Chapter 311

"Hehe, that really bothers brother Zhao, but it's not necessary. Seeing that brother Zhao is not getting better now, the level of the famous doctor needs to be discussed!"

The red faced old man smiled very perfunctorily, took up the tea cup and drank it up, and opened his mouth to answer.

"I remember that the old man surnamed Qi should be Qi Hongtai, the head of the Qi family in southern Sichuan. The later one is also from southern Sichuan. It is expected that Zhao Liang, the head of the Zhao family, is the best medicine merchant in southern Sichuan. They hold a lot of shares in Guangyuan and have a feud between the two families."

Zonghu kept frowning and observing the faces of several old men, then patted his thighs and lowered his voice to Ye mo.

"Your company's drug supply channel has not been discussed yet. It seems that this opportunity is still very good. You can contact it later. Maybe you can solve a big problem in the future."

"Why are you more worried about this than I am? Are you ready to work here? I'm always welcome."

Ye Mo's pupil shrinks slightly and writes down zonghu's words, but his mouth is still joking.

"Don't dream. You still want to hire me. If I can be rebelled by you, I can still do it."

In contact with today's circle, zonghu and Yemo are two outsiders, talking nonsense while watching.

"Well, both of you are here to play elegant. Don't become too vulgar because of the previous festivals. Since the people are all together, you might as well start directly. Don't delay any more."

Old Tang reached out and knocked on the table, interrupted their argument and said.

"Brother Tang, of course, there's no problem. I'm too lazy to waste more words with this old man."

The red faced old man sneered, ignored the old man surnamed Zhao and said.

"You!"

This sentence was originally meant to be said by himself. Unexpectedly, the old man surnamed Qi robbed the top, and the old man surnamed Zhao couldn't help getting angry.

"Let me start first, please."

Old Tang also saw that if the two people continued like this, there would be nothing to do today. As soon as he waved, Tang Long immediately understood, took out a painting tube wrapped in silk from the bookshelf, opened the seals layer by layer, and then took out a painting volume with some yellow paintings.

"Yo, look at this color, but it's old stuff. It's brother Tang. After spending so many years abroad, I think I must have got a lot of things that can stir the circle!"

The old man surnamed Zhao opened his mouth and exclaimed before Tang Long started painting the scroll.

"The value of this thing is really not low. I wasted my strength to get it. However, if it is true, several present can also witness it and I will donate it to the museum."

Mr. Tang picked up the covered bowl of tea and said faintly with the lid of the tea bowl, as if announcing a trivial matter.

As a spectator, ye Mo's eyes became a little deeper when he heard this sentence. The Tang family's heart to review the inland is quite prosperous. To donate a painting for no reason is to deceive a fool. The smell of the painting is definitely paper of more than a hundred years. If it is donated in the name of the Tang family, Undoubtedly, it is also a very well-known thing, which can play a role in attracting jade by throwing bricks for the complete and gradual transfer of power in the future.

Zonghu is obviously aware of this. He reaches out his hand and touches his chin. He looks thoughtful. Ye Mo can't help but feel speechless. Although he knows that zonghu is definitely not sitting in today's position with his tendons and brute force, he looks like a strong man who is thinking, It always gives people an unspeakable sense of disobedience.

"Brother Tang, I admire Gao Yi!"

"Brother Tang, atmosphere!"

Both the red faced old man surnamed Qi and the old man surnamed Zhao gave face and did not hesitate to praise. Even the old man like a Taoist who had been very silent and had nothing to say showed an unexpected look after hearing about it. In parallel, he gave a boxing salute without opening his mouth, but also expressed his respect.

Whatever the purpose, it is not easy to achieve this.

"Several brothers praised me falsely. Tang just wants to make more contributions to the country in his lifetime. Whether he can succeed or not, I have to ask you to judge. Bruce Lee, open the book."

With a faint smile, old Tang still looked indifferent and raised his hand.

Tang Long nodded when he heard the speech, slowly unfolded the scroll, and then gently placed it on the long table that was already ready and padded with a layer of soft silk. After the scroll unfolded, all the people present cast their eyes on the past. They were all curious about what the painting that master Tang was confident would cause a sensation.

On the scroll, I saw a painting of landscape. However, the landscape in this painting is not the majestic, dignified and beautiful, small bridges and flowing water of normal landscape painting, but a painting of broken walls and cliffs, which looks full of bleak breath and strong pen power. The whole painting gives people a sense of sadness, anger and unwillingness.

After seeing this picture, the old Taoist who was still sitting on the seat straightened his eyes and stood up directly from the seat.

"This... This is impossible?"

The Taoist looking old man was surprised.

"I haven't heard of such a painting that hasn't been signed. Brother Tang, how did you get this painting? Can you tell me more about it?"

The Taoist like old man recognized it at a glance and didn't even come forward to check it carefully. Obviously, the old man surnamed Qi and the old man surnamed Zhao didn't have this eyesight. Instead, they took the magnifying glass and went over to observe the picture carefully. After looking at it for a while, the red faced Qi reacted, He also said in disbelief: "it's really a gain of insight. You can get this painting, brother Tang, you can!"

"Do you see anything?"

Zonghu doesn't understand this. Every time he comes to this professional link, he will be a little embarrassed. Fortunately, today, there is another peer who wants to be a layman, so zonghu asked after reaching out to poke Ye Mo in order to find a balance.

"I see. The charm can't be fake. The painting is true, and the person who painted it is also very famous."

Ye Mo nodded and said.

Ye Mo's voice is not loud, but now the situation in the quiet room is different from before. Before, the old man surnamed Qi and the old man surnamed Zhao quarreled, so no one heard his dialogue with zonghu. However, now everyone is amazed at the painting, so ye Mo's voice became unusually prominent and attracted the attention of the whole audience at once.

"Gee, talk big."

The silent girl turned her mouth and sneered with disdain.