After a while, Chen Ao came out of the wing room in shame and said awkwardly: "Brother Pan, I'm afraid I can't drink this tea."

Pan Ren shook his head in disappointment and said, "Then let's visit another day and say goodbye."

This man is very powerful. He heard that there was good tea and came over excitedly. Seeing that there was no tea, he was about to leave immediately.

Chen Ao held his arm and kept him: "Since you are here, why should you leave? We are friends, right? Come, come in and sit in first, and I will teach Wu Saner to rinse some water for us."

Pan Ren was driven by Chen Ao, so he had to follow him into the small hall next to him. Chen Ao asked Pan Ren to sit down. Pan Ren was a little reluctant and said, "I just remembered something. I still have some things to do. I really can't get rid of it."

Chen Ao just refused to let him go, and he pressed him on the stool enthusiastically and said with a smile: "Brother Pan, don't worry, sit down first."

One of them was about to leave and the other tried to keep him to the death, and it was difficult to tear apart. In the end, Pan Ren was still stubborn and had to sit down and talk to Chen Ao.

Chen Ao said a tea ceremony, and his eyes swept, landed on the east wall, and he immediately became angry again: "Wu Saner, Wu Saner, come here."

Wu Saner hurried over from the kitchen: "Young Master, what's wrong?"

Chen Ao held up the fan bone and lit a painting hanging on the east wall and said, "Who posted this painting? Didn't this young master say it? I hate sticking these things the most, tear them off, tear them off, hurry up."

Wu Saner said in embarrassment: "Young Master, this is what the lady asked Xiao to frame it. The lady said it looks so good."

"It's so good-looking!" Chen Ao cursed: "Tear off!"

Wu Saner had to go and tear it up. With this little episode, Pan Ren paid attention to the painting. He had a lot of experience in painting. After all, he operated a fireworks place. If you want a prosperous business, you will always need to create an atmosphere of talented men and beautiful women.

"This painting seems to be made by Yang Jie, but I don't know if it is the original." Pan Ren thought to himself, so he stood up and said to Wu Saner who had picked the painting: "Take this painting and let me take a look."

After taking the painting, Pan Ren looked carefully. Looking at the texture and paper texture of the painting, he felt 80% believed that it was the original. He said in his heart: "It's a pity, but unfortunately, although Yang Jie's paintings are rampant, the style is good. This painting is worth at least 30 guan, and it's possible that even if it's sold for fifty guan, it's a pity. It's a pity that this playboy doesn't know how to be good, it's a pity." He kept saying it was a pity, and there was an inseparable meaning in his eyes.

"Why, Brother Pan also loves painting?" Chen Ao asked, knocking on the fan bone.

Pan Ren hurriedly said, "It's not like it, it's just a genius."

Chen Ao said generously: "Since Brother Pan likes it, then I'll give this painting to you."

"Ah?" Pan Ren was stunned, then overjoyed, and said humbly: "This... this... a gentleman does not take away what others like..."

Chen Ao said vulgarly: "My father likes to collect some paintings, but I don't like them, so I can't say anything about being a good person. I wish I could not give these paintings, and I can't take a lot of money anyway, so I'll give them to you. Besides, there are a whole box of paintings like this in my house, all of which were left by my father. What's the name of my father? By the way, he was called Yang Jie, and said that he was good at paintings. According to me, it's useless to get money."

Pan Ren was stunned by Chen Ao's paintings and said ecstaticly: "A whole box, his father likes Yang Jie's paintings. This whole box is mostly Yang Jie's works. This kid is sitting on the treasure mountain, but he is still ignorant, crazy, crazy."

After thinking about it, Pan Ren asked tentatively: "Oh? Ling Zun actually has so many paintings in his collection? I think he is obsessed with that Yang Jie. I'm afraid there are at least sixty or seventy pictures in this box?"

Chen Ao curled his lips and said, "Sixty or seventy? You underestimate my father too much. When our Shen family had more than a thousand wealth, my father sent many people to collect these paintings to collect them. Let me think about it..." Chen Ao looked up at the beam of the house, looking very stupid and innocent. After a moment, he suddenly slapped his palm with a fan bone: "Well... yes, there are at least three hundred. When my father was alive, he told me that Yang Jie's paintings were flooded, and at least a thousand of them remained in the world, and he monopolized 30%, and 30% of a thousand paintings, isn't it three hundred? It's only a lot."

"Three hundred!" Pan Ren's eyes were about to fall off, and he sat down with his heart beating very fast.

"Three hundred, even if Yang Jie's paintings are calculated based on thirty silos, 300 pieces are a total of 9,000 silos, 9,000 silos..."

Chen Ao shook the fan and said dissatisfiedly: "I get angry when I think of this. In order to collect these ragged paper, my father spent nearly half of his family wealth. These things cannot be eaten or worn, so what's the use? If it weren't for my father's relics, I really wanted to burn these ragged things and make me angry."

"You can't burn, you can't burn..." Pan Ren waved his hand quickly, his heart jumping out. When he encountered such a waste of resources, Pan Ren wanted to stir up his head in front of him.

Chen Ao was stunned: "Why can't you burn it? Hey, is there something else in this painting? Or can you sell the money?"

"No, no, this painting is not worth much money." Pan Ren calmed down and said in his heart: "We have to stabilize this bastard first. We must neither let him burn the painting nor let him know the value of this painting."

"I mean, these paintings are the relics of Lingzun after all. After the young master burned them, how can we be worthy of Lingzun? In the Song Dynasty, we established the country with filial piety. Whether it is scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, we must remember the word filial piety in mind." Pan Ren said carefully.

"Yeah." Chen Ao nodded: "I mean that too, so I don't burn it. But it's really an obstacle to pile up at home. Alas, if you don't talk about this, you'll feel very upset when you think of it."

Pan Ren said: "Yes, I won't talk about this."

Chen Ao said: "Didn't Brother Pan say that there is something wrong at home? Although we met for the first time, we hit it off at first sight. Let's go here today and invite Brother Pan to have tea in a few days."

Pan Ren was about to leave just now, and Chen Ao stopped him desperately. Now Shen Ao wants Pan Ren to leave, but Pan Ren stopped leaving. He laughed and said, "It's okay, it's okay. I'll sit for a while and it's rare to meet a close friend."

Chen Ao didn't force himself, laughed: "Yes, we are good friends. Brother Pan is coming in the future, so let me give you aside anytime."

Pan Ren nodded blankly, but his eyes greedily went to see the painting on the table, and said in his heart: "Take this painting back and let Mr. Xu help me see if it is true or false. If it is true, then find a way to get the other paintings together. After a change of hand, it would be a fortune. It would be great that Chen's surname is so stupid. It's really God's will. If it weren't for the loss of his money today, how could there be such an opportunity? The misfortune is the basis of good fortune, and the blessing is the basis of bad fortune. Haha, the ancients did not deceive me."

The two of them had a casual chat. Chen Ao talked about tea and then talked about eating, as if he knew the delicacies of the world. He said it was very clear, as if he had tried all the famous dishes in the world. Pan Ren believed even more that Chen Ao was a defeated young man. Otherwise, with his current family background, not to mention Wuxi meat bones, Lu Huijian sauce pork head meat, and Peixian dog meat, even the cooked beef in Juxianglou, Bianjing City.

After talking for a while, it gradually became dark. Chen Ao said, "If Brother Pan doesn't give up, just give up and use a meal. I've been struggling to pay attention to the money recently. Haha, I'm not very well entertained. Please forgive me for your crime."

Pan Ren quickly stood up and rolled the painting in his hand: "I have been bothering me for so long, why are you still embarrassed to eat here? I won't bother you anymore. Pan said goodbye."

Pan Ren was anxious to identify the matter, but Chen Ao insisted on keeping it. The two of them were still entangled in the yard. Suddenly, Ms. Zhou's wing came out: "If you want to leave, what should you do? The family is poor, and you still teach people to eat it. Go and see if we have rice jars to see if we have rice in the pot? You are such a careless thing, and your sister is accompanying you to starve and freeze. Why are you so generous to outsiders? You should not put it in your home."

Pan Ren's face changed and he immediately smiled bitterly. Chen Ao couldn't hold back his face and shouted to the wing room: "Sister, what are you talking about? I've kept my friends for dinner, but did it get in the way of you again?"

Pan Ren hurriedly grabbed Chen Ao and said, "Young Master Chen, forget it, I'm going to say goodbye and come back to visit again when I choose a date."

Chen Ao looked very depressed and muttered: "My sister has this temper. Alas... since that's the case, I won't give it to you."
Chapter completed!