"Yiyi, you guys are eating here too." Mo Wenxing was slightly surprised when he saw Qiao Yiyi.

"Yes, Dad. We have reserved a private room over there, why don't you come over and join us." Qiao Yiyi sat down and said hello to Zhuge Lingyu again, "Mom."

"No need, we can just eat here." Mo Wenxing smiled lightly. He really liked his daughter-in-law. Not only was she beautiful, but he also had a very good attitude towards them.

"By the way, a few boxes of mooncakes will be delivered from Osmanthus Blossom House in a while. Let's try them together when they arrive." Mo Xiaosheng thought of something and said something to Qiao Yiyi.

"When did you order the mooncakes from Osmanthus Blossom House?" Qiao Yiyi looked slightly surprised when she heard this.

"You ordered the mooncakes from Osmanthus Blossom House?" Mo Wenxing's eyes showed surprise.

"Oh, that's it. A few days ago, a few women came to my store for health maintenance. Before leaving, one of them said she was from Guihualou and said she would give me a few boxes." Mo Xiaosheng scratched his head, "

No, when I was in front of the hotel just now, I received a call from the man who delivered mooncakes from Guihualou. I asked for the address and they were delivered shortly."

In front of his parents, Mo Xiaosheng always maintains the appearance of a child, with a bit of honesty and honesty. It's not that he is like this on purpose, but it's just his temperament. He is also the most silent one in the family and doesn't like to talk.

At this time, a man in red uniform came to the second floor and took out his mobile phone to call Mo Xiaosheng and ask for the table number.

The man was carrying three simple and exquisite brocade boxes in his hands, with three large gilded characters on them: Osmanthus Tower.

"Here." Mo Xiaosheng's cell phone rang, and he hurriedly stood up and waved to the guy from Guihua Tower.

"Mr. Mo, this is a mooncake specially left for you by our boss. I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and full of peace and harmony!"

The man said and handed the mooncake in his hand to Mo Xiaosheng, then turned around and left in a hurry. After delivering the order, he had to rush home to celebrate the festival.

"No, it's Osmanthus Tower."

"Who is this kid? He is so awesome."

"I asked someone to tell me that the mooncakes at Osmanthus Blossom House this year are extremely limited. Even Secretary Jiao received no more than two boxes. He got three boxes this time."

Seeing this, the people sitting around started talking in low voices, with envy and jealousy in their eyes.

Qiao Yiyi also looked shocked. Even though Mo Xiaosheng said that she had decided on Osmanthus Blossom House, but after it was actually delivered, she still couldn't believe it. After all, Osmanthus Blossom House is so famous.

"There are only three of us, leaving one box is enough. Let Xiaosheng carry these two boxes to your parents later. There are many of you, so you can all try them." Mo Wenxing looked calm and said to Qiao Yiyi with a smile.

.

"Okay, Dad."

The mooncakes at Guihualou were hard to buy at this time, but Mo Wenxing gave her two boxes at once, which made her respect Mo Wenxing even more.

At this time, Mo Xiaosheng had opened a box and took one each to Mo Wenxing, Zhuge Lingyu, and Qiao Yiyi.

"Try them all first."

Qiu Yiyi sat here for a while. At the insistence of Mo Wenxing and Zhuge Lingyu, Qiu Yiyi took the two boxes of moon cakes and returned to the private room with Mo Xiaosheng.

When they came to the private room, Qiao De, Dongqing, Qiao Li and others saw Mo Xiaosheng coming with Qiao Yiyi, a flash of disgust flashed in their eyes, and they even whispered a few unpleasant words.

"Dad, Mom, Xiaosheng ordered two boxes of Osmanthus Lou's mooncakes, you guys have a try." Qiao Yiyi said and put the two boxes of Osmanthus Lou's mooncakes on the dining table. Mo Xiaosheng ignored them and opened the packages and distributed them.

give them.

"Osmanthus Tower? It can't be fake, right?" Qiao Li said.

"Fake? Then do you like to eat it?" Qiao Yiyi looked a little unhappy.

Mo Xiaosheng saw that there was nothing interesting here and couldn't say anything, so he said hello to Qiao Yiyi.

"Well, I'll go over first, you can eat well here."

"Wait a minute, let me go and eat with you." Qiao Yiyi put down the mooncakes in her hands and went back to Mo Wenxing's place with Mo Xiaosheng. She preferred sitting with Mo Wenxing and the others than with her own family.

Have a meal.

When Mo Wenxing saw them both coming back, he didn't ask any more questions and just greeted them for dinner.

"By the way, dad, when I came here, two of my friends specially prepared a gift for you." While eating, Mo Xiaosheng remembered the brocade box that Zhou Chen and Wang Xuan gave him when he came, and he took it over

Open directly.

"What is it?" Mo Wenxing asked curiously.

"It's a painting, by Bada Shanren." Mo Xiaosheng said, and then gave the painting to Mo Wenxing, "Take a look."

"Yeah." Mo Wenxing took the words, looked at it carefully, looked slightly startled, and looked at Mo Xiaosheng again and said,

"I'm afraid this painting is not cheap."

"It's not much money, just tens of thousands of yuan." Mo Xiaosheng was afraid that his parents would worry too much, so he made up the amount at random.

The overall painting style of this ink plum painting is vigorous, round and elegant, with less but thick ink, clever layout and full of artistic conception.

"Can you lend me this painting?!"

At this time, an old man wearing glasses stood up on the table in the private room next to him. When he saw the painting in Mo Wenxing's hand, his eyes lit up and he hurried over.

"Who are you?" Mo Xiaosheng asked curiously when he saw the old gentleman's imposing manner.

"I am the director of the Heyang Art Research Institute, and this is my business card." The old man hurriedly took out a business card and handed it over. "I heard the conversation between the two of you just now, and I have done some research on Bada Shanren's paintings.

.”

In fact, the old man felt that this painting should be a real thing and not a fake worth tens of thousands of dollars as Mo Xiaosheng said, so he stood up and wanted to take a closer look to see if he had seen it wrong.

Mo Wenxing handed the Mo Mei picture to the old man.

The old man took the words and put on his reading glasses. He took a closer look, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became. This was clearly an authentic piece, with a market value of at least 20 million.

"I wonder if this painting, little friend, can be sold?"

"I won't sell it. This is a Mid-Autumn Festival gift for my dad." Mo Xiaosheng waved his hand and refused immediately.

"I will pay one hundred thousand." The old man said after thinking and looked at Mo Wenxing.

"Is this painting so valuable?" Mo Wenxing was slightly surprised when he heard this. He didn't know much about antique calligraphy and painting. Although he had heard about it, he didn't think it would be so valuable.

Just because he doesn't understand doesn't mean that Mo Xiaosheng doesn't understand.

"Old sir, are you kidding me?" Mo Xiaosheng smiled and said, "This painting is authentic."

There was a bit of disdain in his expression, and he had a lot of respect for the old man, but when he heard the price he quoted, he really regarded them as idiots who didn't understand anything.

"Then, I will give you another 100,000 or 200,000, whether to sell it or not." The old man added, judging from his expression, he really must get this painting.

"If you really want it, you can get it, twenty-five million." Mo Xiaosheng looked at the old man with indifferent eyes and said, "Nothing less will do."

When the old man heard this, he realized how wrong he was. It wasn't that he didn't know the price, but he just didn't want to tell it. How could a person who could tell the authenticity at a glance not understand this? How could he not know?

What is the value of these words?

But Mo Wenxing really didn't understand. If it were really Mo Wenxing, he might have sold this painting for 200,000 yuan, and he would have been very happy.

"Twenty-five million?" Mo Wenxing looked shocked after hearing this. He didn't expect that it was just a painting, but it was so valuable. Before, he thought that tens of thousands of dollars was expensive. What if he bought it himself?

, the most you can draw is one thousand yuan.

Mo Xiaosheng nodded, took the painting from the old man's hand, no longer bothered to pay attention to him, and said to Mo Wenxing, "Dad, this painting is valuable for collection, you can keep it for yourself."

"Yes." Mo Wenxing nodded and put the painting back into the brocade box.

He looked at the old man, smiled and said, "Sorry, I won't sell it."

The old man smiled and went back again.

After dinner in the evening, Qiu Yiyi suddenly said: "Mom and Dad, please go back first. Xiaosheng and I want to take a walk on the beach."

It was not far from the beach, and the moon was particularly bright tonight, so Qiao Yiyi had the idea of ​​going for a walk on the beach.

"It's so late, isn't it cold to go to the beach?" Zhuge Lingyu asked with concern.

"You are so old, why are you so ignorant? The young couple are having fun together, let's go, go, hurry up." Mo Wenxing complained to Zhuge Lingyu, grabbed her hand and walked to the parking lot.

Mo Xiaosheng couldn't help but grin as he looked at his parents' backs, and said, "During this period, my dad is much happier than before, and his health is much better."

"Well, what Dad said is quite interesting." Qiao Yiyi said with a slight smile, faintly fragrant and as elegant as a dream.

"You have such a beautiful smile."

Mo Xiaosheng grinned and said, "You look much more beautiful when you smile than before."

"Am I not beautiful if I don't smile?" Qiao Yiyi frowned and stepped hard on Mo Xiaosheng's feet with her high heels.

The wind at the beach was a bit cold, so Mo Xiaosheng took off his clothes and put them on Qiao Yiyi. Qiao Yiyi did not refuse. There was a feeling of happiness on his face.

The two of them were walking and chatting.

The bright moon rises on the sea, the tide rises and falls at the end of the world, and when the night is gentle, the wonderful people hold hands and smile.

At this moment, Mo Xiaosheng's cell phone suddenly rang. He took it out and saw that it was Zheng Fan. He was a little surprised and quickly picked up the call.

"Xiaosheng, happy Mid-Autumn Festival, I didn't disturb your holiday, right?" Zheng Fan said with a smile on the other end of the phone.

"No, no, just tell Mr. Zheng if you have anything to do." Mo Xiaosheng said.

Thinking of the Ferrari that Zheng Fan gave him, Mo Xiaosheng still felt that he deserved it, so if Zheng Fan had anything to do, he would be happy to help.

"To tell you the truth, I have a grudge. I'm going to discuss business tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?" Zheng Fan asked.

"Business talk?" Mo Xiaosheng couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, and said with a wry smile: "Mr. Zheng, you've got the wrong person. I'm fine with seeing a doctor, but I'm really not good at talking business."

"I'm not asking you to help me negotiate business. My client has a sister who is born with a weak body. I just want you to pretend to be my assistant and go there together to see if her disease can be cured." Zheng Fan said with a smile.

"Why does it have to be so complicated? I can just show it to her?" Mo Xiaosheng wondered.

"Xiaosheng, to tell you the truth, this big client of mine is from the capital. He is not an ordinary person, so I can't be careless. You come with me to have a look first. If you're sure about the treatment, then wait. If you're not sure, forget it." Zheng Fan said cautiously.

"Oh? But that big shot who came from the capital a few days ago?"
Chapter completed!