The stall was exposed to 60 million

After reading the edict, there was no response for a long time, and he frowned.

"No, I have to find a way to get the painting back?"

Tian Leizi frowned at this moment in thought.

...

Besides Zhang Jingchun, after Zhuang Yiran's grandmother got better, she invited the whole family to eat at home. The two families were happy and had a very harmonious conversation. When the grandmother mentioned that if it works, let the two children get married earlier.

When Zhuang Yiran heard it, she stopped quickly.

"Grandma, getting married is a lifetime event. Don't worry. I have to test whether he is worthy of my lifelong trust. I don't want to be like others. If you get married, you have to get married for a lifetime. Knot."

After hearing Zhuang Yiran’s words, her mother nodded at this moment: "My girl is right, I support it, you think it’s okay if you get married and don’t have children, if you have a child, then you feel uncomfortable and hurt. Child, so I support."

Grandma also laughed at this time: "Well, my niece said it was right. Before, I was going to die. Now I feel that this body is great. It will not be a problem to live him for another ten years. So, I can wait... "

The family laughed.

Grandma also brought him Fushou wine, saying that this wine was made by Tai Sui. My grandson said that drinking this wine can live a long life.

After the family finished eating, it was already more than three in the afternoon.

When I got home, my mother took my grandma out to visit the newly opened shopping mall. Although the family is no longer short of money, my mother and grandma still have not changed the fine tradition of diligence and thrift. As long as the supermarket discounts, they both look very excited. .

Especially when Mom just got the notebook, she wanted to drive outside whenever she had time.

...

As soon as Zhang Jingchun arrived home, he received a call from the shopkeeper Wan and quickly picked it up.

"Treasurer, rare guest, how come you have time? Anything?"

"Master Zhang, are you free now? I want to come to thank you personally, and see if you have time?"

"Thanks? What thanks?"

"You forgot, you helped me retrieve my treasure of the town hall "Ghost Valley Down the Mountain". This is how the case is handled and the affairs of my shop are handled properly, so I have time to come over and thank you. "

Hearing this, Zhang Jingchun remembered about Wanbao Pavilion.

"Okay, come on, I just came here after dinner."

"Okay, we will be at your Zizhu Pavilion in ten minutes."

After hanging up the phone, he drove home. After returning to the Fengshui Pavilion, he heard the shopkeeper walking up.

What the shopkeeper Wanwan didn't know was that Leizi had already been here that day. What he didn't expect was that the shopkeeper was also here.

The female apprentice driving could not help asking: "Master, isn't this the treasurer? Why is he here?"

"You, go over and listen and see what he wants to do?"

"Oh, Master let me go for everything, what if I'm caught."

Before the female apprentice finished speaking, she saw Lei Zi grabbed a hand at his P-share this day: "After the matter is over, I will buy you a bag tonight."

"Okay, let's go."

The girl got out of the car happily and went up.

His female apprentice watched the shopkeeper Wan enter the room, and hurriedly walked over, leaning on the door and listening.

When the girl was listening, she opened the recording and waited for Tian Leizi to listen.

After entering, they exchanged greetings with each other for a while before chatting.

When the shopkeeper Wan was looking around in his Fengshui Pavilion, he accidentally saw the painting in the bedroom.

"Hey, Master Zhang, the paintings in your room... feel so familiar? Can I go and take a look?"

"Ah, oh, that painting... OK, as long as you can understand it."

After that, I saw Wan shopkeeper walking over.

Zhang Jingchun thought, there are only a few words on the painting, not even a seal, and you can't see anything.

When looking at the up and down of the shopkeeper, Zhang Jingchun looked at the empty picture and smiled: "Is it true? In this painting, the mountains are rolling, the white cranes are flying together, and the streams are trickling. There are two girls outing in search of quiet, are they very artistic?"

However, the shopkeeper looked back at him and smiled: "Master Zhang, this should be a picture of a window, a master and a servant chatting and having fun, right?"

"Ah You……"

If it hadn't been for the words Master and Servant Tong Le Tu, Zhang Jingchun would have given more play to his imagination, but after listening to the words of the treasurer, he was stunned.

"You, you... can you see?"

Seeing Zhang Jingchun's expression of surprise, the shopkeeper smiled.

"Master Zhang, don't be surprised, I am not as capable as you, because I am so familiar with these words..."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingchun couldn't help being even more stunned.

"Too familiar, what do you mean?"

At this time, the shopkeeper smiled and asked a sentence: "Master Zhang, before I answer you, can you tell me where did your painting come from?"

Zhang Jingchun didn’t conceal it, so he gave him a little white eye on the rubbish dog he encountered while visiting the flower market, and how did this little white eye take him up the mountain, and how he picked up this ancient painting. To the side.

Listening to Zhang Jingchun's bizarre origins, Shopkeeper Wan looked incredible.

"Master Zhang, are you kidding me? Is this story too bizarre?"

Zhang Jingchun smiled: "Look at what you said, this is the real thing, how could it be a story? It's true, and that little white-eyed little dog is still following my grandma now? My treasurer, what do you mean by that? ?"

The shopkeeper was also puzzled.

"Master Zhang, then I won't hide it from you. The reason why I'm so sure is because he copied the "Master and Servant Tongle Tu". How could he have a history of thousands of years."

"Teacher Wan, don’t make trouble, didn’t you mean copying? Maybe I’m the real original, and when the little white eyes came out of the soil, there was a bad lacquer box. It’s definitely an old one. Thing, so to speak, the painting you copied is also a fake. Is this my real?"

The shopkeeper Wan not only didn't believe it, but also smiled.

"Master Zhang, no, no, no, you are wrong, this painting is the one I came here, if you don’t believe me, look at this place, if you see the water, you can still see an invisible'wan' ."

As soon as he said, he put his hand in the teacup and tapped it in the upper right corner.

Not to mention, a closer look reveals that there is really an impression of "10,000".

"Come on, Master Zhang, look, this is my surname stamp, is it hanging on me?"

At this moment, I saw the owner of Wanbao Pavilion and took out a bone pendant from his neck.

"How is this possible?"

Although Zhang Jingchun doesn't want to believe this, but the treasurer is the evidence that is so conclusive that you can't tolerate your disbelief?

"Impossible? You said you made this painting, so who did you give it to?"

"Where did I give it to someone, I sold it to one at a sky-high price, and you are very familiar with this person!"

"Huh? Who?"