Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 310 Pooh, what are you? (two chapters in one)

After being busy for several days, He Xiao finally got some free time.

He planned to go to the courtyard to move things over there, but just as he was about to leave, Lu Fangfang approached him.

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

"see me?"

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

It seems that he cut off the beard by himself, and the man was in a hurry.

After thinking for a while, he also wanted to see that person's background, so he said, "It's fine to meet me, let him come to my restaurant to find me in the afternoon."

It doesn't matter to Lu Fangfang to help others spread the word.

She nodded and responded directly.

Turning her head to look around the living room, she felt a little envious. He Xiao was just like what Han Chunming said, and he really was a big dog.

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

After speaking, Lu Fangfang was still a little shy.

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

He Xiao shook his head with a smile. If it was a normal thing, he wouldn't tell Lu Fangfang.

But forget about Su Meng, Han Chunming had better break up with her earlier.

"Normal University? College students."

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

"Yes, Normal University, no, he has become a college student, so he looks down on Han Chunming."

He Xiao stopped talking and didn't say anything more.

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

Sitting down behind the desk, he looked around the room.

Now the study has changed a lot. The surrounding bookshelves are filled with scrolls. In addition, the walls are also covered with paintings, which look extraordinarily literary.

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

After being silly for a while, he got up and went to the restaurant.

……

In the afternoon, He Xiao was watching the video in the video room when he saw Taozi walking over.

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

"It's finally here."

He Xiao shook his head, turned and walked out.

On the first floor, Taozi pointed to the seat by the window and said, "That man is sitting there."

He Xiao squinted his eyes and saw that the person who came was a middle-aged man in his 30s, wearing glasses and a suit. He looked like a cultural person.

Curious in his heart, he walked over and sat opposite the man.

"Sir, what do you need from me?"

The middle-aged man nodded, took a sip of coffee from his cup, and then said:
"I'm willing to pay [-] times the amount of the paintings you bought from the Foreign Affairs Department. What do you think?"

"How? Not so!"

He Xiao shook his head, he would not be so stupid to sell paintings worth tens of billions in the future.

Not to mention [-] times, he won't sell even ten times.

After taking a look at the man, he said curiously, "Introduce yourself, I don't know who you are, it's not fair."

The middle-aged man looked at He Xiao, feeling very bad.

When he thought of those paintings in the warehouse of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, his heart was bleeding.

Taking a deep breath, he said with a little pride: "My humble Xu Wenruo, my father Xu Jinyan, who learned from the old man Baishi, before the movement, the biggest painting shop in the capital was opened by my father."

"The paintings in your hand are all the works of my ancestors, uncles, my father's friends."

He Xiao was taken aback, this is considered a family of calligraphy and painting, right?

Well, I really met a cultural person, but my family owns an art shop, so what kind of paintings should I buy?
But thinking of sports, he immediately understood, "You don't live in China now, do you?"

"My humble servant lives in Xiangjiang now."

He Xiao is happy, this guy is just like his family, they all came to Xiangjiang from the capital, and it is really a fate.

"Isn't it a coincidence, I also live in Xiangjiang, we are still fellow villagers, when fellow villagers see fellow villagers, our eyes are full of tears."

"Hometown?"

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

Suppressing his anger, he said, "Some of the paintings in your hand were previously collected by my family. Please give up. I'm willing to pay double the price. What do you think?"

amount……

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

Knowing the identity of the man, he has no scruples.

A man's background in painting and calligraphy is really nothing, and he is not afraid of it.

"The previous things are all in the past. I bought these paintings from the museum in a fair manner, and I really can't sell them!"

He Xiao thought for a while and said regretfully, "Didn't I leave half of the paintings for you in the warehouse of the foreign guests department? Don't be too greedy."

"Humph!"

Xu Wenruo took the cup and put it heavily on the tray.

Thinking of the paintings left in the storeroom, he was furious.

What are the rest?They are all small-scale and unknown works, and he doesn't want to only have those.

If it wasn't for being a few days late, those paintings would all be his.

Taking a deep breath, he stared at He Xiao and said the final price in his mind, "Three times, I will pay 45, these paintings are not worth so much now, no one can offer this price except me. "

"Mr. He, I'll give you back what I said just now. Don't be too greedy!"

"Qi!"

He Xiao lay back and sat lazily on the chair.

Pointing to the restaurant, he said casually: "Look at this restaurant, my family owns it, and there is a bigger one in Xiangjiang. Do you think I'm short of money?"

"Mr. Xu, I am quite interested in the paintings in your hand. If you want to make a move, you can consider me."

Xu Wenruo was so angry that his hands shook a little.

He already understood in his heart that he might not be able to get those paintings back with money alone.

After being silent for a while, he stood up, "It's really a pearl cast in the dark! The pearls and jades are dusty!"

Xu Wenruo raised his head and sighed, "It's really unacceptable for such a good painting to fall into the hands of a person like you who doesn't appreciate it and is full of money. It should be struck by lightning!"

"Personal attack, you are a personal attack."

He Xiao was unhappy and stood up directly.

Isn't it Qi Baishi's apprentice and grandson? He Xiao didn't care about these things, dared to scold him, and still called him loudly.

After walking two steps forward, He Xiaogang wanted to reason, when Lou Xiaoe's voice came from beside him.

"Xu Wenruo, when your father's flour mill went bankrupt, my father was the one who helped out. If you don't ask your family for your kindness, how can you belittle my son?"

Lou Xiaoe frowned, and strode over.

Looking at Xu Wenruo contemptuously, she snorted softly.

Xu Wenruo stared at Lou Xiaoe for a while, and finally realized, "Are you the Lou family's daughter?"

"Yes, your mouth is full of the Lou family, but my family will not do ungrateful things no matter how stinky it is."

Lou Xiaoe spat, feeling disgusted by cultural people like them.

Ah bah, what the hell, all of them are full of benevolence and morality on the surface, but behind their backs are full of male robbers and female prostitutes, and beasts in clothes!
"..."

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

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

Standing blankly for a while, feeling really ashamed and angry, he turned around and walked away quickly.

"Cut, what the hell, you don't even say sorry, you're still a cultured person."

He Xiao curled his lips, and hurried to Lou Xiaoe.

"Mom, do you know this Xu Wenruo?"

"Yes, his father was obsessed with learning painting back then, and his family's flour mill went bankrupt. If your grandfather hadn't helped his family, their family would have been defeated long ago."

Lou Xiaoe nodded, sighing in her heart.

It was a good thing to meet old acquaintances before, but it was a pity.

"That's it."

He Xiao feels that the world is really small, and he always meets people he knows.

Shaking his head, he regretted not being able to take down all the paintings in the warehouse. He picked the remaining half and shouldn't leave it to this kind of person.

……

The next day.

He Xiao had breakfast and was just about to go to the courtyard when Aunt Qin said that a six or seven-year-old man came to visit.

He was very curious. After thinking about it, he didn't know many old people in the capital, and he didn't know who it was, so he asked Aunt Qin to invite him in.

When he saw the person coming, He Xiao was full of doubts, "Master, do you know me? Are you always?"

"Old man Li Pingyi, old man named Pingyi."

After touching the goatee, Li Ping took a look into the room and sat down on his own.

He Xiao smacked his lips, he was somewhat familiar with the name Pingyi old man.

After thinking about it, he finally remembered that when he classified and registered the paintings two days ago, he seemed to have seen this name on the painting.

"So you are a painter."

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

"I'm here this time because of you and Ruowen. If Ruowen's father hadn't helped us sell paintings, we would have starved to death."

Li Ping smiled self-deprecatingly.

After taking a look at He Xiao, he continued, "I've met your grandfather too. Since they are all descendants of a friend's family, how about this, you take out some of Qi Baishi's paintings and sell them to Ruowen at the original price."

"After all, it is Qi Baishi who is Ruowen's master, little friend, you have to understand him."

"For other paintings, it would be even better if you can give some of them to him. After all, our painting and calligraphy circles owe his family a favor."

He Xiaoran smiled.

This shameless old man with a goatee and a folding fan looks like a dog.

Originally, I thought about entertaining him, but I didn't expect that this old thing would sell the old.

Holding back his anger, He Xiao smiled and asked, "Master, do you have any other job besides being a painter?"

"Other than painting, this old man has never done anything else in his life."

Li Ping waved his hand with pride in his tone.

He Xiao was a little worried, and quickly asked again, "Master, do the younger generations of your family also learn painting from you?"

"Except for my youngest son, everyone else learns to paint from me."

"Then what is your son's job?"

"Not working yet." Li Pingyi finally realized something was wrong, and he quickly stopped talking.

Feeling very dissatisfied, he frowned and said, "Little friend, I'm here to settle the matter between you and Ruowen, not to ask you to inquire about my family's situation."

Picking up the teacup, he took a sip, then put it down heavily.

"Little friend, what are you thinking about?"

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

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

The old man was even more dissatisfied.

This junior of the Lou family just opened his mouth and kept silent, obviously just to tease himself.

"boom."

The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I felt. The old man stretched out his hand and pushed it, and the tea bowl fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"The old man has some contacts in the Beijing Painting and Calligraphy Association. My friend, if you agree, ask us for calligraphy and painting in the future..."

Before he could finish speaking, He Xiao suddenly stood up.

Looking at the broken teacup on the ground, He Xiao really laughed out of anger.

"Calligraphy and Painting Association? Looking for calligraphy and painting? Looking for your calligraphy and painting? You old bastard, what are you doing?"

"Calling you a painter, you take it seriously. As far as your name is concerned, I have never heard of it in two lifetimes, and you still rely on my old man to sell my old man. What kind of a thing are you? You are not a thing!"

"I bought the painting with real money, and you let me go out with just one word. What are you? You are nothing!"

……

With no scruples in his heart, He Xiao just spouted at the old man.

He Xiao has always been the one who repays kindness and revenge.

Even his own father, he can't do the thing of repaying grievances with kindness.

"you you……"

The old man clutched his chest, his face pale.

Since the end of the movement, since when did Li Pingyi receive such insults?For a moment he was stupefied.

"painting……"

The old man pointed at He Xiao and said tremblingly, "Give me back the old man's paintings, people like you are not worthy of collecting old master's paintings."

"Bah, I'm not willing to take those paintings of yours, just wait for me."

He Xiao turned around and went to the warehouse. He searched through the shelves with books, and finally came out with a dozen paintings.

Cursing bad luck in his heart, he walked up to Li Pingyi and threw it directly on the ground.

"A piece of forty, here are twelve paintings, give me four hundred and eighty, hurry up and take this garbage away, I think it will dirty my eyes."

"you you……"

Looking at his own paintings on the ground, the old man almost died of anger.

Trembling all over, he touched the cloth pocket and panted, "Old man... I came out in a hurry and didn't bring any money."

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

"Aunt Qin, use these tattered paintings to wipe off the water on the ground. When you're done, use these tattered paintings to wrap the broken porcelain and throw them out together to save yourself from bad luck!"

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

"You... you, the old man is in pain!"

Seeing his own paintings being used as garbage by others, the old man swayed and almost fell down.

"Qi!"

He Xiao scolded a lot, and finally let out the anger in his heart.

Looking at Li Pingyi's appearance, he was still afraid of being blackmailed by the old man.

Sitting down, he said angrily:

"Tell that Xu Ruowen, don't be shameless, no one wants me to hand over the painting that I bought with real money, even if Qi Baishi is here, it's useless!"

"Bah, I respect you, that's why I call you an old man. If you are shameless, see if I don't scold you to death, you old bastard!"

Li Ping turned pale, he couldn't listen anymore.

Holding the table and turning around, he walked out quickly.

"Stinky morality, shameless face, only to save some fame when you are about to die, and you don't know what your last name is."

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

After talking so much, he was still thirsty.

Picking up the tea bowl, he drank it in one gulp.

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

(End of this chapter)