He unexpectedly becomes a father at the start of his life, and the mother of his child is a national

"That's right," He Muqing nodded and replied with a smile.

"The essence of a good painting lies in the details of brushstrokes and ink. A photograph is two-dimensional and simply cannot capture this sense of depth and artistic conception."

Yu Mobai didn't reply, but turned his head back to stare at the painting, looking at it closely, then stepping back to examine the details, then back a few steps to look at the overall composition.

The more I look at it, the more I like it; the more I look at it, the more I feel that even if I lose that 200,000, it's all worth it.

He looked at it for another ten minutes or so before reluctantly turning his gaze away from the painting.

Just then, footsteps and voices came from outside the VIP room, sounding like guests had entered the gallery.

Yu Mobai's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly tensed up—he couldn't let anyone else see this painting! The art world is only so big...

Anyone with expertise can immediately recognize the value of this painting. If someone tries to snatch it up by offering an even higher price, that would be a real problem.

The longer the night goes on, the more things can go wrong. We must finalize the deal and get the painting in hand before we can truly secure our money.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately turned around, took out his bank card from his pocket, and handed it directly to He Muqing, his tone extremely urgent:

"Manager He, I'm definitely taking this painting. Enough said, just transfer 1.2 million now and we'll get the paperwork done."

He Muqing had anticipated this, and with a smile, she took the bank card, took out a POS machine from the drawer next to her, swiped the card, and handed it to him.

"President Yu, please enter your password."

Yu Mobai took the POS machine, quickly entered the password, and held his breath as he pressed the confirmation button.

Only when he heard the POS machine beep, indicating a successful transaction, did he finally feel much more at ease.

Immediately afterwards, he handed the painting tube containing "Solitary Angler on a Cold River" to He Muqing:

"This is the painting 'Solitary Angler on a Cold River' that I told you about. Take a good look at it and see if it's genuine or not."

He Muqing took the painting tube, placed it on the clean table, carefully unscrewed the lid, took out the scroll inside, and gently unfurled it on the table.

A traditional Chinese ink painting of mountains and rivers slowly unfolds before your eyes.

A wide river, hazy mountain shadows in the distance, a small flat boat nearby, an old man wearing a straw raincoat, sitting alone at the bow fishing.

The brushstrokes are extremely concise, yet they perfectly capture the aloof and cold atmosphere, revealing Chen Zizhuang's style at a glance and showcasing his profound skill.

He Muqing bent down and carefully examined the overall calligraphy and its condition. Then she picked up a magnifying glass from the table and peered at the inscription and seal.

I also examined the details of the brush and ink thoroughly, inside and out, and confirmed that it was undoubtedly an authentic work, and in perfect condition, without any repairs or damage.

"No problem, it's genuine, and in excellent condition." She looked up at Yu Mobai and confirmed it again.

"President Yu, are you really sure you want to use this painting, which is worth 500,000 yuan on the market, to offset the remaining 300,000 yuan?"

"I'm sure, 100% sure. What's there to be unsure about?" Yu Mobai nodded immediately without hesitation, his tone resolute and unambiguous.

"Then I'll really accept it." He Muqing smiled, carefully rolled up the painting again, put it back into the painting tube, and stored it in the cabinet next to her.

"You've really lost 200,000 yuan; I feel so bad for you."

Yu Mobai laughed heartily, waved his hand, and didn't care at all:

"Why feel bad? Trading 200,000 for this 'Lotus and Fish Playing' painting is totally worth it, not a loss at all."

He Muqing said no more, turned around and walked to the wall, climbed the ladder, and carefully took down the "Lotus and Fish Playing" painting hanging on the wall.

Holding it with both hands, she presented it to Yu Mobai, a smile on her face:

"President Yu, congratulations! From now on, this painting is yours."

Yu Mobai quickly reached out his hands and solemnly accepted the scroll. The moment his fingertips touched the scroll, his hands trembled slightly uncontrollably.

He looked down at the painting in his arms, gently stroking the silk border of the frame, his eyes filled with excitement and appreciation, as if he were holding some rare treasure.

"Manager He, thank you so much, thank you so much!" He thanked her repeatedly, his joy barely concealed.

"You're too kind," He Muqing said with a smile.

"It's a blessing for Haolin that you like his work so much."

Yu Mobai glanced down at the painting in his arms again, afraid of damaging it, and quickly took out the blank drawing tube he had brought, carefully rolling up the painting.

The movements were so gentle that they couldn't be softer. Little by little, the paint was stuffed into the tube, the lid was closed, and the tube was held tightly in the arms, as if afraid of dropping or damaging it.

After exchanging a few more polite words with He Muqing, he couldn't wait to take his leave. Clutching his painting tube, he walked out of the gallery with a cheerful smile, his steps light as if he were walking on clouds, and the smile on his face never faded.

Once in the car, he carefully placed the painting tube containing the "Lotus and Fish Playing" painting on the passenger seat, and even adjusted the seat angle to make sure the tube wouldn't tip over and roll off, causing any damage.

After he had placed the painting tube securely, he sat back in the driver's seat, fastened his seatbelt, but did not start the car immediately.

He sat in the driver's seat, turned his head, and stared at the painting tube on the passenger seat for a long time, his smile growing wider and wider.

Suddenly, a person popped into my mind—Lin Ssu-nien (Lin Tsai-wei's grandfather).

The thought of Lin Sinian made Yu Mobai feel even more smug.

Last time, he and Lin Sinian fought tooth and nail over Hao Lin's "Autumn Wind in Ten Thousand Valleys," but in the end, Lin Sinian managed to snatch it away for 100,000 more than him.

He was depressed about this for a long time, unable to eat or sleep well. His old friends in the industry would always tease him about it, making him lose face.

This time it was different. The painting he received, "Lotus and Fish Playing," was far superior to his previous work, "Autumn Wind in Ten Thousand Valleys," in terms of both brushwork and artistic conception.

Such a wonderful treasure, how can I not show it off to my old friend and make him envious?

Thinking of Lin Sinian's shocked, envious, and jealous expression when he sees this painting, Yu Mobai couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He immediately made up his mind not to go home, but to go find Lin Sinian first, to let the old man see what kind of treasure he had obtained.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he started the car, turned the steering wheel, and drove towards the residential area where Lin Sinian lived.

When he arrived, he was filled with anticipation and trepidation. On the way back, he was filled with pride and joy. He even hummed his favorite tune and slowed down his driving, making sure to drive steadily, as if afraid of bumping the precious painting in the passenger seat.

In less than half an hour, the car drove into the upscale residential area where Lin Sinian lived.

The security guards all recognized him and immediately raised the barrier to let him through.