1629: C1629 He Slapped His Face and Left

C1629 He Slapped His Face and Left

Zhou Hexiang thought for a while and nodded, "Alright. I'll call Elder Shen myself and ask him about this painting."

In fact, he knew very well that these cunning experts wanted to give him the difficult problem.

He was now in a dilemma. Between Hong Family and Shen Nanfu's Southern Wasteland Group, he would definitely choose to stand on the Southern Wasteland Group's side.

No matter how powerful the Hong Family was, Boss Hong was still his brother's subordinate.

Shen Nanfu was different. He had a wide network and a huge business. Most importantly, many of his businesses had deep cooperation with the Southern Wasteland Group.

Zhou Hexiang took out his phone and started to call Shen Nanfu.

After a few seconds, the call connected.

At this moment, the people on the stage and below the stage all quieted down, listening to the conversation between Zhou Hexiang and the other party.

In order to let everyone hear the conversation between the two of them, Zhou Hexiang even turned on the hands-free.

"Is it Elder Shen? I am Xiao Zhou from Shanghai!"

"Yes, Xiao Zhou. I asked Xiao Jun to bring the painting here to participate in your personal collection exhibition. Have you seen Xiao Jun?"

"Yes, I've seen him." Zhou Hexiang replied to Shen Nanfu's words. Then, he asked, "Elder Shen, you asked Little Jun to bring Wen Zhengming's Lotuses Competition Map, right?"

"En, it is the work of Wen Zhengming, the great painter of the Ming Dynasty."

"Elder Shen, someone brought an identical' Lotuses Competition Map 'today, so I would like to ask you, where did you get this painting from?"

Zhou Hexiang spoke very carefully, fearing that he would offend Shen Nanfu.

Because the handphone turned on speaker mode, many people listened to the conversation between him and Shen Nanfu. He still had to ask about the origin of the painting. It made it seem that his relationship with Shen Nanfu was not ordinary, and it could also increase his value.

"Little Zhou, I won't hide it from you. I have been keeping this painting for nearly 30 years. Back then, the biggest collector in China, Liu Bohai, was seriously ill. I bought this painting from him by chance. Today, you will open a private collection exhibition. I will let Little Jun bring it for everyone to take a look."

" En, I understand. Sorry to bother you, Old Master Shen! "

"Hehe, don't mention it. Little Zhou, this time, Little Jun will come over to your side. Just help me treat him well."

"En! Then I won't disturb you anymore."

"Okay, let's talk later when we have time."

"Okay! Definitely!"

After the phone call with Shen Nanfu, Zhou Hexiang said to everyone, "Did everyone hear that just now? The painting in Little Jun's hand belonged to Old Master Shen. This painting belonged to Old Master Shen thirty years ago. It was bought from Liu Bohai, the great collector of Huaxia. Everyone knew that Liu Bohai was one of the top collectors in the country. He had collected countless precious calligraphy and paintings from various generations of famous collectors. The calligraphy and paintings that flowed out of his hands... There will definitely be no counterfeits."

After Zhou Hexiang said that, the few experts from earlier also agreed.

"Director Zhou is right. The great collector, Liu Bohai, is known by everyone in the collection world. Since Little Jun's painting was leaked by Liu Bohai in the past, then it must be the real one."

"Yes, this painting must be the real one. No wonder when I looked at it just now, the things in the painting seemed to be alive and lifelike."

Some thick-skinned experts started to flatter him.

The phone call just now indicated that what Mao Xiaojun brought was the real thing. Now, the people below the stage started to discuss among themselves.

Some people even secretly asked why the young master of Hong Family had brought a fake painting.

This caused Hong Wenzhong to lose all his face.

At this moment, he was holding a rolled up painting in his hand. He stood awkwardly on the stage.

In his heart, he hated Mao Xiaojun, a country bumpkin, even more.

If he stayed any longer, he would lose even more face.

He walked to Zhou Hexiang's side and said very unnaturally, "Uncle Zhou, our hospital has something urgent to take care of today. I have to leave first. I will come to see you another day."

"Yes, Wenzhong. If you have something to do, you can go and take care of it first."

Zhou Hexiang smiled and said.

Once Hong Wenzhong left, the situation wouldn't be too awkward. He also hoped that Hong Wenzhong would leave immediately.

"En, then I'll leave first."

"Alright!"

Hong Wenzhong took the painting and walked down from the platform through the side door.

Below the stage, Hong Wenxiu, who had been watching from the crowd, had a bad feeling.

Mao Xiaojun was a country bumpkin. It was because of him that his big brother made such a fool of himself.

Our Hong Family will never let this matter rest.

You country bumpkin, just you wait. You will see what happens in the future.

Immediately after that, she gave Mao Xiaojun a fierce glare and was about to pull Gao Yuanyuan away.

"Yuanyuan, my big brother is gone. Let's go out together."

Gao Yuanyuan was still a little unhappy, "Wen Xiu, I think we should wait a while before we leave. Let's first inform that Boss Zhou before we leave."

Hong Wenxiu was quite angry and did not bother with Gao Yuanyuan anymore, "Yuanyuan, then I will leave first. You can go back by yourself later."

Finishing, Hong Wenxiu walked towards the side door without looking back.

The people below the stage knew that what Mao Xiaojun brought was the authentic work, so everyone squeezed onto the platform to watch Wen Zhengming's authentic Lotuses Competition Map.

After everyone finished looking at it, Mao Xiaojun put the painting away.

At this moment, Gao Yuanyuan walked forward, "Little Jun, I didn't expect you to bring Wen Zhengming's authentic work over here!"

"Yuanyuan, I didn't expect that the collection exhibition you came to participate in is also here." Mao Xiaojun had not noticed Gao Yuanyuan earlier. Now that he saw Gao Yuanyuan, he also felt that it was quite sudden.

"Country bumpkin, what is your relationship with that Boss Zhou?" Xiao Rong, who was standing not far away, pulled her daughter and walked over to Mao Xiaojun's side.

Just now, she saw Mao Xiaojun, a country bumpkin, was actually so popular. Zhou Hexiang was a big boss with a prestigious reputation, but he was actually very polite to this country bumpkin. She couldn't swallow this anger in her heart.

Thus, after everyone dispersed, she pulled her daughter over.

"Teacher Wang, why are you here too?" After Gao Yuanyuan heard the middle-aged woman's voice, she turned around and saw Wang Jing. She was very shocked.

This world was too small.

Why were Teacher Wang and Mao Xiaojun here?

"Yuanyuan, why are you here too?" Wang Jing was also quite surprised. Not only was Little Jun here, even Gao Yuanyuan was here.

"Teacher, I came with our school's Hong Wenxiu. I didn't expect you and Little Jun to be here."1

Gao Yuanyuan and Wang Jing chatted for a while. Xiao Rong, who had been aggressive a moment ago, was suddenly a little stunned.

"Girl, why do you call my daughter teacher?" Thus, she pointed at Gao Yuanyuan and asked.

"Hello grandma. Little Jun and I are both students taught by Teacher Wang in the high school in Ling County. I didn't expect to see you here today."

After Gao Yuanyuan finished speaking, Xiao Rong was completely dumbfounded.

Mao Xiaojun, a country bumpkin, was actually Wang Jing's student?

Smelly girl, she even said that country bumpkin was her girlfriend?

You lied to me?

Fine, I'll deal with you when we go back later.

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