When Song Kanglai took him to see Jiang Zhihao, Huang Bingrui did not think that this young man was as powerful as Song Kang said during the whole process. But for Mr. Song to value him so much, he must have some ability, at least about intuition.
A few examples, it sounds amazing.
But now it seems that this is just a deception.
It is estimated that even Mr. Song was deceived by his so-called intuition!
Thinking of this, Huang Bingrui immediately said: "Mr. Jiang, since my uncle doesn't welcome you, you'd better leave."
He has made up his mind that he will never have contact with this person from now on. And he will have to call Song Kanglai later to remind him not to be deceived again.
The nanny came over and wanted to drive Jiang Zhihao away just like yesterday.
At this time, Jin Zhengqing suddenly said: "Wait a minute!"
Several people looked over and saw Jin Zhengqing staring at Jiang Zhihao with a gloomy face and said, "You said my paintings are defective? Young man, do you know that a big tongue will lead you to the eighteenth level of hell!"
"How do you know I didn't come back to the world from hell?" Jiang Zhihao said without the slightest fear: "But do you know how defective your painting is? You only rely on your subjective consciousness to judge right and wrong. You want me to see it.
, you, the so-called master of calligraphy and painting, are nothing more than that."
"Mr. Jiang, you are going too far!" Huang Bingrui's face also darkened.
"It doesn't matter, let him say it." Jin Zhengqing laughed angrily and said: "I really want to know where my painting is defective. If he can tell the truth today, I won't blame him, but if he says no
Come out, don’t blame me for being rude!”
This was what Jiang Zhihao wanted, so he didn't hesitate, just took out the scroll from his bag, unfolded it, and said to Jin Zhengqing: "Look at what this is."
Huang Bingrui didn't know much about painting and couldn't see why, but the nanny had been around Jin Zhengqing for a long time, so she did understand a little bit.
He glanced at it twice and then sneered: "What did I say? It turned out to be a painting copied by Wang Shimin. How dare you show your shame in front of Mr. Jin with such a thing?"
"You don't have to say anything if you don't understand, so as not to lose Mr. Jin's people." Jiang Zhihao said softly.
"you......"
The nanny only said one word and was waved by Jin Zhengqing. The old man stared at Jiang Zhihao and said coldly: "I don't see what's so strange about your painting. Although Wang Shimin was one of the four kings and four monks in the Qing Dynasty, he
If you copy it, it won't be as good as my original Ren Renfa."
"I have said, your painting is real, and mine is also real, does the old man really not understand?" Jiang Zhihao asked.
Jin Zhengqing frowned and looked at him, while Huang Bingrui said over there: "Uncle, you don't have to be angry with him. I brought him here, I will just take him away."
Seeing Huang Bingrui coming over, Jiang Zhihao said quickly: "I need some procedures to prove that what I said is true. I also need some time to buy chemical raw materials and steaming bottles and other equipment."
"Mr. Jiang, please stop talking and leave quickly." Huang Bingrui said impatiently.