"Brother Zhongming!"

Wen Jingzhi was a little unsure.

Fan Zhongming raised his hand to signal him not to speak yet, and walked around the table with a solemn expression, leaning over, and observing inch by inch.

Seeing him so cautious, everyone was so surprised that they didn't even dare to take a breath of air, for fear of disturbing his appreciation of paintings.

Li Sumei and Wen Jingzhi looked at each other, and their hearts were full of suspicions.

Could it be that the painting sent by this soil bun could be the authentic work of the monk in the clouds?

After a long time, Fan Zhongming breathed a long sigh of relief.

"How?"

The three of them asked in unison.

Fan Zhongming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, sat down again, raised his glass and sighed: "Brother Jing, you are really hidden." ”

"What does that mean?" Wen Jingzhi said inexplicably.

"This painting, I can guarantee with my life that it is the authentic work of the monk in the clouds, and not only that, this should be painted by the monk himself this morning."

"What a shame you have! It's not that I'm talking in vain, or even the Führer may not be able to have your face. ”

Fan Zhongming put down his wine glass, got up and bowed his hands, and sighed admittedly.

The monk in the clouds is the second master of the lame man of the covered bridge, since the second master is sitting upright, after the wedding, he suddenly announced in the painting world that he will no longer paint in this life.

For a while, the painting world sighed for this genius master.

There have been many dignitaries and businessmen who have come to the door to ask for paintings, but they can't.

Moreover, the weird and stubborn temper of this second master, Fan Zhongming has personally learned it, and he insists on not painting, even if the king of heaven and Lao Tzu don't want to invite him.

Second Master Qin suddenly painted for Wen Jingzhi to celebrate his birthday, which is definitely a big face, yes, Fan Zhongming's respect for Wen Jingzhi is undoubtedly several levels higher.

As soon as Fan Zhongming's painting came out, Wen Jingzhi and his wife were completely dumbfounded.

"No, Zhong Ming, are you sure this is the true work of the layman?" Li Sumei asked in disbelief.

"That's right, the paintings of the monks in the clouds are like the autumn breeze and sharp blades, not caring about the form, killing and heroic, this kind of artistic conception is unique in today's Chinese painting world."

"And this square seal is made by Xijiang craftsmen themselves, using a small seal ancient style!"

"Needless to say, this painting is 100% real."

Fan Zhongming pointed to the painting and cut the railway.

He is an authority in the Jiangdong painting world, and as soon as these words came out, Li Sumei couldn't help but believe it.

"Then, this painting is very valuable?" Li Sumei asked in surprise.

"This painting is priceless!"

Fan Zhongming said proudly with his hands in his hands.

"What?"

"It's the authentic handwork of the ancient holy hand, and it also has a price, is this painting so valuable?"

Mrs. Hu has always liked to collect some things, even if this Yunzhong monk is famous, he is still alive, and his paintings can be sold for more than one million, which is already amazing.

Priceless, a bit exaggerated!

"This painting is not just a painting, it is a talisman!"

"Jingzhi, Sumei, it is no exaggeration to say that if you hang this painting in the hall, even if the leader of the provincial party committee comes, he has to be polite to you!"

"When the black and the white see it, they all retreat and bow down."

"Especially in Dongzhou, there is almost nothing you can't do with it!"

Fan Zhongming sighed with envy.

"Zhong Ming, is there really such a god?" Wen Jingzhi was completely blindsided, and he even wondered if Fan Zhongming had drunk too much and was talking nonsense.

"Yes, don't sell it, let's talk about it, I'm in a hurry to kill the old man."

Hu Taiyi was also in a hurry, and almost didn't wipe off his beard.

"In addition to the artistic value of this painting, it also lies in the identity of a monk in the clouds."

"The monk in the clouds is the second master of Qin, the uncle of the Marquis of Jiangdong!"

"Guys, do you understand?"

Fan Zhongming uncovered the mystery with a solemn expression.

"Phew!"

"Zhong Ming is right, this painting is priceless."

Mrs. Hu looked solemn, stood up and bowed slightly to the painting.

Although Wen Jingzhi and his wife didn't know about the affairs of the martial arts world, in Dongzhou, Qin Hou's original base camp had naturally heard of Qin Hou's prestige.

Especially in Dongzhou, the rumors about Qin Hou are more terrifying rumors such as the Murder Demon King and the Underground King.

It's just that they never dreamed that they would be able to deal with such a big man in this life.

"So, that hillbilly, what the hell is he? What is the relationship with Qin Hou? ”

"How could Xueyan get mixed up with such a person, is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

Li Sumei's mind was heavy, and this thought made her chest hurt even more, and her face suddenly turned pale, and she almost fell.

"Madame!"

Wen Jingzhi was extremely heartbroken and helped Li Sumei sit down.

"It's the old man's mistake, but he forgot to see his wife."

As soon as Mrs. Hu hurriedly checked the pulse, he already knew it with a little probing with his medical skills.

"Old Hu, what's the matter, Su Mei will be fine, right?"

Wen Jingzhi asked anxiously.

"Hey, Madame's heart is haggard, but it is an old illness accumulated over the years, the five organs are out of balance, and the yin and yang are not good, and she is already overwhelmed."

"This kind of old disease is not as good as an acute disease, and it can be attacked with emergency medicine and overcome with modern medicine. Now, the only way to do this is to calm down and take the decoction and worry less, and maybe you can keep your peace for a while......"

Mrs. Hu sighed.

If the human heart has a limited load capacity, if you are in anxiety for a long time and are too distracted, it will damage the heart element.

The original element is damaged, and ordinary drugs are difficult to nourish, but increase toxicity, which is not easy to treat.

"This!"

Wen Jingzhi knows that her lover is too heavy, Xiaoyan's matter is a big burden, how can she calm down?

"In this way, I will go to the pharmaceutical factory for you another day to find Miss Wan to apply for the Rejuvenation Pill to see if there is hope."

"If there is a rejuvenation pill, this disease is not a problem, and it can be cured."

Mrs. Hu thought for a while.

"By the way, the person who sent me the painting also took two pills, can Doctor Hu find out if it is an elixir?"

Wen Jingzhi slapped his thigh suddenly, and hurriedly brought the carton to the table.

Since that young man can get Second Master Qin, maybe this medicine is not ordinary?

As soon as Mrs. Hu opened it, she was dumbfounded, and stood up in shock: "Mr. Wen, you really torture the old man." ”

"Doctor Hu, why do you say this, how dare Jingzhi?" Wen Jingyi hurriedly apologized with a puzzled face.

"You have two rejuvenation pills in your hand, where do you need to ask the old man to see a doctor!"

Hu Taiyi was a little crying and laughing.

At the same time, he was secretly happy, it seemed that he had really found the right person after making friends with Wen Jingzhi.

The Rejuvenation Pill has a price, and Wen Jingzhi actually has two, which is unimaginable.

"This is the Rejuvenation Pill!"

Wen Jingzhi held on to the table and chair, and almost fainted in shock.

Their family also has some connections, and now the Rejuvenation Pill is in the upper circles and has become a miracle medicine for longevity.

I don't know if the person sharpened his head and wanted to exchange the gold and silver mountains for one, but he never to.

This medicine comes from Daqin Pharmaceutical Factory, and the origin and origin of each drug will be registered in detail.

No matter how rich or powerful you are, if the opportunity is not right, you can only think in vain in this life.

Wen Jingzhi and Li Sumei were completely dizzy, what is the origin of this rustic teenager?