However, Lan Kehan has a very forthright character. Since he was wrong, he had nothing to hesitate and said directly to Jiang Zhihao: "I didn't expect this jade to be real or fake. I made a mistake and misunderstood Xiao Jiang. I
Apologize."
The old man's directness made Jiang Zhihao quickly say: "Lao Lao, there is no need to apologize. Afghan jade is very similar to high-quality mutton-fat jade, so it is counterfeited by unscrupulous merchants. If you don't know about this thing in advance, you can't tell the authenticity from the fake."
It’s really normal. I was also deceived when I first encountered it, so I have experience. But Mr. Mao, on the other hand, would probably lose money if he bought something like this for 10 million yuan.”
Mao Ziyun was already feeling very uncomfortable, but now that Jiang Zhihao had spoken out his words, he felt like his breath was stuck in his throat, he couldn't go up or come down, and his face was red from holding it back.
Lan Kehan looked over and said: "Ziyun, I appreciate your kindness. I suffered a loss this time. In the future, I must remember to learn from Xiao Jiang and don't do those fancy things all day long. I will be betrayed later."
If you still help count the money, isn’t this a disgrace to the Mao family?”
Mao Ziyun was completely speechless. He felt like a clown and his performance was terrible.
He had no intention of replying to Lan Kehan, so he turned around and left.
Lan Guoli originally wanted to chase him over and say a few words of comfort, but Lan Kehan stopped him: "Let him go, he will suffer a little at a young age, and he can't bear to ask others for advice. There is nothing to say."
Lan Guoli stopped awkwardly, not daring to disobey his old father's words.
The female companions around Lan Junhua were so excited that they almost went to heaven at this moment.
"Look, I say Mr. Jiang must be right!"
"Who says otherwise? One look at Mr. Jiang's appearance and you can tell that he is confident and will not do anything that is uncertain."
"Jun Hua, didn't you just say that we were blinded by appearances? What do you say now?"
Lan Junhua's face turned green and red. Jiang Zhihao's outstanding performance really made her feel like a slap in the face, and her whole face was burning.
Mao Ziyun actually spent 10 million to buy a fake. How stupid is this guy?
At this time, Lan Kehan didn't know what he was talking about with Jiang Zhihao, but he actually invited him to leave a calligraphy treasure.
"Let's go and see how Mr. Jiang's handwriting is. He must be as outstanding as his person!" someone said.
Lan Junhua gritted his teeth and followed forward, thinking to himself that his grandfather has practiced calligraphy for so many years, and his understanding and taste of calligraphy are even better than those of jade.
If Jiang Zhihao's handwriting is average, he can take the opportunity to regain his face!
No, it's not to regain face, but simply to prove that he is not as good as others think!
Jiang Zhihao did not refuse, and calmly went to the desk in the living room with Lan Kehan, where pens, inks, papers and inkstones were always placed.
On the fine rice paper, there was a half-finished picture of Loulan dispatching troops.
Jiang Zhihao took a look and said with a smile: "This should be Lao Lan's handiwork, right? It is indeed full of the flavor of fighting and fighting. Even if it is only a semi-finished product, it is still very powerful."
Lan Kehan chuckled and said: "Don't praise me. This kind of flattery is too crude. Just write, just on this painting. If you don't write well, it will be your lunch dish today."
Of course this was a joke, but it also shows Lan Kehan's expectations for Jiang Zhihao.
Jiang Zhihao thought for a while, dipped his pen in ink, and then improvised.
"Qinghai is covered with long clouds and dark snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city overlooks Yumen Pass in the distance. The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken."
A piece of "Seven Poems on the Military March - Part 4" written by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty is written with ease and is full of a chic and confident flavor.