"Mr. Qin, from the first time we met until now, I have been tolerant to you in every possible way. I didn't expect that you still don't know how to restrain yourself. Now you even call my painting a fake. Do you know what respect is?"
Fu Tingxiu would not miss such an excellent opportunity to counterattack, and the detailed title was changed from Brother Qin to Mr. Qin.
He looked helpless like "I've been putting up with you for a long time, and it's really because you bullied me too much that I had no choice but to fight back."
In fact, this wave of operations did achieve significant results. At least Lin Wanyu was brought into the rhythm. She glared at Qin Chuan,
Although he didn't speak, his cold expression made his meaning very clear: if you don't give a reasonable explanation, today's affairs will not be over.
Lin Jiancheng, on the other hand, remained as steady as a mountain. He even showed a listening look, obviously wanting to hear Qin Chuan's insights.
"You really won't die until you see the coffin and shed tears until you reach the Yellow River!"
Qin Chuan glanced at Fu Tingxiu with an idiot look, and then his face began to look serious.
"Looking at the Ming Dynasty, this is a wonderful landscape painting by Wang Hui, one of the four kings in the early Qing Dynasty. From a purely visual perspective, this work has a very ancient meaning and is more in line with the brushwork patterns of the four kings at that time."
"But if we analyze the brushwork from the overall perspective of the painting, the brushwork on the edge of the rocks is particularly dull, while Wang Huiwang's brushwork is extremely gentle, just like Hetian jade. From this point of view, the brushwork patterns are seriously inconsistent. .”
"The painting methods of trees and houses are quite acceptable, but if you look closely, you will find that the branches of the trees are flat and dull, and the figures are also slightly rough and lack spirituality, so this should be the work of an expert in the late Qing Dynasty. Imitation."
"If a landscape painting of such a large size is authentic, it would fetch at least fifteen million yuan at auction. This imitation volume is worth at most thirty thousand yuan. And you just said you spent three million yuan. I said you are stupid and have too much money." , is there something wrong?"
Qin Chuan was well-founded and made Fu Tingxiu speechless. He basically knew nothing about antiques, calligraphy and painting.
This time, in order to please Lin Jiancheng, he spent three million to buy this work from an acquaintance, but he didn't expect it to be eye-catching?
Fu Tingxiu said with some reluctance: "After all, this is your family's opinion. Who knows whether you are talking nonsense?"
Lin Wanyu was not in a hurry to help this time, because she was shocked to find that her father was looking at Qin Chuan with admiring eyes. She knew the meaning of this look very well. When she was admitted to a key university and achieved various dazzling results, she was... Dad saw it with this look.
In other words, Dad has agreed with what Qin Chuan said to some extent.
"Dad, please say something!"
Lin Wanyu urged in a low voice, and Fu Tingxiu also looked over hopefully, eager to get objections from Lin Jiancheng.
However, the reality is cruel. Lin Jiancheng said slowly: "Xiao Chuan's appraisal level is no lower than those of the experts. Xiao Fu, I happen to have an authentic painting of Wang Hui here. Comparing it with each other will make it more obvious."
After a while, Lin Jiancheng took down a long brocade box from the top of the bookshelf, took out a painting about 16 kilo in size and opened it.
Then they compared the two paintings according to the details that Qin Chuan just mentioned. Sure enough, even laymen Lin Wanyu and Fu Tingxiu saw some clues.
"Who is that? You brought a fake as a gift. Do you know what respect is? Or did you know it was a fake for a long time, and you were sure that Uncle Lin couldn't tell the difference, so you deliberately exaggerated and said you spent three million to claim credit?"
Qin Chuan's two consecutive questions made Fu Tingxiu so ashamed that he especially felt his cheeks burning, as if someone had slapped him hard.
In fact, he was severely slapped in the face by Qin Chuan, because he was the one who just aggressively asked Qin Chuan if he knew how to respect him. He didn't expect to be sent back intact so quickly.
It's just that Qin Chuan's words just now had sinister intentions. He admitted that he was short-sighted. At best, he was just being taken advantage of, which was a bit embarrassing.
But if the latter is admitted, then it means that there is something wrong with his moral character. He will not bear the blame. Otherwise, let alone trying to please Lin Jiancheng, I am afraid that he will be on his blacklist. Then he will think about pursuing Lin Wanyu and winning the beauty back. It's completely idiotic.
"Uncle Lin, I also trust that friend in the antiques industry too much. I didn't look carefully when he bought it. It's all my fault for being too negligent. Please forgive me, Uncle Lin."
It can be said that Fu Tingxiu used the twelve-character mantra after making mistakes: sincere attitude, shirking responsibility, avoiding the important and taking the easy.
After his explanation, at most he could be charged with negligence, which would have taken away the weight of Qin Chuan's two consecutive soul questions just now.
"This kid is quite difficult!"
Qin Chuan made an evaluation in his heart.
Lin Jiancheng waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, even if the long-famous appraisal master has his eyes open, just think of it as paying tuition!"
"Thank you Uncle Lin for your tolerance."
Fu Tingxiu looked like he had been educated and pious.
Lin Jiancheng smiled and said: "You kid is too polite, but after all, you spent so much money on this painting, I really have no reason..."
"Uncle Lin, let alone three million, even if it is thirty million, the younger generation will honor you, so please don't refuse anymore." Fu Tingxiu said with a very sincere attitude.
Lin Jiancheng pondered for a moment, and finally nodded: "Then I will be disrespectful, but I want to pay for it, and of course I will only pay according to its true value. Do you have any objection to this, Mr. Fu?"
By doing this, Lin Jiancheng not only accepted Fu Tingxiu's kindness, but also continued to maintain a distance to a certain extent. Even if Fu Tingxiu wanted to flatter Fu Tingxiu, he would not be able to raise objections.
The four of them chatted for a while, and then Li Yulan called everyone to have dinner. It was supposed to be a thank-you banquet for Qin Chuan, but Fu Tingxiu, a light bulb, showed up halfway, which made the Lins and his wife not use the matchmaking words they had prepared. use.
Seeing the old couple hesitant to speak several times, Lin Wanyu felt a little proud. She thought that this operation was successful and the effect far exceeded expectations.
After dinner, seeing that there was no chance of matchmaking, Mr. and Mrs. Lin went upstairs to give the young people some space to communicate.
Lin Wanyu really wanted to take this opportunity to teach Qin Chuan a lesson, so she took the initiative to raise the topic: "Senior Fu, I heard from my classmates that you served as a soldier for several years after going abroad for further studies. Is this true?"
"I didn't expect that Wanyu still pays close attention to me! If I had known this earlier, I would have been more powerful when I was fighting on the battlefield." Fu Tingxiu said in a half-joking tone.
Lin Wanyu's pretty face was slightly red. She originally wanted to explain a few words, after all, Fu Tingxiu's words were quite ambiguous.
But when Lin Wanyu saw Qin Chuan clenching his fists and looking a little ugly, he changed the explanation words on his lips into words of admiration: "A man goes to the battlefield to be strong, and he loves himself on the stage without looking back at home. Only after experiencing the battlefield Only through hard work can you grow into a real man."
Qin Chuan, who was sitting diagonally opposite, had a look of surprise on his face. He didn't expect Lin Wanyu to be so interested in the smoke-filled battlefield.
"What's the point of a death purgatory filled with smoke and flames of war?"
A wry smile appeared at the corner of Qin Chuan's mouth. Especially when he recalled the cruel experiences in the years when his master threw him into the North African battlefield in order to sharpen his premonition of death crisis, Qin Chuan felt inexplicably irritated.
"Qin Chuan, what's your expression?"
Lin Wanyu saw that Qin Chuan seemed to be showing contempt, and immediately questioned him.
Fu Tingxiu once again came out to "kindly" smooth things over: "Little brother Qin has never been on the battlefield, so it is understandable that he cannot understand the heroic spirit of iron-blooded battle!"
"Yeah, yeah, you're right!"
Qin Chuan acted nonchalantly, then spread his right hand and said with a smile: "Please continue your performance."
