After a while, Zhao Wenbin and three others helped Wang Changsheng out.
Zhao Erya greeted him and called him "grandpa", "uncle" and "little uncle" affectionately.
Zhang Yida also "recognized the kiss", and Wang Honghai and Yuan Qizheng both smiled and nodded.
Both of them highly recognized Zhang Yida.
Only Wang Changsheng kept a straight face and said, "The richest man came to visit. I'm sorry for the delay in greeting you!"
As he spoke, he looked at Zhang Yida's expression.
"Grandpa, these words are serious. There are no richest people here, only juniors!"
Zhang Yida was unfazed by favors and humiliations, always with a faint smile on his face and no hint of resentment.
Wang Changsheng nodded secretly, whether it was pretending or real, it was very good to have this kind of character.
This was much better than the image he had in mind of "a young and frivolous richest man".
What he is most afraid of facing is a young man who becomes arrogant when he succeeds, because such a person cannot last long and cannot give his granddaughter long-term happiness.
What about the richest man? No one can say for sure what will happen in the future, even if he is a prisoner, there are countless cases.
This was mainly to consider Zhang Yida's balance, rather than to make him angry because of some "red tape".
After all, he was a minister, his father was a founding father, and he was full of family tradition and wisdom.
"Dad, your bad temper is coming back again."
The one who dared to talk to Wang Changsheng like this was naturally his youngest son Wang Honghai, but their two sons-in-law did not dare.
In order to leave a good impression on his nephew and son-in-law, Wang Honghai also went to great lengths.
"Dad, this is the first time Yida meets you, can you say something nice?"
Wang Honghai smiled and said to Zhang Yida, "Old people, please understand that as you get older, you will have a bad temper."
Don't tell me, as soon as Wang Honghai said a few words, Zhang Yida's impression of this uncle suddenly rose sharply.
Zhang Yida smiled but said nothing. Talking too much would make mistakes, so it would be better to say a few words less.
When Zhao Erya saw her grandfather, she felt as if she had eaten explosives and hurried out to rescue him.
"Grandpa, Yida and I have prepared a gift for you."
After saying that, he turned around and went to get the gift.
Wang Changsheng looked at the turbulent Zhao Erya, like a child who had not grown up, with a trace of love in his eyes, "This Yaya, she has been so lively since she was a child."
A few people sat down on the sofa, and Zhao Erya also got gifts.
A long box.
Zhao Erya asked Zhang Yida to clear the coffee table, put the box on it, and signaled her grandfather to open it.
What a mysterious treasure?
Wang Changsheng cursed as he opened the box and found a scroll. When he unfolded the scroll, he was stunned.
Wang Yiduo also came over to see the baby. After taking one look, she couldn't help but burst out laughing "haha".
A little tiger with fierce breasts opened its bloody mouth.
It should have looked very ferocious, but the mouth was so big that it looked like a dentist, a bit like a cartoon exaggeration.
There was also a circle drawn on the tiger's head, with the big character "Ouch" written inside!
The pine trees and rocks next to the tiger look like an ink painting.
There are also the characters "Tiger Roars in the Mountain Forest, Swallowing the World" and "Tang Yin" on the left edge, as well as a red seal.
"Yaya, where did you buy this painting?"
Zhao Erya looked at everyone with pure innocence and replied: "I bought it at Poly Auction Company last year! What's wrong? Is this painting wrong?"
"Bought it from an auction company? Didn't you hire a professional to inspect it?"
Wang Changsheng loved calligraphy and painting very much and could tell the authenticity of this painting at a glance.
What left him speechless was that his granddaughter seemed to have bought a fake, and it was a very fake one.
"Yida, you have to talk to Poly Company about this matter.
I know they have a tough background, but you don’t have to be afraid, my uncle will support you from behind.”
Wang Honghai picked up the whole package, looking filled with righteous indignation.
Zhang Yida was also very depressed. I remember that the one I bought was not the "Tiger Roaring in the Mountains"?
What about the "Moon Spring Picture Scroll"? It was dropped?
He looked at Zhao Erya, you are choosing gifts, why is it like this?
Zhao Erya was very satisfied with everyone's performance and laughed "haha".
Are you so happy after buying a fake? Your money is wasted?
Just when everyone was feeling confused, Zhao Erya put her hand into the long box and took out the filling.
Now everyone saw clearly that there was a hidden compartment underneath, and there was a scroll hidden in it.
"Well, you Yaya, you are teasing everyone again!" the old lady gestured.
"Hey, you are such a big man, but you still like to play little tricks."
Wang Changsheng couldn't help but scolded him again.
After everyone complained about Zhao Erya, they took out the scroll, placed it on the coffee table, and slowly unfolded it.
The painting is divided into two parts. The center of the painting is at the top, 113 cm long, and the inscription is at the bottom, 135 cm long and 31 cm wide.
The first part of the picture depicts mountains in the distance, covered with mist at dawn, with staggered bamboo fences hiding several thatched cottages, lush pines, mountain springs rushing down, and wooden bridges lying across them.
In the back part of the picture, there are towering mountains, rocks and trees, and there is a noble man underneath, wearing a square scarf and a broad robe, sitting on the bank with his hands, looking at the vast lake in the distance with a deep expression.
When Wang Changsheng saw the painting, he couldn't move his eyes away for a moment, and waved his hand intently, "Yaya, hurry up, find me a magnifying glass for grandpa!"
Zhao Erya turned around and found a small box from the pile of items she had just brought home. She took out a magnifying glass from it and handed it to Wang Changsheng.
Wang Changsheng hunched his back and carefully examined it with a magnifying glass for nearly half an hour. His eyes and back were a little sore.
He straightened his body, took a deep breath, and twisted his waist.
While holding his waist, he said: "This is a genuine product. Look, it not only has the square seals of "Tang Bohu" and "Zhu Yunming" on it, but also a seven-character poem written by Wen Zhengming in running script.
This painting was given to Monk Yuequan by the three of them. Monk Yuequan was somewhat famous in the Ming Dynasty at that time, and many poets gave him poems, which were passed down to later generations.
Due to the special status of the donors, the three of them all have very high artistic standards in drawing and writing, which is different from the works for social occasions.
Moreover, this is a work jointly produced by three of the four talented people in Wuzhong, so it is quite precious!
The three of them don't have many works that have been passed down to future generations, let alone one jointly produced one."
When Wang Changsheng was admiring, Wang Yiduo interjected, "Grandpa, who are the four talented people in Wuzhong? Are they Tang Bohu and Zhu Zhishan, the four great talented people in Jiangnan?"
Wang Changsheng smiled and nodded, "Yes, he is the four great talents from Jiangnan in the movie. The other one is named Xu Zhenqing, and his name is Zhou Wenbin in the movie."
"Wow, this painting must be very expensive!"
Wang Honghai glanced at his daughter and said with a smile, "We are close to a small goal."
He turned to look at Zhang Yida and Zhao Erya again, and said in a humorous tone, "There are rumors in the world that at the Poly autumn auction last year, a mysterious boss bought the "Moon Spring Picture" for 92 million yuan.
"Volume", it must be you two, right?"
Zhao Erya was amused by her uncle and nodded to express her acquiescence.
"I prefer traditional culture. I like to buy some antiques, calligraphy and paintings when I have nothing to do, which is arty."
Wang Honghai laughed and was curious about what else Zhang Yida had in his collection.
When Wang Changsheng heard their conversation, his eyes lit up and asked: "Are there any more? Are there any more of Tang Yin's paintings?"
This question!
Zhang Yida sighed in his heart and found that Zhao Erya was giving him a wink.
He actually has another copy of Tang Yin's painting, which he bought from Mr. Xian Lin, who once organized the Munich Sex Museum.
There are 12 erotic pictures in the whole volume, with inscriptions and postscripts. The calligraphy and painting are so good that he couldn't put them down.
He heard that there is actually another pair in Japan, but he has not contacted the collector. If he does, he will get it.
The reason why I like Tang Bohu's erotic pictures so much is because this romantic and talented man has been around for five thousand years and is a representative figure in this field.
Human body art in ancient China was underdeveloped, because ancient Chinese people tabooed the naked body and artists did not use naked models. Therefore, ancient Chinese masters such as European Michelangelo could not be produced.
But Tang Bohu was different. He often used girls he had a relationship with as models, so his paintings were so lifelike and lifelike.
Zhang Yida looked at Zhao Erya, whose eyes were almost killing him, and felt extremely tormented in his heart.
I'm such an honest person, so it's not a good idea to lie to others, right?
In the end, the desire for survival defeated his conscience, so he shook his head like a rattle and said, "Tang Yin's works are gone, but other painters' works are still available."
"real?"
Wang Changsheng's eyes were full of suspicion. He just saw his granddaughter giving this boy a look.
He thought for a moment. Tang Yin seemed to be famous for painting, too...
He originally wanted to ask a few more questions, but forget it, to save some face for the young man.