Dragon King Hall

Chapter 130 Gallery Tea

Henry Zhang looked at Sylvia Lin’s solemn appearance, and felt a little funny. This woman, when dealing with millions of business, was not as nervous as she is now.

“Okay, okay, I remember it all.” Henry Zhang made an OK gesture.

"Also, there are many kinds of oil paint brushes, flat-headed, hazel-shaped, and fan-shaped. What are these used for? You can quickly check them online. These are the most basic things. There are two oil paintings in the room, Chaoyang only It’s a bit lacking in base color, wait until you take a pen to smear the paint casually, and you’ll be fine if you move slowly, understand? Try to fool it as much as possible, and then let’s go to dinner, and this matter will be over.”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry.” Henry Zhang raised his arms and put them on Sylvia Lin’s shoulders, “When did you see me go wrong?”

“Huh?” Sylvia Lin thought about it, it seemed that he hadn’t really had anything wrong with what he had explained to Henry Zhang.

Just as Sylvia Lin was about to speak and wanted to say something more, Fang Luo walked out of the study.

"Mr. Zhang, the painting of the rising sun in your room can be said to have completely restored Master Feierge's original work. Do you also like Master Feierger's work?"

“Yeah.” Henry Zhang nodded, “Sylvia and I met at Master Feierger’s painting exhibition. Master Feierger’s works brought me such a wonderful fate.”

"Mr. Zhang, you are really a romantic person." Fang Luo's eyes lingered back and forth on Henry Zhang and Sylvia Lin, with a complicated look in his eyes, "I don't know what Mr. Zhang is studying recently. A lot of rice paper, are you planning to learn Chinese painting?"

"Well, I have a little idea in this regard." Henry Zhang nodded, "But Chinese painting is too profound, and it will be difficult to achieve it in a while. This time, Mr. Fang is here, and I hope you can give me a few words."

"Haha, Mr. Zhang has won the prize. Looking at Mr. Zhang's sunrise, his painting skills are not inferior to mine, so why don't you mention something? If Mr. Zhang has time, we can go to the gallery tea together."

As soon as Fang Luo said the word gallery tea, Sylvia Lin and Milan’s expressions changed at the same time, and Sylvia Lin gave Henry Zhang winks again and again, meaning that Henry Zhang should not agree.

“Of course, anytime.” Henry Zhang replied with a smile.

"It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day. It's lunch time again. There should be quite a lot of people in the gallery teahouse. Let's go now."

Several people left the apartment one after another, each got into their own cars, and Sylvia Lin drove her Mercedes-Benz GT, carrying Henry Zhang, on the road.

"Why did you promise him to drink gallery tea?" Sylvia Lin, who was driving, looked very ugly.

"Didn't you say, go to dinner as soon as possible? He proposed it, and I agreed." Henry Zhang replied as it should.

"You! Hey!" Sylvia Lin glanced at Henry Zhang, sighed heavily, and shook his head, "It's not your fault, the gallery tea is a joke in the industry, and it's not just for eating."

"What do you mean?" Henry Zhang asked curiously, he had never heard of gallery tea.

"The so-called gallery tea refers to a tea restaurant dedicated to discussing paintings. There is such a place in the capital of every province. There is a rule in the gallery tea. Every meal will take out a painting for the audience. Those who discuss with other people, painting style, distinguishing authenticity, and those who dare to drink gallery tea are all accomplished in painting. Fang Luo asked you to drink gallery tea, just to compare with you in this respect. "

"So that's the case." Henry Zhang nodded thoughtfully. All the time, he came into contact with internationally famous painting masters, and all he saw were authentic works. He had never heard of Gallery Tea.

On the Aiyi River in Yinzhou City, there is a wooden bridge with a dark red deck, full of a sense of age. Walking along the bridge, across the Aiyi River, there is a wooden house, which is small and antique, standing in Aiyi In the middle of the Yihe River, above the wooden houses, there is a faint mist of cooking smoke. This is the gallery tea in Yinzhou City.

This tea restaurant is very famous in Yinzhou City. It only serves vegetarian dishes, and the taste is excellent. Many rich people want to come here to enjoy a meal, but not everyone will receive them here. The most basic thing is that you need Only those who have the membership of the Painting Association can eat here, because this is a place to drink tea in the gallery. It is small to eat food and drink, but it is big to discuss paintings together.

After Fang Luo revealed his status as a senior member of the Yan City Painting Association, he was welcomed naturally.

Don't look at Sylvia Lin as the richest man in Yinzhou City, but this tea restaurant is also her first visit, full of fresh curiosity.

The restaurant is built on the water, and the whole restaurant is made of wooden boards. Just standing in it, you will feel a kind of artistic conception, as if you have returned to that ancient era, where literati and inkmen can talk and laugh freely.

The size of the restaurant is not large. The entire dining hall is only one hundred square meters. There are sixteen wooden tables in total. Each table is wiped clean, and a table can seat up to six people.

The walls around the restaurant are covered with Chinese paintings for people to appreciate.

Henry Zhang and five sat on a wooden table in a corner, ordered a pot of tea at random, and ordered some vegetarian dishes. They didn't pursue the delicious food too much. After all, there are three international-level chefs sitting on this table now. If you really want to eat delicious food, no one is as delicious as your own.

At this time, there were still two tables of people sitting in the dining room, all of whom ordered pots of tea, held drawing boards, and wrote on the drawing boards with the hairs in their hands.

Soon, several plates of exquisite vegetarian dishes were placed in front of Henry Zhang and five people, exuding fragrance. The five people chatted while eating the vegetables. No one asked questions about paintings. Instead, they talked about interesting things in school, which made Lin Qing Han breathed a sigh of relief, as long as she can chat less, the chance of revealing her secrets will be less. On the way here, she has been urging Henry Zhang to check the knowledge about Chinese painting on the Internet, but how much can he check?
In the process of chatting with a few people, there are more and more people in the restaurant.

If you don’t touch a certain industry, you don’t know the mysteries of a certain industry. Just like Henry Zhang, before he came to this restaurant, he never thought that there would be so many people coming to the restaurant to discuss painting. All sixteen tables in the restaurant were full, and there were people Come, because there is no place, leave angrily.

Although the three daughters of Sylvia Lin are sitting in the corner, they have become the most beautiful scenery in the restaurant. There are even painters who have already waved paint brushes and are doing portraits for the three daughters.

"It's your first time, everyone?" A fat middle-aged man couldn't help but strike up a conversation, "I, Wan Yichang, run a small painting boat in Yinzhou."

The obese middle-aged man handed a business card to Henry Zhang’s table, to be precise, it was handed to the three daughters of Sylvia Lin.

"Boss Wan, if yours is just a small painting boat, then I can't even count as a painting boat. There is only one painting boat in Yinzhou City with an area of ​​more than 800 square meters." Sitting at the same table with Wan Yichang The person above said loudly.

(End of this chapter)