in2ebook Chapter 36: Visiting and giving gifts
Chapter 36: Visiting and giving gifts
Ten minutes later, four or five guards worked together, and the two big trees on the roadside were knocked down in no time.
Coincidentally, at this moment, the young man had almost packed up his spare tire and came over happily to express his gratitude.
Regarding this young master who only knew how to have fun, Zhang Ye adopted an attitude of neither offending him nor making close friends with him. He just nodded slightly and took his people into the car and left.
Seeing their companion being humiliated, the other two guys immediately became dissatisfied and grumbled as they looked at the convoy that had already left.
"This guy is quite arrogant. He's just a small major, but he's even more pretentious than a general. Who does he belong to?"
"Are you blind?" Another young man leaned against the front of the car and said with a nonchalant smile, "The one wearing the khaki leather suit, isn't that Lao Duan's man?"
"Looking at his posture, he's just a little brat from the countryside. Who knows who he'll become his disciple."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense." The young man came to his senses, dusted off his hands, and reminded: "They have helped us, don't take advantage of us. If you meet them next time, don't forget to treat them to a meal."
"Oh, if he knew that you, Master Feng, wanted to treat him to a meal, he would probably be so happy that his nose would burst with snot."
"You've eaten a lot of my food, so why don't I see any snot bubbles?"
"Fuck, you're talking as if I'm not treating you. Weren't you having a lot of fun last time when Gui Ming was calling girls?"
"Stop the fucking nonsense and hurry into town! It'll be dark in another hour or two!"
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That night, Zhang Ye, who came to the big city for the first time, was also extravagant. He took his people directly to stay at the Capital Hotel, determined to experience the life of the rich.
After settling into a place to live, this guy was not idle either. He immediately went straight to Huang Weize's official residence without stopping. He would not let go of this rare opportunity to make connections easily.
Eight o'clock in the evening, Huang Mansion.
In the spacious and luxurious living room, Huang Weize changed into casual clothes, held a white marble pipe in his mouth, and greeted everyone cheerfully.
"Chao Rong, it's been over half a month since we last met. Today, we, the master and the disciple, must have a couple of drinks together."
"Haha, that's what the teacher said. I came here today, firstly to get to know you and your wife, and secondly to chat with you and have a drink."
Zhang Ye was extremely respectful. He casually took out a box and opened it, revealing a well-preserved calligraphy and painting.
"Teacher, this is a painting I came across by chance. I don't know much about these things, so I sent it to you so that you can help me identify it."
This kid had specifically inquired before coming here. He knew that Huang Weize's biggest hobby was collecting antiques, especially calligraphy and paintings, and he was obsessed with it.
"Really? Then I'd like to take a closer look." Old Huang, who was originally smoking leisurely, immediately became alert when he heard that it was calligraphy and painting. After putting down his pipe, he did not forget to wipe his hands with a towel, for fear that he would be contaminated by strange smells and make the treasure dusty.
The scroll was opened, and a portrait painted in rich colors appeared before everyone. Zhang Ye really couldn't understand this kind of calligraphy and painting, and he couldn't figure out where its value lay.
Just like this painting, before coming here, he also rummaged through boxes and cabinets, selecting several landscape paintings that he thought were good, and prepared to choose one to send over.
But who would have thought that after being identified and pointed out by professionals, those landscape paintings that he thought were very good were all defeated by this portrait that he least favored.
This was beyond his expectation, and he kept shouting "Fuck!"
"How is it, teacher? Do you like it?" Zhang Ye saw that Lao Huang had gotten a magnifying glass from somewhere and was examining the scroll bit by bit. He looked more attentively at it than if it were gold.
"It's very pleasing to the eye. This is really nice." Old Huang responded perfunctorily without even raising his head.
At this moment, he was so immersed in his painting that he had no time to respond to his questions.
It was not until more than ten minutes later, when he had looked at the entire painting from beginning to end, that Old Huang straightened up with satisfaction and sighed.
"The figure is beautiful, the brushwork is subtle, and the colors are soft and beautiful. Excellent! This is truly a superb painting of a lady. Judging from the feeling of the work and the painter's technique, it must be a master from over 300 years ago."
"Although this signature is unfamiliar, I have a feeling it's familiar. When I have time in the future, I will definitely check it out."
"Haha, as long as the teacher likes it, I don't know how to appreciate this painting. It's useless to keep it. Just keep it for fun." Zhang Ye took advantage of the situation and sealed the scroll in a box and pushed it in front of him.
"This, this is not good." Old Huang said it was not good, but in fact he was so happy that he could hardly open his eyes.
He really liked this painting and had already recognized who painted it. The reason he said he didn't know was that he was waiting for Zhang Ye to ask to give it to him.
"There's nothing wrong with it. As long as the teacher likes it, that's fine." Zhang Ye waved his hand, looking nonchalant. "These things are only valuable if they're in the hands of someone who understands them. If they're in my hands, they'll just sit there gathering dust in the warehouse."
"Haha, you guys just pick out what he likes." As she spoke, a woman in her forties, wearing a light yellow cheongsam, came out of the kitchen, holding two plates of fruit and said with a smile.
"Every holiday, students or subordinates would come over and pick out calligraphy and paintings as gifts. My house is almost full, but I'm reluctant to sell this old thing. I really don't know what's so good about it."
"Master's wife, you can't say that. Everyone has different hobbies. In our eyes, these paintings are no different, but in the teacher's eyes, they are completely different."
It was also the first time that Zhang Ye met Lao Huang's wife. In the middle of chatting, he hurriedly took out a palm-sized solid wooden box from his briefcase, handed it to her and said.
"I came here in a hurry this time and didn't prepare anything for Master's Wife. This is a pair of bracelets. They are not worth much, but just a little token of my appreciation."
"Oh, kid, what's going on here?" The moment the mistress saw the box, a bright smile spread across her face. She hurriedly said, "Why do you only bring us things when you come home for the first time?"
"We're all family. You're Lao Huang's student, so we're family. There's no need to be so polite when you come home and bring something with you."
"Master's wife, just because we are one family, you should bring us something." Zhang Ye opened the solid wood box, took out the pair of tables in very good condition, and thanked her very sincerely.
"Without the teachers' cultivation over the years, I wouldn't be where I am today. Therefore, in my heart, you are all the people closest to me and the ones I respect the most!"