Chapter 475

"Ha ha, everyone, sit down. Lao Chen, go and bring the Dahongpao to master Qiu." Cloud Chong mountain full face smile, immediately command a way.

"Yes, sir." When Uncle Chen finished, he was about to put away the painting of Danqing, but suddenly he heard master Qiu say, "Brother Yun is so lucky. This Danqing was begged by Weiyang's little friend for several days before he gave it up to Weiyang's little friend. I didn't expect that she would turn around and give it to you. It's really a good filial child."

Master Qiu's voice fell, and the whole hall was suddenly in a strange silence.

Yun Yiyi's face looked like a colorful palette. A moment later, he gave a dry smile and said stiffly, "master Qiu, this is the real work?"

Master Qiu glanced at her faintly, "Brother Yun, forgive me for my clumsy eyes, don't you know who this is?" Yunchongshan didn't tear down yunyiyi just now, but he just wanted to save her face. But he didn't expect that yunyiyi was so ignorant. Now master Qiu asked, and yunchongshan had to say: "this is my granddaughter, whose name is yunyiyi. Yiyi

, I haven't met master Qiu yet."

Yun Yiyi stood up stiffly, "good autumn master, younger Yun Yiyi, is..."

"Listen to what you mean just now, do you think this Danqing is fake?" Master Qiu opens his mouth and cuts off Yun Yiyi's words.

Although yunyiyi believes in the authentic work he bought at a high price, master Qiu is here at the moment. She is not stupid. It seems that the one Huo Qi sent is the authentic work according to master Qiu's reaction just now.

Was she cheated?? Yun Yiyi's face was slightly stiff, and his nails were deeply pinched into his skin. However, his face was still elegant and calm, and he said: "it's not, it's just I also heard that my grandfather loved Danqing and asked someone to help him buy a master's Danqing... "

Master Qiu laughed, "ha ha, Brother Yun is really lucky. I just don't know which one of your Danqing paintings is?"

Yun Yiyi face suddenly a stiff, dry smile: "is the next one."

Hearing this, master Qiu could not help but look down on a scroll of painting. "Zichen, go and open the painting and have a look at it." With master Qiu, his grandson Qiu Zichen came in. He was taught by master Qiu when he was young. Although he was young, he inherited master Qiu's mantle and became famous in the field of traditional Chinese painting. Not long ago, he held an exhibition in his own

exhibition hall. Qiu Zichen nodded slightly, stepped over and opened the painting. Master Qiu glanced at it, but shook his head and looked solemn: "although this painting is a good imitation, it's a bit more crafty. Zichen, go and find out who is making money with my name outside."

Qiuzichen: "yes, grandfather, I'll arrange it now."

Master Qiu said with a smile, "ha ha, I'm so sorry that I have such a bad habit. However, I don't know how much miss Yun bought this painting and how about giving it to the old man at the original price?"

"This I didn't know it was a fake If master Qiu likes it, he will take it away. " Yun Yiyi's face is dull, even the smile on his face is difficult to maintain.

How could that be!

How can it be!

She tried her best to find the true work of master Qiu. How could it be fake!

But now master Qiu is here. She can't refute that master Qiu's things are fakes! Isn't that an offense!

But she was not reconciled!

Why did she lose to yunweiyang! "How can this work? Although Miss Yun doesn't know Chinese painting, she has a heart. I can't ask for your painting for nothing, but it's a fake and it's harmful to keep it. I have an old intention to buy it. Please give Miss Yun a price." Master Qiu is determined to ask her a price.

Yun Yiyi's mouth slightly drew, and he almost squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "ten million..."

In fact, she spent 20 million to buy the painting, but since master Qiu said it was a fake, she couldn't tell the truth.

Master Qiu nodded faintly, "Zichen, I'll send someone to send the check to miss Yun's house. This painting will be put away first. I have my own use."

Qiuzichen: "yes, grandfather."

Master Qiu seemed to nod with satisfaction. "Brother Yun, I'm so sorry, ha ha."

It's hard for Yun Chongshan to say anything. After all, it's Yun Yiyi who asked for it. He waved his hand. "The master is serious, but it's the younger generation who don't understand Danqing that makes such an oolong. Let the master see the joke."

Master Qiu didn't say much. He just sat down and talked with Yun Chongshan about Danqing, and occasionally talked about Yun Weiyang.

Just now Yun Yiyi said that Yun Weiyang didn't know Chinese painting. At the moment, it seems that he just slapped his face.

And completely ignored yunyiyi, sitting on one side, completely become a foil, yunyiyi face hard to see the extreme, but can only stiffly swallow this tone.

Master Qiu stays here for a while and then leaves. Before leaving, Yun Weiyang secretly rubs the person to the door of the car."Thank you very much for today's business." Yunweiyang whispered.

Although Huo tingxiao invited me, Yun Weiyang remembered this friendship.

Autumn master ha ha a smile, "Weiyang small friend don't have to be so polite, outside cold, go back quickly."

Yun Weiyang nodded slightly, but suddenly thought of something, and scratched his head, "that, I have an invitation..."

Master Qiu nodded, "little friend, please tell me what I can do. I will do my best."

Yun Weiyang takes a slight puff from the corner of his mouth and calls Xiaobao over. "Xiaobao likes painting since he was a child, and his qualification is pretty good, but I only know a little bit about it, and I can't teach him I wonder if the master can give him some advice? " Master Qiu became famous in his early years, but he only accepted three disciples. Now he is a leading figure in the field of traditional Chinese painting, and he has not accepted any apprentices in the past 10 years. Yun Weiyang knows that his request is a bit difficult, but for Xiaobao's sake, she is willing to give it a try. Master Qiu looks down at Xiaobao with a smile on his face. Xiaobao is very soft and cute. He just follows his father and is very indifferent to outsiders. However, this is an advantage for painting. If he can't calm down, he can't draw good works.

Master Qiu laughed. "Xiaoyou really has a heart. However, you should ask Mr. Huo. When I first saw Xiaobao's painting, I had a heart to accept him as my last disciple. It's a pity..."

When master Qiu said this, he shook his head with regret.

Yun Weiyang was stunned, "what a pity?" "At that time, Mr. Huo let your son make his own choice. This little guy refused to be an old man at that time. His talent in this field is not only good. I've never seen such a talent before."