At this time, it was already nightfall in Jinling.
Ma Lan finished dinner and was calling Ye Chen and Xiao Churan to the table. At the same time, she couldn’t help complaining: “It’s already eight o’clock, why doesn’t this old bastard Xiao Changkun know? I don’t know where to go when I go home Already!”
Ye Chen said casually: “Mom, Dad is now the executive vice president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association. He must be busy at ordinary times, so please be considerate.”
Ma Lan said disdainfully: “I understand his ass, how much does he weigh, how can I not know? Let him be the executive vice president, I think the management of this painting and calligraphy association is also blind. ”
Just as he was talking, Xiao Changkun opened the door and walked in.
Xiao Churan hurriedly greeted him: “Dad, wash your hands quickly and eat!”
Xiao Changkun asked casually: “What kind of food are you cooking? Are there hard dishes?”
Ma Lan said cursingly: “The bastard’s lid is hard, do you want to chew on it? If so, I’ll buy you two yuan tomorrow!”
Xiao Changkun got a headache when he heard Ma Lan’s words, and frowned, “You really can’t spit ivory out of your mouth.”
With that said, he stepped into the restaurant, washed his hands by the sink in the western kitchen, and then slowly came to the dining table and sat down, and said to Ye Chen: “Good son-in-law, guess who I saw when I was shopping in the antique street today?” ?”
Ye Chen said casually: “It must be Zhang Ermao, who else?”
Xiao Changkun said in surprise: “Yes, my good son-in-law, you are so predictable!”
Ye Chen smiled: “Dad, don’t say that I knew that Zhang Ermao had returned to Antique Street. Even if I didn’t know, if you ask, it must be Zhang Ermao who didn’t run away. We both know each other and live in Antique Street Who else is engaged in antiques besides him.”
“That’s right.” Xiao Changkun nodded, then thought of what happened in Antique Street, and sighed: “This Zhang Ermao is really fucking getting darker and darker. Today he went out of the stall and put a piece of lightning strike wood. I asked How much does he sell, five million when he opens his mouth, is this fucking poor and crazy?”
As he spoke, he thought of something, and said again: “Oh right, I heard that Zhang Ermao quit working on antiques a while ago, and went to hang out with Hong Wuye, now he can’t get along with Hong Wuye anymore? The society’s means of buying and selling by force has been brought into the antique circle?”
Ye Chen said with a smile: “Dad, you don’t care what Zhang Ermao does. A piece of lightning strike wood can be sold for as much as he likes. If the price is too high, no one will buy it. Based on your experience in the antique industry for so many years, you Have you ever heard of a fool who would spend five million on a piece of lightning strike wood?”
Xiao Changkun pursed his lips and nodded, and said with a smile, “That’s true.”
Ma Lan who was on the side asked, “Xiao Changkun, are you now picking up antiques again?”
Xiao Changkun squinted at her, and said casually: “I’m not an antique dealer, what kind of antiques are I buying? It’s just that I have a sharp eye, and I can be regarded as a leader in this industry. You can pick up a big leak.”
“It’s just you?” Ma Lan said disdainfully: “Once you make a move, don’t poke Lou Zi, it’s considered a high incense!”
“You know what a fart!” Xiao Changkun looked at her contemptuously, and then said to Ye Chen: “By the way, good son-in-law, our Painting and Calligraphy Association will hold an exhibition of ancient calligraphy and painting in Jinling in a while. The city is also very supportive, and at that time, it should face the whole country and make a big move! Maybe even CCTV will be invited to report the whole process!”
Ye Chen asked curiously: “Such a big commotion? Our Jinling is not considered a hometown of calligraphy and painting. Isn’t it a bit forced to make such a big move?”