97: C97 Thousand Year Old Painting

C97 Thousand Year Old Painting

Chen Zongxiao looked at Chen Weishan with cold eyes.

"Weishan, it seems like your temper has improved a lot over the past four years." Chen Zongxiao said with a cold smile.

"Dad, don't listen to Weiguo's nonsense. I have never said anything so serious!"

"Then you are saying that Wenyun is deliberately framing you?" The sneer on Chen Zongxiao's face became stronger.

This time, Chen Weishan was speechless. He lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

Chen Zongxiao took a deep breath, picked up the wine cup on the table, and drank all the wine in it.

"Weiguo, don't worry, I will give Wenyun justice." Chen Zongxiao suppressed the anger in his heart, "However, what Wei Jiang said is right. Today, it is my old bones who have lived for too long. There are too many people watching."

Chen Weiguo also restrained his anger at the right time. He nodded lightly and didn't say anything.

"Weiguo, dad, all of you calm down." Chen Weijiang stood up and acted as the peacemaker. He clapped his hands lightly. Soon, a wooden box was brought up from behind.

"Dad, this is my gift to you. Do you like it?" Chen Weijiang smiled.

When the wooden box was opened, there was a touch of softness in it.

"This is a jade pendant that I won this year!"

When the crowd saw the jade pendant, they couldn't help but be in an uproar.

They saw a jade Hetian jade pendant quietly appear on the wooden box. In terms of color, this jade pendant was almost the best quality of the Hetian jade.

The person who carved it was even more skilled. A tree leaf was clearly visible and lifelike.

The meaning of this jade pendant could be seen at a glance. It was a blessing to Chen Zongxiao that he was like an old tree, eternal and everlasting.

"Oh my god, this seems to be the top grade jade that was auctioned in Jinling, right? I remember that it was sold at a high price of seven million yuan!"

"Uncle, you bought it?" Chen Hongxing was stunned. He had participated in the auction, but he did not see Chen Weijiang.

Chen Weijiang smiled, "I asked someone to bid for it. In the past few years, I have been worried about the Chen's Group and neglected the gift for my father. Now that I think about it, I really shouldn't have!"

Chen Zongxiao looked at the jade pendant and couldn't help but smile.

"Wei Jiang is thoughtful!"

He played with the jade pendant for a while before putting it back in the wooden box.

"Dad, this is for you!" On the side, Chen Weishan lowered his head and said carefully.

Chen Zongxiao's expression turned cold. He snorted and opened a scroll.

"This is!?" Suddenly, Chen Zongxiao's expression changed. "This is the Matsushita!?"

In his lifetime, apart from martial arts, Chen Zongxiao had also dabbled in antiques. He recognized the value of this painting at a glance.

The Songxia painting of the Ming Dynasty should have been divided into several layers, even so. It was at least a million dollars.

The painting on the tree had a pine tree with a clear meaning.

The coldness on Chen Zongxiao's face eased a little. He looked at Chen Weishan and said, "Consider it because you have some thoughts."

It was obvious that he liked this painting a lot.

Chen Weijiang and Chen Yufeng could not help but frown. They did not know what Chen Weishan wanted to give them previously.

Chen Yufeng said in a low voice, "Dad, I am not as rich as Yang and Liu. I hope this hundred-year-old white ginseng can be beneficial to your health."

100-year-old medicinal ginseng!?

Chen Zongxiao's eyes moved slightly. He looked at the wooden box and saw that an old ginseng was carefully placed in the wooden box.

This was even more precious than ordinary herbs. However, after being picked for many years, the spiritual Qi had already dissipated.

Even so, it was beneficial to ordinary people and martial artists. Moreover, a hundred-year-old medicine was hard to come by.

Chen Zongxiao laughed, "You don't have money? This hundred-year-old medicinal ginseng is almost a million yuan, isn't it?"

Chen Yufeng nodded her head and said, 1,080,000. Buying it from someone else's hands, it's a little expensive! "

"Consider it the three of you who are considerate!" As he spoke, his eyes fell on Chen Weiguo.

He did not have much expectation for Chen Weiguo. He knew what Chen Weiguo's current life was like.

"Weiguo, I heard that Wenyun has had a lot of opportunities in Zhenjiang City recently. She drove a million-dollar Mercedes-Benz. She is so willing to spend money on a car. I think the gift she gave to dad will not be light, right?"

Chen Weiguo wanted to take out the prepared gift, but when he heard Chen Weishan's words, his hand immediately stopped.

He raised his head and looked at Chen Weishan with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

At this moment, Chen Yi said with a faint smile, "What did my father give me? I don't want you to worry about me, second uncle!"

As he spoke, Chen Yi took out an ancient painting from his clothes. In addition, he gave Chen Xinjia a look.

Chen Xinjia quickly ran back as if she was going to get something.

"Painting!?"

Chen Zongxiao was slightly stunned. He looked at Chen Yi and did not really care.

What he cared more was what Chen Weishan said. Lee Wenyun drove a million-dollar luxury car?

He knew very well what kind of situation Chen Weiguo's family had been in for the past four years. Where did Lee Wenyun get the money to drive such a luxury car?

When Chen Zongxiao opened the painting, it was just a casual glance, but very quickly, his expression became more serious.

In the end, he stood up in shock, "Old Xiao, come over here!"

He said to a white-haired old man at the banquet.

The old man was slightly stunned. He stood up and smiled, "Old Brother Zong Xiao, are you looking for me?"

Chen Weijiang and the other two were stunned. Their expressions changed slightly.

This old man was a famous appraiser in Jinling. In the entire Jinling, the treasures he identified were definitely genuine.

What exactly was this painting? Even the old man wanted to identify this Master Xiao.

When Master Xiao saw the ancient painting, his expression gradually became solemn.

In the end, he even took out his eyes from his bosom and appraised the ancient painting inch by inch.

"This should be an ancient painting from the Northern Song era. In terms of drawing, it should be the work of a famous Northern Song artist, Zhang Zhengdao!"

After Master Xiao appraised it, he exclaimed in disbelief. "Brother Zong Xiao," he said. Even if this isn't Zhang Zhengdao's painting, you've found a treasure in North Song's painting!"1

The ancient paintings that had been preserved for more than a thousand years had been preserved until now. This was an unbelievable thing to begin with.

Although this painting didn't have a signature or signature, as an appraiser of Jinling, how could he not see it?

A painting of North Song, a thousand-year-old painting!?

At this moment, Chen Weijiang, the other two, and even the younger generation of the Chen family couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Even Chen Weiguo was stunned. He raised his head and looked at Chen Yi.

"It was bought at the Antique Market. It cost fifty thousand yuan!"

Chen Yi raised his hand and extended five fingers, causing Chen Weiguo to suck in a breath of cold air.

After Chen Weijiang and the other two were shocked, their expressions became even more unsightly.

Especially Chen Weishan. He looked at Chen Weiguo and said through gritted teeth, "Weiguo, you really put in a lot of effort!"

"It's not easy to get a thousand-year-old painting!"

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