Chapter 135

Looking at Lin QingHan's solemn appearance, Zhang Xuan feels funny. This woman, when dealing with millions of businesses, is not as nervous as she is now.

"Well, well, I remember it all." Zhang Xuan made an OK gesture.

"In addition, there are many kinds of oil painting pens, flat headed, hazel shaped and fan-shaped. What are these used for? You can quickly check them on the Internet. These are the most basic things. The two oil paintings in the room are only a little different from the background color of Chaoyang. Wait a minute, you just take a pen and daub the paint. It's ok if you move slowly. Do you understand? Try to fool around, and then let's go to dinner. It's over

"Don't worry. Don't worry. " Zhang Xuan raised his arms and put them on Lin QingHan's shoulders. "When did you see me go wrong?"

"Well?" Lin QingHan thought, as if to Zhang Xuan things, he really did not go wrong.

Lin QingHan just ready to speak, want to say anything more, just square fell out of the study.

"Mr. Zhang, the sunrise in your room can be said to be a complete restoration of master philge's original work. Do you also like master philge's work?"

"Yes." Zhang Xuan nodded. "QingHan and I got to know each other at master feierge's exhibition. Master feierge's works brought me this wonderful fate."

"Mr. Zhang, you are really a romantic person." Fang Luo's eyes wandered back and forth on Zhang Xuan and Lin QingHan. With a complex look in his eyes, "I don't know what Mr. Zhang is studying recently. I see that Mr. Zhang has prepared a lot of rice paper to study traditional Chinese painting?"

"Well, I have a little idea about this." Zhang Xuan nodded, "but traditional Chinese painting is too profound, and it's hard to achieve anything for a while. This time Mr. Fang comes here, I hope you can give me some advice."

"Ha ha, Mr. Zhang is flattered. Looking at Mr. Zhang's sunrise, I'm not inferior to him in painting skills. If Mr. Zhang has time, we can have a drink of gallery tea together."

As soon as Fang Luo says the words "Gallery tea", Lin QingHan and Milan change their faces at the same time. Lin QingHan even winks at Zhang Xuan, meaning that Zhang Xuan will not agree.

"Any time, of course." Zhang Xuan a smile, reply a way.

"It's better to hit the sun than choose a day. Now it's lunch time. There should be a lot of people in the gallery teahouse. Let's go now."

Several people went out of the apartment one after another and got on their own cars. Lin QingHan drove her Mercedes Benz GT, carrying Zhang Xuan, on the road.

"How can you promise him to have Gallery tea?" Lin QingHan's face looks very ugly when driving.

"Didn't you say you went to dinner as soon as possible? He raised it, and I said yes. " Zhang Xuanli should answer.

"You! Ah Lin QingHan took a look at Zhang Xuan and sighed heavily. He shook his head. "It's not your fault. Gallery tea is a flower in the industry. It's not just about eating."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Xuan asked curiously that he had never heard of gallery tea.

"The so-called Gallery tea refers to a tea restaurant dedicated to discussing painting. There is such a place in the capital of each province. There is a rule for gallery tea. Every meal, a painting will be taken out for discussion, painting style, authenticity identification and people who dare to drink Gallery tea. Fang Luo called you to drink Gallery tea just to compare with you in this aspect. "

"So it is." Zhang xuanruo nodded thoughtfully. All the time, he came into contact with all the world-famous painting masters and saw all the authentic works. He had never heard of gallery tea.

There is a wooden bridge on the Aiyi River in Yinzhou city. The bridge is dark red and full of sense of age. Walking along the bridge, across the Aiyi River, there is a small wooden house. Standing in the middle of the Aiyi River and above the wooden house, there is smoke. This is the gallery tea in Yinzhou city.

This tea restaurant is very famous in Yinzhou city. It only makes vegetarian dishes and tastes very good. Many rich people want to come here to enjoy a meal, but not everyone will receive it here. The most basic thing is that you need to have the identity of a member of the painting foundation to have a meal here, because this is a place to drink Gallery tea. It's small to eat and drink, but big to talk about painting together.

After Fang Luo showed his status as a senior member of Yanshi Painting Association, he was naturally received.

Although Lin QingHan is the richest man in Yinzhou City, this is a tea restaurant. She is also on the wallboard around the restaurant, full of Chinese paintings for people to enjoy.

Zhang Xuan and his family sit on a wooden table in the corner, ordering a pot of tea and some vegetables. They don't pursue delicacy too much. After all, there are three international chefs sitting on this table. If they really want to eat delicacy, none of them is as good as their own.

At this time, there are still two tables in the restaurant. They all asked for a pot of tea, took the drawing board, and wrote on the drawing board with wolf hair in their hands.

Soon, several dishes of exquisite vegetables were placed in front of Zhang Xuan's five people, with fragrance. While they were eating vegetables, they chatted. No one mentioned the problem of painting. Instead, they talked about some interesting things in school, which made Lin feel relieved. Just on her way here, she urged Zhang Xuan to check the knowledge of traditional Chinese painting on the Internet, but how much can she check?In the process of a few people chatting. There are more and more people in the restaurant.

Don't contact an industry, don't know the mystery of an industry, just like Zhang Xuan, he didn't come to this restaurant, also can't think of. Unexpectedly, so many people came to the restaurant to discuss painting. All the 16 tables in the restaurant were full. Some people came and left because they had no place.

Lin QingHan's three daughters. Although sitting in the corner, it has become one of the most beautiful scenery in the restaurant. There are even painters who have already waved their brushes to do portraits for the three women.

"You look at me. For the first time? " A middle-aged man with a little fat body can't help chatting up, "I'm Wan Yichang, running a small boat in Yinzhou."

Fat middle-aged will be a business card to Zhang Xuan they this table, accurately speaking, is handed to Lin QingHan three female in front.

"Boss Wan, if it's just a small boat, then I can't even count it as a boat. There's only one boat in Yinzhou with an area of more than 800 square meters." The man sitting at the same table with Wan Yichang said aloud.

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