He moved a chair, stood up, took down the scroll, rolled it up carefully, and handed it to Han Jiulin.
Han Jiulin took the scroll and asked, "Are you really giving it to me for free? No money?"
Chen Zhengchu waved his hand and said: "No money. It is a great fate that you can come to me again after twenty years and take away this painting. If it smells like copper, it will be meaningless."
Han Jiulin nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, then I would rather obey your orders than be respectful.
However, in return, I can help introduce you. As for whether you can achieve anything in the future, it depends on you."
Chen Zhengchu didn't quite understand what Han Jiulin meant, so he smiled honestly, waved his hand and said: "My painting skills are not very good, and they will stay like this for the rest of my life. How can I dare to talk about my achievements?"
When he was studying painting, he also thought about becoming famous and becoming a world-famous painter.
However, as time goes by, the original ambitions have been completely wiped out.
There are so many people with unappreciated talents. Which one of the owners of this row of studios doesn’t have any real skills?
What does Chen Zhengchu mean to him?
The other studio owners stood aside and scolded each other in low voices.
"Old Chen is really a fool. His illness is unclear."
"That's right, it's not easy to find a big customer who is willing to sell the painting for any amount of money.
Fortunately for him, instead of trying to sell it at a good price, he actually gave it away for free."
"What do you know? Old Chen is pretending to be aloof."
His words were filled with sarcasm and ridicule.
At this point, they no longer had any interest, so they turned around and returned to their studios.
At this moment, Han Jiulin turned around and handed the scroll to Xiao Yuyan, asking her to hold it for her. Then he said to Chen Zhengchu, "Please prepare a brush and ink for me."
Although Chen Zhengchu didn't know what Han Jiulin wanted to do, he happily prepared pens and ink for Han Jiulin.
Han Jiulin picked up the pen, dipped it in the ink, and suddenly he raised the pen to the words hanging on the beam, splashed the ink, and started writing!
Chen Zhengchu's expression changed and he wanted to stop!
However, when he saw the words written by Han Jiulin clearly, he suddenly closed his mouth and was dumbfounded.
Those paintings only have the top hanging on the beams, and there is no point of contact at the bottom. Ordinary people cannot write on the paintings at all.
However, Han Jiulin was not affected by anything when he wrote on the scroll.
Those scrolls seemed to be laid flat on the table, without any sway after I started writing.
Chen Zhengchu stared blankly at Han Jiulin as he waved his hand and mentioned the words. His whole body seemed to have been cast a restraining spell and remained motionless for a long time.
It wasn't until Han Jiulin left the studio and left side by side with Xiao Yuyan for a long time that Chen Zhengchu finally came to his senses.
He stared blankly at the scrolls, pinched himself hard, and screamed before realizing that everything was real!
At this time, several other studio owners heard his screams and all came to the door of his studio.
Immediately, everyone was attracted by the scroll hanging on the beam, and they couldn't move it away no matter what.
"What's going on?
Lao Chen, is this true or false?"
All colleagues exclaimed.
I saw that there was a line of writing in the lower right corner of those scrolls, and the handwriting had not yet dried.
Recommended by Han Jiulin.
Underneath the writing, there are traces of a red seal.
Commander-in-Chief of the Four Realms, Commander-in-Chief!
"Is this fake?"
One person, a little unsure, replied cautiously.
"Who dares to imitate the handsome seal?
Do you want to die?"
"So, the young man wearing the mask is actually Han Jiulin, the commander-in-chief of the four realms?"
"Don't tell me, now that I think about it, whether it's body shape or hairstyle, I look a lot like Han Jiulin on TV a few days ago!"
"So, the woman in the painting that Old Chen painted back then is Mrs. Wen Zhao?"
At this time, Chen Zhengchu finally understood what Han Jiulin meant when he said before, "Whether he can achieve anything depends on himself"!
Unappreciated talent?
He met it!
However, after he ran out of the studio, Han Jiulin and Xiao Yuyan had long disappeared from both ends of the street!
"Tsk tsk, Lao Chen, you've taken off! Han Jiulin personally recommended you and even inscribed your paintings. It won't be long before the people who come to you to ask for paintings will be over the limit!"
"No wonder Lao Chen didn't want any money at first. No matter how much money he has, it can't compare to the words Han Jiulin mentioned!"
"Old Chen, Master Chen, you have become rich, but don't forget us old brothers!"
For a moment, the bosses of other studios all had their eyes lit up and planned to hug Chen Zhengchu's thigh tightly.
Afternoon.
Han Hongxin and Han Jiashi, who had finished their birthday banquet at the Qin Mansion, left the Qin Mansion together and took a car to the river. They got off the car and took a walk.
After a long time, Han Hongxin asked in a deep voice: "After all these years, I have never asked whether Xian Ya died accidentally. If you say so, then that's it.
That's your wife, just be aware of it.
But now, I want to ask you, do you have an accurate estimate of whether she died accidentally or not?"
Han Jiashi remained silent.
Han Hongxin continued: "Not many people knew about Xianya's cheating. Now that Han Jiulin knows about it, he must have found out some secret.
He was certain that Zhao Xianya was killed by Shen Bing, and there must be a reason behind it.
You have lived for most of your life, but it would be a bit sad if you really regarded the person who killed your wife as a relative."
Han Jiashi remained silent and replied in a muffled voice: "Shen Bing will not do that, I believe her."
"If you really believed her, you wouldn't talk to me like this."
Han Hongxin sighed and said: "You'd better have a frank chat with Shen Bing. If Zhao Xianya's death really has nothing to do with her, our Han family will do our best to keep her safe.
But what if Zhao Xianya's death was really related to her.
Or perhaps, Zhao Xianya's so-called cheating incidents were purely fabricated...
I don't have the shame to stop Han Jiulin from avenging his mother.
Even you cannot escape the blame."
After saying that, Han Hongxin patted Han Jiashi on the shoulder and said, "Go ahead, I'll walk here alone."
Han Jiashi said solemnly: "The evidence of Zhao Xianya and Miao Yongyi's affair was conclusive, and I did not accuse her unjustly.
I don't deny that Shen Bing must have played a little trick in this, but she just wanted to marry me. For a smart woman, I don't think there is any problem with this."
Han Hongxin turned his back towards Han Jiashi and did not express his position.