Chapter: 5695

Xiu Changkun's face lit up with excitement: "A painting from the Tang Dynasty! That's over 1,000 years old, and it's still so well-painted... I'll take this to the art exhibition!"

Ye Chengkun shrugged his shoulders: "The key is that there's no signature or seal on the painting. Even if it was painted by a Tang Dynasty artist, we can't find the actual creator of the piece. This kind of painting would be hard to sell at an auction house, and I don't think it would cause much of a commotion."

Xiu Changkun said: "I don't care. The painting is good, and it's from the Tang Dynasty. That's already impressive enough, even if we can't stir up too much excitement. At least it'll help me complete my assessment for the Art Association!"

After that, he quickly asked Ye Chengkun: "Okay, my son-in-law, I'll take this painting away then?"

Ye Chengkun nodded his head, smiling: "Dad, if someone asks about this painting, you just say it's from an old man who couldn't remember what he looked like. As for how you got it, you can use your imagination to blow and boast freely as long as it doesn't deviate from the central idea."

Xiu Changkun asked in surprise: "Good son-in-law, why don't we just say it's a gift from my friend or one of my own treasures? Wouldn't that be more face-saving?"

Ye Chengkun spoke seriously: "Dad, no one else recognizes this painting. My client does. If you go around bragging about someone else's painting, people will probably complain to me about it. But if we do it the way I say, they'll know we're protecting someone's privacy and won't be trying to make ourselves look good."

Xiu Changkun grumbled slightly, sighed: "Okay then, let's do it your way."

Ye Chengkun smiled faintly, placed his hand on Xiu Changkun's arm, spoke seriously: "Dad, please don't forget that from now on, this painting is yours and was bought at the door of a pawnshop. There was an old man who couldn't remember what he looked like, blocking your way and trying to sell it to you for 100 yuan."

As soon as Ye Chengkun finished speaking, a subtle spiritual energy entered Xiu Changkun's brain, quietly implanting a psychological hint that would only be triggered when someone asked about the painting's origins.

Xiu Changkun subconsciously nodded his head. At this moment, a seed had been planted in his heart.

Ye Chengkun smiled and asked him: "Dad, where did you get this painting?"

Xiu Changkun's eyes lit up as he exclaimed: "I got it by chance! I'll tell you, good son-in-law, if I hadn't had my keen eye, this painting would still be hidden under another fake one today. At the time, someone was holding a fake portrait of a famous person trying to deceive me. My eyes are very sharp, so I couldn't fall for that trick. At the time, I just pretended to buy it without hesitation and discovered that the painting was thicker than usual. I guessed there must be something hidden inside, so I bought it back and tore off the wrapping paper. And what do you know? Inside was this masterpiece from the Tang Dynasty!"

Ye Chengkun secretly snorted in his heart, thinking: "My old father-in-law's ability to blow hot air is really born with him."

However, he wanted was exactly Xiu Changkun's kind of natural performance.

He believed that Wu Feiyan wouldn't dare to investigate the background of this painting, but couldn't rule out the possibility that his old father-in-law might be lying outside and spreading rumors to Wu Feiyan, so he was cautious and gave Xiu Changkun a special psychological hint.

Seeing his old father-in-law already completely immersed in the act, Ye Chengkun nodded satisfactorily, looking like his old father-in-law not only remembered his psychological hint but also remembered the instruction he let him spin out of control.

He knew that at this moment, deep in Xiu Changkun's heart, he was firmly convinced that this painting was one he had picked up himself, but didn't want people to think he completely relied on luck, so he had to fabricate a legendary story to increase his technical content and make himself look good.

Therefore, Ye Chengkun deliberately asked in a probing manner: "Dad, isn't it excessive for you to brag about this in front of family? Tell me the truth, what's the real story behind this painting?"

Xiu Changkun chuckled and said: "It's probably because my good son-in-law understands me. I can see right through your bluffing."

As he spoke, Xiu Changkun mysteriously said: "Dad, I won't hide it from you. This painting is indeed one I picked up myself. It's just that I didn't tell the whole story earlier. Yesterday, someone blocked my way at the entrance of our Tangchen Inn and insisted on selling this painting to me for only 100 yuan. I thought the painting was great, even if it were a modern work, and it wasn't like they were giving me a bargain or anything, so I bought it."

Ye Chengkun nodded satisfactorily and laughed: "Alright, Dad, hurry up and find an exhibition space at the Calligraphy Association. Don't be too loud about it, or your acting vice president will probably be unable to handle it!"

Is that correct?

As he rode on Boeing 777 with three senior leaders, still soaring in mid-air, Xiu Changkun was excited and clutched the painting Ye Chengkun had given him, got into the Mercedes-Benz that Fei Kai sent, and arrived at the Calligraphy Association's ground floor.

At this time, Xiu Changkun's face radiated with confidence, as if he had just won a crucial battle and was waiting to show off in front of regular armies. JrNovels.com