Chapter 330, "Road to the Qinhuai River and Looking at the River is Bitter"

"This painting is probably made by Mr.

Chu Xinghe, the head of the Truman family."

what?
Chu Xinghe's work?

The disciples of the Changquan City Painting and Calligraphy Academy were shocked and surprised.

If this painting was really made by Chu Xinghe, then the value would be different, at least it would be worth millions!

"Pfft".

But the next moment.

Qiao Jie let out a disdainful laugh;
"Mr.

Chu's work? This friend is really good at joking."

"Do you know that Chu Xinghe is a master of contemporary calligraphy and painting, and Mr.

Chu is from the imperial capital.

I bought this painting at a stall in Zhonghai."

"Don't you want to tell me that Chu Xinghe has nothing to do by himself, so he went to buy his paintings at a low price?".

"What's more, if this is really Mr.

Chu's work, why is there no signature from Chu Xinghe?".

It’s true that you don’t cry without seeing the coffin!
Fang Chen himself was [-]% sure that Qiao Jie dared to jump out to sarcasm, obviously because he was upset and made trouble.

Fang Chen said lightly;
"Chu Xinghe has dealt with me several times.

Back then, I owned his work of harvesting mountains, The Moon on the Sea, and that painting was also unsigned..."

As soon as the words came out.

The audience fell silent.

next moment.

A louder laugh broke out again.

"Hahahaha, damn it, I laughed so hard."

Qiao Jie was about to burst into tears.

Bright moon map on the sea!
Chu Xinghe's masterpiece.

It's true that people dare to say as much as they are bold!
"Pfft, hahahaha".

"What did I hear, does this kid dare to say that he has Chu Xinghe's work of harvesting mountains, the map of the bright moon on the sea?".

"Hahaha, this is the biggest joke of the 21st century."

"Boy, don't blame me for looking down on you, do you know what level Mr.

Chu is?".

"His collection of mountains has never been circulated outside at all, and even no appreciation related to the picture of the bright moon on the sea can be found on the Internet."

"You actually threatened to say that Chu Xinghe's map of the bright moon on the sea is in your hands?".

The anger that Qiao Jie received just now seemed to be vented all at once.

After all, I was refuted one after another just now, and now I finally caught an opportunity, and it was my turn to ridicule.

idiot!

You said that any of Chu Xinghe's works are in your hands, even if others don't know whether it is true or not, it still has credibility.

But you want to humiliate yourself, threatening that Chu Xinghe's masterpiece of reaping mountains is in your hands...

It's like hitting yourself at the muzzle of a gun!
"Have you only heard of Chu Xinghe's painting of a bright moon on the sea? How many times have you dealt with him?"

"No, I'm about to die laughing."

Na Wanyu and Qiao Jie laughed together.

"Is it funny?".

Fang Chen glanced at them speechlessly.

"Since you said that the picture of the bright moon on the sea is in your hands, you must have taken a picture, right? Take it out and let us see it."

"Yes, yes, open your eyes for us old-fashioned hats, but we haven't seen Mr.

Chu's final work, the picture of the bright moon on the sea."

Qiao Jie smiled all over his face, and in Fang Chen's eyes, that smile seemed a bit hypocritical.

"I'm sorry, there are no photos, and the painting was burned, so I can't let you appreciate it."

Fang Chen shrugged and said indifferently.

As soon as these words came out, the disciples of the Changquan City Painting and Calligraphy Academy over there laughed even more happily.

Damn, burned?
What family!There are still people who will burn Chu Xinghe's picture of the bright moon on the sea!

This kid is getting more and more outrageous!
Fang Chen was speechless, and that was indeed the case.

At the Yu Family Meeting, Ye Chendong, a bastard, involuntarily took away Fang Chen's picture of the bright moon on the sea, and firmly insisted that what Fang Chen showed was a fake.

In the end, the far-reaching Chu Xinghe pushed the flames, causing Fang Chen to slap him in the face.

"Well, I'll just call him and check with him...".

Fang Chen directly asked for Fang Jiuran's mobile phone, and dialed Chu Xinghe's number according to the number written on Chu Xinghe's name card.

half an hour.

The call is connected.

"Hey?".

"Old fox, I am Fang Chen."

Fang Chen spoke to Mr.

Chu, but he was not respectful or restrained at all.

Turn on the handsfree.

"I'd like to ask you a question, have you ever painted a picture of the Qinhuai River, the old farmer looking at the river, and the high tide in late winter with melancholy eyes."

Chu Xinghe was taken aback for a moment.

After a while, Chu Xinghe said in surprise;
"That's my painting, it's indeed my painting, it was a work I planned to give to an old friend, but because of Xiao Ling'er's mother passing away that afternoon..."

"I didn't have time to finish stamping and engraving.

Later, when we got back home after sorting things out, the painting had been stolen...".

"During that time, I was always immersed in sadness, so I didn't spare time and effort to worry about finding the whereabouts of this painting...".

"What? Did you see my "Road to Qinhuai and Wangjiang Suffering"?".

Chu Xinghe talked quickly, and Fang Chen's brain was buzzing with his excited voice.

Turning on the hands-free, Chu Xinghe's voice came out, and the disciples of the Changquan City Painting and Calligraphy Institute over there suddenly fell silent.

Fang Chen really slapped this face.

"I saw it, and this painting was used as a tablecloth for a table by a kid from the Changquan City Painting and Calligraphy Academy...".

Well.

Chu Xinghe over there suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air.

"hiss!".

It never occurred to him that he was a great calligrapher and painter after all, and he would encounter such a tragic situation where no one knew his works without leaving his name.

Next, Chu Xinghe's voice over there was somewhat solemn;
"Little friend Fang Chen, please help me bring this painting back.

No matter how much you pay, you must bring this "Road Touring Qinhuai and Looking at the River Suffering"."

Fang Chen didn't bother to ask Chu Xinghe why.

"Hmm" and hung up the phone.

His gaze scanned the disciples of the Changquan City Painting and Calligraphy Academy in the field.

quiet!
Deathly silence.

Fang Chen could clearly feel the elegant man in the lead, and Qiao Jie's breathing was not smooth.

"No, no, impossible".

"How could you know Mr.

Chu?"

Wan Yu's face was full of shock, and she couldn't believe her delicate and savage temperament.

A little boy with a cane, following President Fang and Xuanyuan God of War like a follower.

To know such a big man as Chu Xinghe unexpectedly.

That's one of the eight gates, the leader of the Trumen...

"I don't believe it, you lied!".

"The one who called you just now must not be Mr.

Chu."

Qiao Jie also gave a dry laugh and forced a smile;
"Hehe, my friend, you're good at acting, but, do you think I'll believe it like this..."

PS; Chapter 1 is published outside the fan.

If you don’t understand it, you can go to "The Spirit King of Tongtian Bang" and "The Rise of the City" to read it.

Huang Bufan will appear in the third chapter of Tian Cang Ling Wai.

You will wait and see Bar

(End of this chapter)