a difficult and scarce treasure copying painting will be torn up by himself!

He really has the heart to die!

……

"Nian girl, can you help me draw this painting by Ai Lao too?! In terms of remuneration, don't worry, I will give you three times the market price!"

"Nian girl, and me! I want a pair of Zheng Banqiao's "Autumn Chrysanthemum and Aoshuang Picture". I will pay five times the price."

"And I……"

"And I……"

Seeing that everyone started to chatter again, Gu Nian was a little dumbfounded.

This copy painting is not the radish and cabbage that can be seen everywhere on the street. It takes at least a week to copy the simplest copy of a masterpiece like this.

If it is more complicated, such as "Chess on Double Screen", it will take at least three months.

It's just that Gu Nian's energy is limited now, so he doesn't copy such complicated ones much anymore.

Moreover, over the years, she has gradually gained her own insights and attainments in calligraphy and painting, all of which are created by herself.Therefore, she actually doesn't touch copying paintings much on weekdays.

But at this time, seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Mr. Ai suddenly became unhappy, "Shut up, everyone!"

For a while, everyone stopped in unison, and looked at Ai Lao with a blank expression.

"I invited others to come and play, I'm not doing hard labor for you!"

As he said that, he waved his hand at everyone, "It's all gone, it's all gone, don't disturb me talking to girl Nian."

But those who can sneak into the party are old fritters, and you will know what Ai Lao means when you hear it.

Although everyone felt a little bit reluctant, they still resisted and dispersed.

"Don't pay attention to them, a bunch of young children!" Ai Lao said with a serious face.

Gu Nian couldn't help laughing, "I know they all like ancient paintings, otherwise, I still have a few copied works, Mr. Ai, let all the uncles have a look, do you like it?"

"That won't work. I have to keep some good things for myself."

Gu Nian smiled helplessly, "Okay, if you like it, you can keep it for yourself."

But at this time, to pay attention to the people here from a distance is called envy and hatred.

They were all annoyed why they didn't have some friendship with Gu Nian.

To save any good things from being snatched by Ai Lao alone.

"Hey, do you know if Miss Ji has a boyfriend? I happen to have a young son..."

"I have a nephew..."

"I have a grandson..."

Seeing that everyone was rushing to have a relationship with Gu Nian, some people couldn't stand it any longer.

"Okay, okay, let's all live in peace, Miss Ji is married!"

"What a pity!"

"You got married so early..."

Everyone chattered to express their inner regrets, and Xie Yunting, who was on the side, was skeptical about life.

He immediately coughed lightly and said, "I heard that she is divorced..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces were filled with excitement, "Really? That's great! I want to introduce my eldest grandson to Miss Ji..."

"You step aside first, I said first, let my youngest son come first."

Seeing that everyone was about to quarrel again, Xie Yunting said hastily, "Not only is she divorced, but she also gave birth to a child, with a pair of twins..."

For a moment, everyone's eyes were on Xie Yunting's head.

"That's even better, I'll hug my grandson and granddaughter directly!"

Xie Yunting was full of disbelief, "Are you crazy? This... this is too..."

"What age is it, Yun Ting, your thinking is too old!"

"That's right, that's right, people like Miss Ji, there are people rushing to get them!"

"Old Xie, don't be just right, you have lost a competitor!"

"Yes, yes! Don't rob us..."

Xie Yunting was in a daze when he heard everyone whispering about how to go up and introduce his children and grandchildren to Gu Nian tactfully.

He was so dazed that he even began to think about whether he was wrong...

And just when Xie Yunting was doubting his life, he suddenly heard someone talking about "Chess on the Double Screen", he blinked his eyes and came back to his senses.

"I heard that Miss Ji has a copy of "Chess Playing on the Double Screen" in her hand. It is very valuable!"

"I've also heard that the original copy of "Chess on Double Screen" is also in her hands, and it could have been sold for 5000 million at the beginning, so this copy painting has also risen with the tide."

"That's right, for such a complicated painting, it takes at least half a year to draw one. Very few copyists are willing to take this effort..."

"It's a masterpiece..."

The more Xie Yunting listened, the more he felt cold.

That copy of "Chess Playing on Double Screen"...

Was it the one he tore in half and threw into the trash can?

Xie Yunting subconsciously covered his chest, feeling a little stuffy and out of breath.

What evil has he done? !

……