Dragon King Hall

Chapter 35 Ambiguous
Soon, a middle-aged man in a suit trotted over. Obviously, this middle-aged man knew Fang Zhou.

"Hello Mr. Fang, I am the person in charge of this exhibition, Zhang Qiang." Zhang Qiang offered to extend his hand to Fang Zhou.

"Hello, I would like to ask, is this painting an authentic work or an imitation?" Fang Zhou pointed to the winter plum in front of him. In the painting, there is only one winter plum falling on the paper, giving people a sense of loneliness. Proud mood.

"Authentic." Zhang Qiang replied without thinking, "This winter plum is a representative work of Master Yan in the Tang Dynasty. It has been handed down to this day. We have obtained the official appraisal results before showing it. It is indeed an authentic work. Mr. Fang If interested, there will be a charity auction of the painting at a later date."

"Authentic?" Fang Zhou frowned tightly.

At this moment, a crisp voice sounded behind Fang Zhou.

"Mr. Fang."

Fang Zhou followed the voice, "Boss Lin, what a coincidence, you also come to the art exhibition?"

When Fang Zhou was talking, he took a special look at the professional suit on Sylvia Lin.

"Come to Mr. Fang to talk about cooperation." Sylvia Lin stood in front of Fang Zhou and said directly.

Fang Zhou smiled lightly, and said, "Mr. Lin, logically speaking, I don't talk about work at this time, but because your grandfather is kind to me, I will make an exception. To be honest, what you Lin gave The cooperation plan is not the best among all people. You should understand that I am a businessman, and I look at the interests, not the feelings. Unless you can come up with a better cooperation plan, otherwise, I think we can cooperate. time."

Sylvia Lin frowned, "Mr. Fang, I believe you know the situation of our Lin family. Although this plan cannot bring you the greatest profit in the short term, in the long run..."

"Stop." Fang Zhou made a hand gesture, "Mr. Lin, you know, I'm a venture capitalist, and all of them are short-term investments. I never look at the long-term benefits."

"Mr. Fang, I..." Sylvia Lin still wanted to say something, but he felt someone pulling him behind him, and when he looked back, it was his best friend Milan, and next to Milan, Henry Zhang also ran over at some point.

“President Fang, let’s talk later.” Sylvia Lin hurriedly greeted Fang Zhou, then walked up to Henry Zhang, and whispered, “Why are you here?”

"I called him here, I said Qinghan, you know that Fang Zhou likes traditional Chinese painting, and your husband specializes in this field, why don't you follow suit?" Milan blamed.

"Me!" Sylvia Lin hesitated to speak, she looked at Henry Zhang, then at Milan, she didn't know how to explain, she couldn't tell Milan the girl the truth.

"Okay, I think, let Henry Zhang go to negotiate with Fang Zhou first, if he can talk to Fang Zhou, then you can understand it with affection, and let it be reasonable." Milan persuaded.

Sylvia Lin subconsciously looked at Henry Zhang, but saw that Henry Zhang had already walked towards the ark, Sylvia Lin sighed, she knew whether Henry Zhang knew painting or not, what use would it be for him to come?
Henry Zhang walked to Fang Zhou, squinted his eyes, and looked at the painting in front of him, "The winter plum of Master Yan in the Tang Dynasty? The ink color is a little light."

"Do you understand painting?" Fang Zhou glanced quite unexpectedly when he heard Henry Zhang's voice. In this art exhibition, many famous paintings did not indicate the source, and those who can see the source of the painting at a glance are all people who understand painting.

“Of course I understand, haha!” A loud laugh sounded, but it didn’t come from Henry Zhang, but from another person.

Song Tao walked over with big strides, and said loudly as he walked: "Mr. Fang, this Mr. Zhang Xuanzhang is Mr. Lin's husband. He is also an artist who specializes in traditional Chinese painting. I think you two should be familiar with it." There is a lot of common language."

After Song Tao finished speaking, a dark smile flashed in his eyes, artist?You can really brag, if Wang Shao hadn't told me, I really wouldn't know that this is a door-to-door son-in-law for money!
"Oh?" Fang Zhou looked at Henry Zhang very interestedly, with appreciation in his eyes, because there are fewer and fewer people who are still keen on Chinese painting, "Mr. Zhang, are you engaged in Chinese painting?"

“I understand a little bit.” Henry Zhang nodded with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"In that case, Mr. Zhang, can you tell if this painting is the authentic work of Master Yan?" Fang Zhou asked, pointing to the winter plum in front of him.

Henry Zhang glanced at the painting in front of him, and then said, "Mr. Fang, what answer do you want? Is it true or false? Hahaha!"

Henry Zhang laughed, turned and left, leaving such an ambiguous answer.

Sylvia Lin looked at Henry Zhang’s performance, shook his head helplessly, and did not blame Henry Zhang. Traditional Chinese painting is profound in itself, unlike Western food etiquette, which only requires simple training to understand a little bit. It depends on years of experience Accumulated experience and rich knowledge.

Milan was also surprised, what's going on?Does he not understand?It shouldn't be!

During this period of time, Milan has been thinking about how to dismantle Henry Zhang, an emotional liar, but today, she hopes that this liar can understand a little more and chat with Mr. Fang, because Milan knows how much crisis Sylvia Lin’s company is facing now. There are internal and external troubles.

Fang Zhou frowned, looked at the back of Henry Zhang leaving, and did not speak.

"Mr. Fang, it seems that this Mr. Henry Zhang is just a name. How can I say that Sylvia Lin is too commercial, and it is normal to make up some things. For example, she told me that her husband is engaged in Chinese painting " Song Tao came to Fang Zhou, "Mr. Fang, let me introduce myself. I, Song Tao, have been entrusted by others to let Mr. Fang see the true colors of some people, and not be confused by the descendants of some benefactors."

In the lounge of the exhibition, Henry Zhang sat at a small round table holding a glass of iced Coke.

Milan and Sylvia Lin sat opposite him respectively.

"Henry Zhang, aren't you engaged in Chinese painting? Do you understand it? Is the painting just now authentic?" Milan looked at Henry Zhang and was still in the mood to drink Coke here, anxious.

Sylvia Lin, on the other hand, seemed very calm, because she knew very clearly that Henry Zhang did not understand Chinese painting, and if her plan was not favored by Fang Zhou, then this cooperation would be impossible.

"Ah... hiccup..."

After taking a sip of iced Coke, Henry Zhang said: "That painting, how should I put it, is authentic, but not authentic."

"What do you mean?" Milan was confused.

"You don't understand even if you say it." Henry Zhang took another sip of Coke, and seeing Milan was anxious again, he quickly said, "By the way, wait, there is a charity auction, right? Let's go and see together. "

Regarding charity auctions, Henry Zhang has participated in many times before, and he has long been familiar with the road.

(End of this chapter)