Wu Di sat in the back seat of the Range Rover, looked at the exquisite interior and smelled the faint fragrance of leather, and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Haha, boy, I'm very revengeful. You dare to yell at me this morning, so I'm going to hit you now. Do you know who bought this car? Do you know why you bought an off-road vehicle? Do you know who gave the old lady the idea? Do you know who arranged for the old lady? Do you know who arranged for the old lady? Now please allow Mr. Zhongqi to introduce it to you. The person who arranged all this is the future director, Academy Award winner, Palme d'Or, and Golden Horse Award winner Zhongqi and Master Zhong."

"My uncle is ashamed. Actually, grandpa doesn't allow you to buy this car, so you asked your mother to buy it for your uncle. You also said you can drive it over often and you can exchange your X5 for it."

"Damn, I brought a little spy. Doudou, they are all uncles, it's unfair."

"No, one is the younger uncle and the other is the younger uncle. Of course, the older ones cannot bully the younger ones."

Chang's hometown is far away. In the mountains of Yanqing, Zhong Qi explained to Wu Di:

"Uncle Chang used to be the first to be a national character, but he went from the cultural front and was always a top appraiser. After retreating, he had nothing to do, and he thought the air in the city was not good, so he set up a house in Yanqing Mountain. The old man knew that he was good at this, so I set up an auction house and asked me to send it to Uncle Chang to see when there was something good, so we had to go this trip. But Xiaowu, I'll tell you something, don't be angry."

"Don't worry, you said that a friend opened an auction house and your feelings are you."

"Haha, I have shares, and I have shares in many companies. Boy, your fourth brother, I am a man with a story."

"Stop talking nonsense, what should I say?"

"Damn, are you the one who interrupted?"

"Don't talk nonsense, be frank and be lenient, and resist strictness."

"You may not be able to take pictures of your painting."

"Ah? Why? It shouldn't be fake?"

"Uncle Chang, like Zhang Daqian, likes Shi Tao's paintings. He usually shows good things to Uncle Chang. If there are suitable ones, he will stay. The gift is higher than the auction, but there are very few things left. He will definitely want this painting, but Uncle Chang will celebrate his 80th birthday at the end of next month. The old man means that if this painting is real, it will be regarded as a birthday gift."

"Oh, then give it."

"You have to think about it, this is tens of millions of things."

"So expensive? Oh, but in my eyes, there is no difference between tens of millions and millions. I don't have to worry about the children in Kushantun. I have a car. I get a commission to buy a house in a few days. I don't need to have that much money. Why do I need that much money? Besides, the elderly at home want to use things, so shouldn't they give them to their children?"

"You don't get married, don't raise children, don't want to live a good life?"

"What is a good life? I don't lack food and clothing, and I can make money. What is the value of giving a painting?"

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. I'll give you the paintings. I'll give you money. Can I buy them?"

"Don't, don't ask me for money, I'll be anxious to ask you for money."

"If you have the ability, go back and find the old man."

"If you go, go. If you really want to give me money, I will go to him tonight."

"I think you guys, you have never seen money. Anyone who has some money and has suffered will not be as light as you. If you cry in the future, you should hurry up. At 1:00 a.m. every day, Uncle Chang will have to sleep for two hours. I don't want to wait that long."

Wu Di thought that it may be related to never seeing money, or it may be related to the glass type. Most likely, he still has the ultimate treasure - the Book of Heaven!

He rushed to hurry up, and when he arrived at the villa on the hillside of Uncle Chang, it was already a little faster. Zhong Qi ran with the painting, which made Wu Di pull Ou Doudou run. Although he just glanced at it in a hurry, Wu Di gave the house an evaluation, the fairyland on earth.

"Uncle Chang, I'm bringing you some good things."

Before entering the hall, Zhong Qi started shouting. Wu Di heard a very angry voice coming from the hall:

"Boy, are you afraid that you, Uncle Chang, will you go to bed? I'm going to sleep after you've had enough sleep before you get up. I didn't sleep well last night. Old Yang, go and sleep for three or four hours before talking about it."

Zhong Qi was not as reserved as he was at home. He walked in and said:

"When you wake up, this thing is ruined. Oh, it's a coincidence that Uncle Yang is here too. Wu Di, Doudou, come here quickly and I'll introduce you to you."

This villa is an antique building, built like a courtyard house, and is all flat. Wu Di is now standing at the second main hall. He saw two fat old men standing in the middle of the main hall at a glance, and instantly felt like they were devastated. Are the fairy-land living in the fairyland all have thin and fairy-like immortals? No matter who these two fat old men are Uncle Chang, they can’t get a name with Xianfeng Daogu? This is also a fault that Wu Di doesn’t care about politics. If you change to Lao Jing, as long as you say it was Lao Chang who used to be a national character, who would not know that it was the fat old man who often met on TV more than ten years ago?

There was no sign of one of the two old men at all. Wu Di felt that they were only about fifty, even younger than his father. Without waiting for Zhong Qi to introduce one of the fatter old men to come to the two:

"You are Ou Doudou, right? Ou Xingfu, you are such a lucky kid. Come on, Grandpa Chang has nothing good to do, so bring this bracelet for you."

"This is impossible. How can this little guy suffer from the nine-eyed Dzi beads that have been opened by the living Buddha?"

"You go, come, little guy, grandpa said he had to bring it with him, but the elder dared not refuse."

The old man brought the bracelet to Ou Doudou before saying to Wu Di:

"You are Wu Di, the godson of the old stubborn donkey? The old guy will never owe everyone a favor in his life. I think he will be finished this time."

The old man waved his hand, and the nanny handed over a jewelry box, opened it, it was a white jade Guanyin, reached out to hand it to Wu Di, and said with a smile:

"I haven't gone out for many years, and I can't receive good things, and I can't reach the level of mutton fat jade, but it's still a thing, so don't think it's bad, little guy."

Wu Di was about to refuse, but when he saw Zhong Qi signaling him to come next, he put it away openly and said with a smile:

"I'll bring it with me later. All the things given by the old man can keep you safe."

"Well, okay, it's not a fault for the old stubborn donkey who likes you."

Old Yang walked up, took out a pair of cultural walnuts and a brush, handed them to Wu Di and Ou Doudou, and said with a smile:

"I'm not a big rich man like Old Man Chang. I'll just take it and play with it."

Wu Di thanked repeatedly, and Ou Doudou said sweetly:

"I will use this pen to practice calligraphy and compete with my grandfather in a few years."

The two old men said that they were both smiling.

Zhong Qi was sharp-eyed and saw the walnuts in Wu Di's hand, and couldn't help but scream again:

"Old lion head! Uncle Yang, my heart is bleeding. I don't let me see it. Now you give it to others casually, it's unfair!"

What you say is that every word is crying, the person who hears it shed tears, and the person who hears it is sad.

"Boy, have you brought something? Come quickly. I'll have to take a nap later."

"Dao thu thu thu thu, grandly debut!"

Zhong Qi handed the oil paper bag in his hand to Mr. Chang.

"The painting? Why is it wrapped? Silk painting?"

Mr. Chang guessed that it was a painting as soon as he touched his hands, but he guessed the wrong direction.

"No, yes, hey, it's a painting, not a silk painting, just dug out of a brick inkstone."

"Oh, that's about to hurry up, go and go to your Uncle Yang's studio."

Lao Yangtou's studio was in the west wing where he first entered the yard. The group walked over quickly. Old Chang carefully opened the oil paper. Seeing the sponge-like thing in the crease of the drawing paper, he nodded, opened the painting, placed it on the table, and looked at it.

Zhong Qi quietly explained to Wu Di that Lao Yangtou is a master of mounting and is seventy years old. He is Uncle Chang's good friend. He often comes to live with Uncle Chang. Sometimes he lives for half a year. Because he often brings work here, he also buys a guy here.

Old Yang leaned over, glanced at him, and said:

"Shitao, landscape map."

"Well, good stuff, it's well preserved. This painting "Dafengtang Calligraphy and Painting Record" and "Shitao Research". According to records, Yin Jiantang disappeared after collecting it. He had seen imitations from the late Qing Dynasty on the market. Some people even said that this painting was fabricated, but they didn't expect the real painting to be here."

"Look, there is Yin Jiantang's collection seal here."

Mr. Chang held the magnifying glass and looked carefully for a while, straightened his waist and said:

"Shitao's painter follows nature and describes nature. Most of the landscape paintings are strange scenery of Huangshan. His writing of Huangshan's texture is about similar to the composition and shape of the rock layer of Huangshan. Huangshan has many pine trees and is strange and strange. Therefore, Shitao has various special techniques to paint pine, which is deeply understood by the expression of Huangshan pine, and can be called "two wonders" with plum blossoms. Huangshan's strange peaks are towering and cloudy seas, so Shitao is best at painting clouds and mountains. Moreover, Shitao's composition is good at "intercepting the scene", his structure is intentionally curious, clever and clumsy, and the thickness is interchangeable, giving people a sense of danger. Shitao believes that painting starts with one stroke, and finally one stroke. He draws the outline of the rock, uses a very thick brush, and paints moss and grass.

When picking reeds, the brush is very thin. The contrast between the thickness and thin brush is very different, but it is very vivid. When goushan paints trees, they use the reverse tip to express it, which is full of ancient and clever fun. Shitao's ink method is unique, so it can fully express the misty weather of mountains and rivers. He likes to use raw paper or Korean paper to paint with wet pens, so that it turns into a misty form of clouds and smoke without obvious outlines. Or if light ink is used to draw the outlines, use ink or green water to dye the misty weather of mountains and rivers without its blur. These characteristics can be found in this painting. Is it a genuine work or a fine work. Xiao Zhong, do I want to intercept your finale?"

"Haha, Uncle Chang, this painting was taken out by Wu Di from a brick inkstone. This trip was to send you paintings. I wish you a good health as good as this mountain and this pine will never grow old. However, I agreed that you will always drink next month and I will come empty-handed."

"Okay, come empty-handed. The whole family will come over at that time. I won't let the children do it. We will gather together with a bunch of old guys. You guys will also gather at that time. Oh, by the way, are you carrying that brick inkstone? You might know the source of this painting when you look at it."

Wu Di quickly took out two brick inkstones from his backpack. When Mr. Chang looked at it, he sighed:

"Zhang Tingji? Good thing, Xiao Wu, why are you willing to destroy it?"

"It was put on the table and accidentally dropped it on the floor."

Mr. Chang shook his head, thought for a while, and couldn't help but say:

"Does Xiao Wu play with antiques?"

"No, this is what I bought and gave away."

"Oh, that's all, it's nothing. If you collect it, I'll let Xiaoqi teach you that there are many tricks in it. Of course, it's more welcome to show us old guys often. Lao Yang, can you see if this brick be repaired?"

"No problem, let's put it here. You can talk about it. You have to deal with this painting quickly."

"Haha, this is Lao Yang driving people away. It's better, I'll go to bed. Are you going to leave or stay with three little guys?"

Zhong Qi shouted,
Chapter completed!