"What trouble do I have? It's easy to handle. Just get in the car and I'll take you in." Huang Bingrui said.
Jiang Zhihao felt happy and quickly opened the car door and got in.
While Huang Bingrui was instructing the driver to drive, he glanced at the long package in Jiang Zhihao's hand and asked, "What kind of work are you talking about, Mr. Jiang? Why do you have to come to the community to meet?"
"Selling paintings." Jiang Zhihao replied: "Yesterday, I went to the auction with Mr. Tan and Mr. Song, and happened to take a good painting. I know that Mr. Jin Zhengqing, a master of calligraphy and painting, lives in this community, so I came to ask
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Huang Bingrui was startled when he heard this, and then laughed out loud: "It seems that Mr. Jiang and I are really destined. The old man is my uncle, and I came to visit him today."
Jiang Zhihao was stunned for a moment. Are Huang Bingrui and Jin Zhengqing related?
He didn't pay much attention to this, mainly because these two people died early, so no one talked about it.
But this is a good thing for Jiang Zhihao. With Huang Bingrui helping to speak, Jin Zhengqing must be more patient.
The two chatted, and soon the car arrived at Jin Zhengqing's door.
Huang Bingrui got out of the car and knocked on the door. After the nanny opened the door, she bowed to Huang Bingrui first. Then when she saw Jiang Zhihao standing next to him, he immediately darkened his face: "How did you get in! Someone has to call the police to arrest you!"
Huang Bingrui didn't know much about their affairs. Seeing that the nanny looked unhappy, he said, "This is my friend Mr. Jiang Zhihao. Do you have any misunderstanding?"
Hearing that he was Huang Bingrui's friend, the nanny showed an unexpected expression. Before he could speak again, Jin Zhengqing's voice came from the living room: "Is it Bingrui? Why don't you come in?"
"Uncle, it's me." Huang Bingrui said and stepped in. Jiang Zhihao took the opportunity to follow him in.
The nanny hesitated, but finally didn't stop her.
In the living room, Jin Zhengqing was still writing. He was in a bad mood yesterday because of Jiang Zhihao, so he didn't finish the words.
"When I finish writing this, please sit down for a while." Jin Zhengqing said without raising his head.
Huang Bingrui knew that his uncle had a deep interest in these things, so he didn't bother him. However, the nanny hesitated for a moment, walked over and said, "Mr. Jin, the one who cheated yesterday...the one who sold paintings came with Mr. Huang."
"Who sells paintings?" Jin Zhengqing said, looking up, and when he saw Jiang Zhihao, his face suddenly darkened: "Who let you in, get out!"
The nanny was afraid of causing trouble, so she quickly reminded: "Mr. Huang said that this is his friend."
"No matter who my friend is, get out of here!" Jin Zhengqing said angrily.
He hates liars the most, and he hates people who would lie to him even more. Even the people brought by Huang Bingrui will still continue to scold him.
Huang Bingrui's face was full of embarrassment. Looking at his uncle's angry look, he didn't know what happened.
Just when he was thinking about mediating, he heard Jiang Zhihao say: "I didn't expect that the famous Mr. Jin is a person who has defective products but doesn't know it. In other words, Mr. Jin knows that his painting
The painting is defective, but you are too embarrassed to tell others, so you can only hide it in this way?"
Huang Bingrui's face turned pale when he heard this. His uncle's temper was so fearless that he was like a powder keg and could be fired at the slightest moment.
I'm already very angry, why do you say such annoying things?
Moreover, Huang Bingrui could roughly guess that Jiang Zhihao must have done something deceptive to make his uncle so dissatisfied, which made him feel even more disappointed.