Soon, a middle-aged man in a suit came running over. Obviously, this middle-aged man knew Fang Zhou.
"Hello, Mr. Fang, I am the person in charge of this exhibition, Zhang Qiang." Zhang Qiang took the initiative to extend his hand to Fang Zhou.
"Hello, I would like to ask if this painting is authentic or a high imitation?" Fang Zhou pointed to the winter plum in front of him. In the painting, there was only one winter plum, lonely on the painting paper, giving people a lonely and proud artistic conception.
"Authentic." Zhang Qiang answered without thinking, "This winter plum is a representative work of Master Yan in the Tang Dynasty. It has been passed down to this day. We got the official appraisal results before we took it out for display. It is indeed an authentic work. If Mr. Fang is interested, there will be a charity auction for this painting later."
"Authentic?" Fang Zhou frowned tightly.
At this moment, a crisp voice sounded behind Fang Zhou.
"Mr. Fang." Fang Zhou looked in the direction of the voice, "Mr. Lin, what a coincidence, you are here to see the exhibition too?" While Fang Zhou was speaking, he took a special look at Sylvia Lin's professional suit. "I came to talk to Mr. Fang about cooperation." Sylvia Lin stood in front of Fang Zhou and said directly. Fang Zhou chuckled and said, "Boss Lin, I shouldn't talk about work at this time, but I'll make an exception for your grandfather's kindness to me. To be honest, the cooperation plan given by your Lin's is not the best among all people. You should understand that I am a businessman and I look at benefits, not feelings. Unless you can come up with a better cooperation plan, I think we will have to cooperate next time." Lin Qinghan frowned, "Boss Fang, I believe you know the situation of our Lin's. Although this plan cannot bring you the greatest profit in the short term, in the long run..." "Stop." Fang Zhou gestured, "Boss Lin, you know, I'm a venture capitalist, and I've always been short-term investment. I never look at long-term benefits." "Boss Fang, I..." Before Lin Qinghan could say anything, she felt someone pulling her from behind. She turned around and saw that it was her best friend Milan, and beside Milan, Zhang Xuan ran over at some point. "Mr. Fang, let's talk later." Sylvia Lin hurriedly greeted Fang Zhou, then walked to Zhang Xuan and whispered, "Why are you here?"
"I called him here. Qinghan, you know Fang Zhou likes Chinese painting, and your husband specializes in this field, why don't you cater to his interests?" Milan looked blaming.
"I!" Sylvia Lin hesitated. She looked at Zhang Xuan and then at Milan. She didn't know how to explain. She couldn't tell Milan the truth.
"Okay, I think, let Zhang Xuan negotiate with Fang Zhou first. If he can talk to Fang Zhou, you can persuade him with emotion and reason." Milan advised.
Lin Qinghan subconsciously looked at Zhang Xuan, but saw that Zhang Xuan had already walked towards Fang Zhou. Lin Qinghan sighed. She knew whether Zhang Xuan knew painting or not. What was the use of him coming?
Zhang Xuan walked to Fang Zhou, squinted his eyes, and looked at the painting in front of him, "Master Yan's winter plum in the Tang Dynasty? The ink color is a little light."
"You know painting?" Fang Zhou heard Zhang Xuan's voice and took a look in surprise. In this exhibition, many famous paintings did not indicate the source. Those who could see the source of the painting at a glance were all people who knew painting.
"Of course I know, haha!" A loud laugh sounded, but it did not come from Zhang Xuan, but from another person.
Song Tao strode over and said loudly as he walked: "Mr. Fang, this Mr. Zhang Xuan is Mr. Lin's husband. He is also an artist who specializes in Chinese painting. I think you two should have a lot in common."
After Song Tao finished speaking, a hint of a hidden smile flashed in his eyes. Artist? He is really good at bragging. If it wasn't for Wang Shao telling me, I really wouldn't know that this is a son-in-law who lives in the house for money!
"Oh?" Fang Zhou looked at Zhang Xuan with great interest, and there was admiration in his eyes, because there are fewer and fewer people who are still keen on Chinese painting now. "Mr. Zhang, are you engaged in Chinese painting?"
"I know a little bit." Zhang Xuan smiled and nodded.
"In that case, Mr. Zhang, can you tell whether this painting is the original work of Master Yan?" Fang Zhou pointed to the winter plum in front of him and asked.
Zhang Xuan glanced at the painting in front of him for a few times, and then said, "Mr. Fang, what answer do you want? Do you want to hear whether it is true or false? Hahaha!"
Zhang Xuan laughed, turned around and left, leaving such an ambiguous answer.
Lin Qinghan looked at Zhang Xuan's performance, shook her head helplessly, and did not blame Zhang Xuan. Chinese painting is itself profound and profound. It is not like Western dining etiquette, which only needs simple training to understand a little bit. This depends on years of experience accumulation and rich knowledge.
Milan was also shocked. What's going on? Doesn't he understand? It shouldn't be like this!
During this period of time, Milan has been thinking about how to expose Zhang Xuan, the emotional liar, but today, she hopes that this liar can understand a little more and talk to Mr. Fang, because Milan knows how big a crisis Sylvia Lin's company is facing now, with internal and external troubles.
Fang Zhou frowned and looked at Zhang Xuan's back without saying a word.
"Mr. Fang, it seems that Mr. Zhang Xuan is just a name. How should I put it? Sylvia Lin is too commercial. It's normal to make up some things. For example, she told me that her husband is a Chinese painter." Song Tao came to Fang Zhou, "Mr. Fang, let me introduce myself. I am Song Tao, entrusted by someone to let Mr. Fang see the true face of some people and not be confused by the descendants of some benefactors."
In the lounge of the exhibition, Zhang Xuan sat at a small round table with a glass of iced cola.
Milan and Sylvia Lin sat opposite him respectively.
"Zhang Xuan, aren't you a Chinese painter? Do you know anything about it? Is that painting an authentic one?" Milan was so anxious when she saw Zhang Xuan still in the mood to drink Coke.
Lin Qinghan, on the other hand, seemed very calm, because she knew very clearly that Zhang Xuan didn't know about Chinese painting. If her proposal was not favored by Fang Zhou, then this cooperation would be impossible.
"Ah~ burp~"
After taking a big sip of iced Coke, Zhang Xuan finally spoke: "That painting, how should I put it, it's an authentic one, and it's not an authentic one."
"What do you mean?" Milan was confused.
"You won't understand even if I tell you." Zhang Xuan took another sip of Coke. Seeing that Milan was anxious again, he hurriedly said, "By the way, there will be a charity auction later, right? Let's go and have a look together."
Regarding charity auctions, Zhang Xuan had participated in many times before and was already familiar with it.