Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 310, what are you? (Chapter 2 in one)

After several days of busyness, He Xiao finally got free.

I originally planned to go to Siheyuan and bring the things over there, but just as he was about to leave, Lu Fangfang came to the door.

"He Xiao, someone dragged Aunt Niu to find me and wanted to meet you."

"See me?"

He Xiao was happy. As soon as he heard Aunt Niu, he knew that the person he was looking for must be related to that batch of paintings.

It seems that he intercepted Hu, and the man was anxious.

After thinking for a while, he also wanted to see the man's background, and said, "See me, please let him go to my restaurant in the afternoon to find me."

It doesn’t matter if Lu Fangfang helps people pass messages.

She nodded and responded directly.

But let’s forget about Su Meng, Han Chunming would have parted with her earlier.

He Xiaoran smiled.

He was so angry that he remembered the remaining paintings in the warehouse.

After a while of silly laughing, he got up and went to the restaurant.

He Xiao was stunned. Is this a family of calligraphy and painting?

"I came this time for you and Ruowen. If Ruowen's father hadn't helped us sell paintings, our group of people would have starved to death."

Taking a deep breath, he said with a little pride: "I am Xu Wenruo, my father Xu Jinyan, and his master Bai Shi. Before the exercise, the largest painting shop in the capital was opened by my father."

The old man pointed at He Xiao and said tremblingly: "Give me my paintings back. People like you are not worthy of collecting my paintings."

"You...you are so painful!"

He was trembling all over. He touched his Budou and gasped, "I... I was anxious to come out and didn't bring any money."

"After all, it's Qi Baishi and Ruowen's master. You must understand him too."

Li Ping's face turned pale, and he couldn't continue to listen.

"I bought the painting for real money. You let me give it up in one sentence. What are you? You are not a thing!"

Looking at the broken tea bowl on the ground, He Xiao was really angry and laughed.

After a while of silence, he stood up, "It's such a dark pearl! Pearls and jades cover the dust!"

He Xiao felt that the world was so small that he met people he knew.

"Bang."

"It's finally here."

"You...you..."

Not to mention 10 or 5 times, he won’t sell 10 times.

"painting……"

It was a good thing to meet an old acquaintance, but it was a pity.

"Mr. He, I'll give you what I said just now. You can't be too greedy in life!"

In the afternoon, He Xiao was watching the video in the video hall when he saw Taozi coming.

Looking at his paintings on the ground, the old man was almost angry to death.

He already knew in his heart that he would not be able to get the paintings back with just using money.

After touching the goatee, Li Ping looked at the room and sat down on his own.

Yes, I really met cultural people, but I always run a painting shop, so why do I buy paintings?

But when he thought of sports, he immediately understood, "You don't live in China now, are you?"

He Xiao was a little worried and asked again, "Uncle, are your juniors learning painting from you too?"

The junior of the Lou family just opened his mouth and didn't say anything, obviously just making fun of himself.

He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then put it down heavily.

He turned around with the table and walked out quickly.

After breakfast, He Xiao was about to go to Siheyuan, but Aunt Qin said that a six or seven-year-old man came to visit her.

After saying that, Lu Fangfang was still a little shy.

He stood there for a while, feeling so embarrassed and angry that he turned around and walked away quickly.

He was very curious in his heart, so he walked over and sat opposite the man.

Sitting behind the desk, he looked around the room.

"Yes, Normal University, now that they have become college students, so they don't look down on Han Chunming."

He pointed at the restaurant and said casually, "Look at this restaurant, my house is open, and there is another one in Xiangjiang that is bigger than this. Do you think I'm short of money?"

Resisting his anger, he said, "Some of the paintings in your hand are collected by my family before. Please give up your love. I am willing to pay double the price. What do you think?"

Without any scruples in his heart, He Xiao squirted at the old man.

Xu Wenruo looked up and sighed: "Such a good painting fell into the hands of a person like you who don't know how to appreciate and are full of money. It's really hard tolerate the law of nature. It should be struck by lightning!"

"Tell Xu Ruowen, don't be shameless. No one can tell me to hand over the painting I bought for real money. Even if Qi Baishi comes, it's useless!"

I was originally thinking about entertaining him, but I didn't expect that this old guy would rely on his seniority to be a good person.

Xu Wenruo held the cup and placed it heavily on the tray.

Xu Wenruo stared at Lou Xiao'e for a while, and finally reacted, "Are you the daughter of the Lou family?"

"I live in Xiangjiang now."

...

"How is it? Not so!"

He Xiao was unhappy and stood up directly.

"Sir, are you asking me for something?"

"Bah, I'm not happy to ask for your paintings, please wait for me."

The old man was even more dissatisfied.

He Xiao turned around and went to the warehouse. He looked for the books one by one with the shelves, and finally walked out with more than a dozen paintings.

"snort!"

"You...you..."

He Xiao lay back and sat lazily on the chair.

"So you are a painter."

Now the study room has changed a lot. The bookshelf around it is filled with painting scrolls. In addition, the walls are also full of paintings, which looks particularly literary and artistic.

"I am Li Pingyi, and I am named Pingyi Old Man."

"Qi!"

After looking at the man, he said curiously: "You introduce yourself. I don't know who you are yet. This is unfair."

Sitting down, he said angrily:

He Xiao thought about it and said regretfully: "I left half of the paintings for you in the warehouse of the Foreign Guest Department. Don't be too greedy for this."

Oh, what's the matter? They all say benevolence, righteousness and morality on the surface, but behind their backs are full of men and women prostitutes and animals in their clothes!

“…”

"I'm so shameless and shameless. I'm just dying and I'm saving a reputation. I don't know what my surname is."

He Xiao scolded him a lot, and finally he felt angry.

...

Lu Fangfang muttered to herself, she was a little at a loss.

If it weren't for the fact that I was a few days late, all those paintings would be his.

"All the previous events have passed. I bought these paintings from the museum openly, and I can't cede them!"

When he thought of the paintings in the warehouse of the foreign guest office, his heart was bleeding.

Since the end of the exercise, when did Li Pingyi have been insulted like this? He was so angry that he was once again surprised.

"Members?"

Looking at Li Pingyi's appearance, he was still afraid of being cheated by Lao Bushen.

The old man covered his chest and his face turned pale.

After thinking about it, he finally remembered it. When he registered the drawing in a classified manner two days ago, he seemed to have seen this name on the drawing.

"Hey, He Xiao, that, I have something. I don't know if I should ask you, about Chunming, does he have a better relationship with the opposite sex?"

Isn’t he just Qi Baishi’s disciple? He Xiao didn’t care about these things and dared to scold him, but he still called him with great ears.

"I know, his father was obsessed with learning painting back then, and the flour mill at home was ruined. If your grandfather hadn't helped his family, his family would have been defeated long ago."

Xu Wenruo's face turned dark, and he opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Mom, do you know this person named Xu Wenruo?"

He Xiao narrowed his eyes and looked at it. The person who came was a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing glasses and a suit, looking like a cultural person.

He was very dissatisfied. He frowned and said, "My friend, I'm here to solve your problem with Ruowen, not to ask you to inquire about my family."

He Xiao rolled his eyes, turned his head and said:

Holding his anger, He Xiao asked with a smile: "Uncle, do you have any other job besides a painter?"

"I have some connections in the Beijing Calligraphy and Painting Association. My friend, if you agree, ask us for calligraphy and painting in the future..."

He looked at He Xiao and continued, "I have seen your grandfather, too. Since you are all juniors from your friend's family, let's do this, take out some of Qi Baishi's paintings and sell them to Ruowen at the original price."

He Xiaolei, this guy is like his own, he has been to Xiangjiang from the capital, and he is really destined to be together.

"Not working yet." Li Pingyi finally realized something was wrong, so he hurriedly stopped.

Aunt Qin responded, she squatted down and rolled up the painting, and immediately wiped it.

The middle-aged man nodded, he picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee, and then spoke:

"I would like to buy the paintings you bought from the Foreign Guest Office for a little over five times. What do you think?"

"Aunt Qin, use these tattered paintings to wipe the water on the ground. After that, use these tattered paintings to wrap the broken porcelain and throw them out together to save bad luck!"

The background of men's calligraphy and painting circles is nothing, and he is not afraid of these things.

When he arrived at the first floor, Taozi pointed to the window and said, "Why is that person sitting there?"

"Hmm? What did you say?"

"The paintings in your hand are all works by my master, uncle, father and friend."

This shameless old guy, with a goatee, holding a folding fan, looked like a man and a dog.

Before he could finish speaking, He Xiao stood up.

Forehead……

Taking a deep breath, he stared at He Xiao and said the last price in his heart, "Three times, I will pay 450,000 yuan. These paintings are not worth so much money now. No one can pay this price except me."

He cursed in his heart that he was unlucky, so he walked to Li Ping and threw it directly to the ground.

He Xiao shook his head. He was not so stupid to sell paintings worth tens of billions in the future.

He Xiao shook his head, turned around and walked out.

...

Even his real father can't do anything to repay grievances with kindness.

Lou Xiaoe spat, disgusting these cultural people.

"Isn't this a coincidence? I live in Xiangjiang too. We are still fellow villagers. When the fellow villagers meet, they are crying."

"Bah, respect you, I'll call you old man. If you are shameless, I won't scold you to death!"

"Personal attack, you are physical attack."

"What's your youngest son's job?"

"That's how it is."

"I can't do anything except painting in my life."

Xu Wenruo was so angry that his hands were trembling.

"Xu Wenruo, your father's flour mill went bankrupt back then, but my father helped me. I don't ask your family to be kind, but how could I belittle my son?"

After walking two steps forward, He Xiaogang wanted to argue, and Lou Xiao'e's voice came from beside him.

"He Xiao, someone is looking for you outside."

He Xiao smacked his lips. He was a little familiar with the name of Old Man Pingyi.

"A forty, these are twelve paintings. Give me four hundred and eight. Hurry up and leave with these garbage. I feel that my eyes are dirty."

"Northern University? College Student."

"You call you a painter, and you take it seriously. Just your name, I have never heard of it in my life, and I still rely on my seniority to be with me. What are you? You are not a thing!"

He Xiao curled his lips and hurriedly walked in front of Lou Xiao'e.

He Xiao smiled and shook his head. If this was a normal thing, he would not tell Lu Fangfang.

He Xiao became even more curious, and he quickly asked Aunt Qin to serve tea.

Shaking his head, he felt a pity that he failed to take down all the paintings in the warehouse. He picked half of the remaining ones and should not have been left to such a person.

"Mr. Xu, I'm quite interested in the paintings in your hands. If you want to take action, you can consider me."

The next day.

He Xiao stopped when he clicked, and didn't say anything more.

"Apart from my youngest son, everything else is learned to paint with me."

Li Pingyi smiled self-deprecatingly.

After learning about the man's identity, he no longer had any worries.

When he saw the visitor, He Xiao was full of doubts, "Uncle, do you know me? Are you always?"

Looking at Xu Wenruo with contempt, she snorted softly.

"The Calligraphy and Painting Association? Are you asking for calligraphy and painting? Are you buying your calligraphy and painting? Are you old guy? What big head garlic is there?"

"Qi!"

He Xiao still shook his head, and he curled his smile.

The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I felt. The old man reached out and pushed it, and the tea bowl fell to the ground, and a crisp sound came from him.

He Xiao has always been the Lord who has repaid gratitude and revenge.

Xu Wenruo frowned and looked at He Xiao, with no smile on his face, and he felt a faint ridicule.

Looking at his paintings, others used them as garbage, the old man shook his body and almost fell down.

He had only found out that the person who bought the painting was He Xiao, but he really didn't know that He Xiao was the grandson of the Lou family.

"Tsk, what's the matter? I don't even say sorry, I'm still a cultural person."

Lou Xiaoe nodded and sighed in her heart.

He was very curious and thought about it. He didn't know many old people in the capital, and he didn't know which one he was, so he asked Aunt Qin to invite someone in.

"Yes, the Lou family is full of money-smelling, but no matter how bad my family is, they will not do ungrateful things."

Li Ping waved his hand, and there was a sense of pride in his tone.

The middle-aged man looked at He Xiao and was in a bad mood.

Looking down at the paintings on the desk, He Xiao felt that he was much more educated than usual.

After Lu Fangfang left, He Xiao got up and went to the study.

Lou Xiaoe frowned and strode over.

"I know what you want to ask. Chunming has a first love named Su Meng, who is a college student in normal school. Chunming is infatuated with him."

"My friend, how are you thinking?"

He Xiao sneered, and he opened his mouth and said silently: "Think about your mother!"

What are the remaining ones? They are all small and unfamous works, and he doesn't want to just use those.

"If you can take out some of other paintings and hand them over to him, it would be even better. After all, our calligraphy and painting industry owes his family a favor."

Turning his head and looking around the living room, she felt a little envious. He Xiao was like Han Chunming said, and he was indeed a big dog.

He Xiao rolled his eyes, turned his head and said, "Aunt Qin, go and have a look. Don't let this old guy die in our house."

After saying so much, he was still thirsty.

He picked up the tea bowl and drank it all in one go.

After a while, looking at the broken tea bowl on the ground, he suddenly reacted, "By the way, I forgot to ask him for the tea bowl money, it's really a cheap one."

(End of this chapter)