Chapter: 5694

Ma Ran said with a smile: "That's okay, how do you look so worried?"

Xiu Changkun said gloomily: "I'm worried because everyone can find good works, but I can't. They've been in this industry for a long time and know some collectors. They just say something nice and borrow some works to exhibit. I don't know who to borrow from. I went to see Zhang Ermao earlier, but he's not available now. He's too busy trading and making a profit, selling one piece of wood for hundreds of thousands, more than your mom is rich. Besides him, I don't recognize any other channels..."

As Xiu Changkun got upset, he complained: "The most hateful thing is those association members. I can't find works, but they always find one and invite me to evaluate it. There are many works from the Ming-Qing dynasty's Jiangling School of painting, but I don't know who the representative artists are. This is going to be embarrassing..."

Ma Ran walked out of the dining room at this time, mocking: "Xiu Changkun, you have no self-awareness! You don't understand antique paintings at all, yet you dare to face off against the calligraphy association. This is just a classic case of pretending to be something you're not. Before, everyone played together and didn't show your mediocrity. Now that you're invited to evaluate, you can't help but feel embarrassed..."

Xiu Changkun was stung by Ma Ran's words and glared at her, getting annoyed: "Ma Ran! I'm talking to my good son-in-law, what do you have to say? Have you eaten your fill already?"

Ma Ran shrugged: "Yeah, I've eaten my fill. Who made me just finish eating? Why should you care?"

Xiu Changkun impatiently waved his hand: "Go away, don't bother me."

Ma Ran sneered: "Don't bother me or no big deal. You might as well not be the vice chairman of the association for much longer. Everyone knows you're a fake and is just trying to hurry up and expose your true nature!"

Xiu Changkun's face turned even darker, quickly grabbed Ma Ran's sleeve, and whispered: "Good son-in-law, let's go outside."

Ma Ran smiled and nodded, following Xiu Changkun out to the courtyard.

Xiu Changkun's face fell as he spoke to Ye Cheng: "Good son-in-law, Dad's situation right now is a bit passive... there are many rumors circulating in the association, and some people say I don't have any real talent or skills. If it weren't for Vice Chairman Pei supporting me, they would say I'm just a relationship man. Now even Vice Chairman Pei is getting pushed around..."

As he spoke, Xiu Changkun's voice dropped to a whisper: "Vice Chairman Pei found me yesterday and subtly hinted at my situation. He implied that there are too many people coming forward with complaints about me, trying to impeach me. If I can't come up with something, it would be difficult to convince everyone..."

Ye Cheng nodded and smiled: "Dad, this is a good opportunity. Just now, when I went to visit my client, I saw many paintings at his house, which coincides perfectly with the book art association's plan to hold an exhibition, don't you think?"

Xiu Changkun's eyes lit up: "Good son-in-law, what did your client say? Is he willing to lend us some of these paintings?"

Ye Cheng replied: "My client is a special individual. He has many valuable items that are not easy to display, but he is very enthusiastic about our book art association. He even took out one painting and said it's for donation to this exhibition."

After finishing his sentence, Ye Cheng handed the wrapped painting to Xiu Changkun.

Xiu Changkun was amazed: "Donating a painting to the exhibition? What kind of painting is it?"

Ye Cheng casually replied: "I don't know much about it. This painting is quite mysterious. It doesn't have any artist's signature or seal, just a title. You can open it and take a look."

Xiu Changkun's heart was filled with joy as he quickly took the wrapped painting from Ye Cheng. He unfolded the scroll and pulled out the painting, his eyes widening in amazement: "Wow! This is an incredible painting!"

Xiu Changkun raised an eyebrow, curiosity getting the better of him: "Dad, tell me what you know about this painting. What's so special about it?"

Ye Chengkun shrugged his shoulders and said: "You want me to say something? I really can't come up with anything specific, but I just feel that the brushwork is very good, and it's a realistic piece! And absolutely unique in our country's art domain - look at how the old man has painted himself sitting on a large stone slab, giving off a 'who knows who' vibe! The painting is really great!"

Ye Chengkun suddenly found himself laughing uncontrollably, not expecting his father-in-law to have such an earthy perspective. He wouldn't dare let Meng Changsheng hear about this.

At this point, Xiu Changkun looked at the inscription on the painting and muttered to himself: "Meng Sheng, character name: Longming, a native of Chang'an, born in the Tang Dynasty's Liande Year..."

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly widened, and he exclaimed: "Hey, wait a minute! The old man in this painting is from the Tang Dynasty? That means... this painting is also from the Tang Dynasty?"

Ye Chengkun chuckled: "Maybe, but the painter didn't leave any signature or time stamp. You can just consider it to be a painting from the Tang Dynasty." JrNovels.com