Pinching the waist to lure pets: Madam, she has slaughtered the world again

Chapter 30 The Master of Chinese Painting
Yu Nian kept her phone in her bag all the time, and she didn't hear the phone ring.

When Yuan Jin stood in front of him and stared at him, a guilty expression appeared on his face.

Raising his hand and touching his nose, Yu Nian said, "Is the phone out of battery?"

Yuan Jin glared at her, "I'm old, am I just stupid, yesterday I just said that I would drive with me today."

"Look now, dogs can bully you!"

Yuan Jin looked around at the guests who were not watching the show, and finally cast his ferocious gaze on Song Jin's head.

Even if the latter didn't recognize Yuan Jin, the aura on his body shrank his head in fright.

On the other hand, Yu Nian couldn't help raising the corners of his lips after hearing this.

The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and after asking the waiter next to her for a glass of orange juice, she turned around and apologized to him.

"I shouldn't come here alone, are you hungry? The banquet is about to begin."

Yuan Jin's biggest hobby is not painting, but eating.

Yu Nian had a deep understanding of this when he was young.

Who would have thought that this little old man, who usually looks at him with a strict eye, would actually move his family to the next door to the Yu family for the sake of a bite to eat.

Just because there is a pastry chef in Yu's family who makes pastries that suit his taste, he would come to Yu's house every day under the pretext of teaching her how to draw.

When he came, he hid in the study and waited for Yu Nian to bring the pastry upstairs. He ate the pastry while Yu Nian stood at the desk and drew.

Thanks to Yu Nian's talent, he could get through it with just a few clicks.

It never bothered him all these years.

Whether it was before or now.

Yuan Jin still hasn't changed.

As soon as he heard that there was something to eat, his eyes lit up immediately.

But in order not to be too obvious, he coughed lightly and glared at Yu Nian, "Stinky girl, you're talking nonsense again!"

Yu Nian saw through his little thoughts, smiled and said nothing.

On the contrary, Mrs. Zhao's family recognized this little old man who had been traveling all over the world.

"Teacher Yuan?"

Xu is still a little unsure. After all, Yuan Jin is a national master of traditional Chinese painting, and many people can't pay to see him.

Mrs. Zhao was lucky enough to meet him once. Yuan Jin had a serious face at that time, which was very different from his current appearance.

Yuan Jin turned his head and glanced at the other party upon hearing the sound, but he didn't recognize him and just nodded to say hello.

Seeing that he was really Yuan Jin, Mrs. Zhao stepped forward immediately, "I didn't expect it was really you, and you came to attend the old lady's birthday?"

Yuan Jin shook his head, he turned his head to look at Fu Yizhi, and hummed softly, "I'm here to deliver something."

As soon as he finished speaking, the assistant who ran all the way behind him immediately opened a slender brocade box.

Coincidentally, Mrs. Fu also rested and returned to the banquet at this moment.

Yuan Jin and the old lady met several times, and when they saw her go downstairs, they immediately waved to her.

"This is the birthday celebration picture that your grandson specially asked me to order. Take a look."

The old lady didn't take the painting, she didn't even look at Fu Yizhi.

She came to Yu Nian's side, took Yu Nian's hand and looked at Song Jin, "I saw clearly just now upstairs."

"Miss Song is unruly and capricious. Forgive my old lady for not being well received. Old Wu, send Miss Song home."

The old lady actually asked Song Jin to leave at the birthday banquet.

After all, birthday banquets are not other banquets.

Song Jin was used to being complimented in other places, and when she was kicked out immediately, her eyes were red on the spot.

"Old lady, why do you drive me away or not her little bitch?"

"I gave the old lady a gift. As your granddaughter-in-law, she didn't prepare anything and didn't say anything, and she didn't treat guests well."

"Who said she didn't prepare a gift, isn't that what it is?"

Before Song Jin finished speaking, Yuan Jin suddenly spoke.

He pointed to the brocade box in the assistant's hand, not at all ashamed to have someone draw a fake picture.

On the contrary, people could faintly see a little bit of pride in his expression?

"This is a painting by Yu Nian. She has followed me for many years and is already familiar with my handwriting. Don't worry, when I die and auction my painting, no one will be able to recognize it as a fake."

Yuan Jin's performance was shocking.

After all, he is no ordinary painter.

Many of his works are hung in the National Painting and Calligraphy Exhibition Hall.

One of his works once sold for a high price of nine figures.

Calligraphy and painting are valuable for collection, and Yuan Jin can sell them at such a high price while he is still alive.

If he leaves.
People who bought Yuan Jin's paintings on the spot had mixed feelings.

What they want is the painting made by Yuan Jin himself, who wants Yu Nian's painting.

Seeing their earthy faces, Yuan Jin snorted coldly and scolded them for being dissatisfied.

A painting by Yu Nian is worth more than his paintings.

This group of people didn't know what to say, and even made such a mournful expression.

The old lady did not expect that Yu Nian was Yuan Jin's apprentice.

Before Yu came to the capital, she had heard about her previous deeds.

Only then did he think about holding Yu Nian tightly in his palm.

What she never expected was that Yu Nian, who was already so outstanding, was actually Yuan Jin's apprentice.

Thinking that Yu Nian had personally drawn a picture to celebrate her birthday, her face suddenly burst into laughter.

"Okay, okay," the old lady said happily, "Old Wu, please bring the painting and let me take a look."

Upon hearing this, Butler Wu stepped forward to take the scroll and opened it in front of the old lady.

Birthday congratulatory pictures are displayed in front of everyone's sight.

Fabulous.

Yuan Jin is good at painting landscapes, and this is the first time that the picture of celebrating birthdays has appeared.

He was right, if it wasn't for his own admission that the painting wasn't drawn by him.

According to the handwriting on the Heshou map, no one can tell that it was not made by him himself.

But Yu Nian looked so old, and he was already so sophisticated in writing?

The lines of Heshoutu are flowing like flowing water, and the style of painting is sophisticated. Without decades of experience, it is impossible to draw such a style of painting.

For a moment, everyone's eyes changed a lot when they looked at Yu Nian.

This also included the shock in the eyes of Pei Jinyu and the others.

Pei Jinyu thought she had heard wrongly. She tugged on Fu Yizhi's sleeve beside her and asked him in a low voice, "Yizhi, what were they talking about just now?"

Fu Yizhi knew Yuan Jin, otherwise he would not have spent a lot of money to ask Yuan Jin to draw this birthday picture.

But what he didn't expect was that Yu Nian was Yuan Jin's apprentice.

And this painting was also painted by Yu Nian.
With mixed feelings in his heart, Fu Yizhi pursed his thin lips lightly, and said in a deep voice, "Aren't you afraid of ruining your reputation like Mr. Yuan?"

His words spoke out the aspirations of the customers who bought Yuan Jinhua at the scene.

Yu Nian was helpless and Yuan Jin just told the truth.

She stood beside Yuan Jin and did not speak.

Yuan Jin still looked relaxed when he heard the words.

With his hands behind his back, after hearing Fu Yizhi's questioning, he snorted softly on the spot, "You know what a fart!"

"Stinky girl's paintings are much more valuable than mine. I begged her to paint this painting. Do you think anyone can ask her to paint?"

Eyes filled with disdain for Fu Yizhi's ignorance, Yuan Jin didn't look at the other's gloomy expression, but turned to look at the old lady.

"I'm hungry, can I eat?"

(End of this chapter)