"What kind of calligraphy and painting is this? Is it a high-quality imitation work?"

Seeing Bai Ruotong taking two calligraphy and paintings from Li Jiangnan and showing them on the coffee table, Vice President Chang, Supervisor Xie and the female director all came over to watch.

Unfortunately, they don’t know how to appreciate calligraphy and paintings. Even if there are two treasures in front of them, they will only think that these two calligraphy and paintings that look pretty good should be high-quality imitations, or fakes.

It’s no wonder that in their eyes, Li Jiangnan is a poor and useless person who relies on his wife. How could such a person have a precious collection of calligraphy and paintings?

It is not impossible to make two imitation paintings to dress up.

Bai Ruotong didn't know how to appreciate calligraphy and paintings. After reading it for a while, she asked Li Jiangnan in confusion: "Where did you get these two calligraphy and paintings?"

"Did you collect it from someone else when you set up a book stall?"

Bai Ruotong even disbelief of how precious calligraphy and painting collection Li Jiangnan could have. She even believed that this should have been collected by Li Jiangnan from someone when he set up a book stall. Then she felt that she liked it, so she kept it herself and did not sell it for money.

Li Jiangnan did not waste his verbal explanations and said briefly: "Don't ask about other things. These two calligraphy and paintings are OK, so you can give them to Mr. Jin."

Zhang Baojun sneered beside him and said, "I really can't tell you, your ex-husband who lives by relying on his wife, is quite considerate of Miss Bai."

"Even the calligraphy and paintings I have collected are willing to take out."

"But it's a pity, even if you have a sincere heart, it's just in vain."

"Because people like you are too low-end, and high-end women like Miss Bai, you are not worthy of her at all..."

After he said this, Vice President Chang and others all laughed secretly.

Their eyes of Li Jiangnan were full of mockery. If they hadn't been concerned about Bai Ruotong's face, they would have said a few words and ran Li Jiangnan.

Bai Ruotong's face turned red and she felt very uncomfortable, but Li Jiangnan really had no status. This is a fact, and she couldn't defend Li Jiangnan.

The only thing that can be done is to divert the topic and let Li Jiangnan suffer less ridicule.

"Mr. Zhang, please appreciate it. How about these two calligraphy and paintings?"

Bai Ruotong changed the topic and showed him the calligraphy and paintings and said, "Will he like Mr. Jin?"

Like them, Zhang Baojun did not know how to appreciate calligraphy and paintings. However, he often followed Jin Ai Ming and heard Jin Youming talk about his knowledge of calligraphy and paintings, so he pretended to be an expert and began to appreciate it in a pretentious manner.

"These two calligraphy and paintings look OK. Although they are both fakes, the imitation is of good quality and quite reasonable."

"This first painting is Qi Baishi's "Ink Shrimp".

"The shrimps in the painting are lively and cute, with different moods. It can be seen that the imitation person should be a master, and he has the charm of Qi Baishi."

Zhang Baojun looked at the second copy of calligraphy and painting again, shook his head and exclaimed: "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, this second calligraphy and painting is even more amazing."

"This is Tang Bohu's "Rain Bamboo Picture".

"If it is the original work of Tang Yin, it will be worth a lot, at least hundreds of millions of dollars, and it may not be possible to get it."

"But unfortunately, they are all fakes, and the taste of collection is much worse..." Zhang Baojun shook his head and sighed.

Li Jiangnan saw his shaking his head and pretending to be profound, and laughed at him in his heart. This guy is just a pig, and he obviously has two authentic works, but he must say it is a fake.

Even if you put the baby in front of him, you can't see it. You are typically blind.

"So, Mr. Zhang, can you use these two fake calligraphy and paintings to give gifts?"

Bai Ruotong had long thought in her heart that these two calligraphy and paintings must be fakes, because with Li Jiangnan's pitiful wealth and status, how could he collect the authentic ones?

It was already very good that he was able to receive two decent fake calligraphy and paintings.

"Although these two calligraphy and paintings are fakes, it is not impossible to give them to Mr. Jin as a gift."

"After all, the original works of famous artists are too expensive and not so easy to get."

"Even Mr. Jin and his friends in the collection industry usually appreciate calligraphy and paintings, they are not all genuine works. Sometimes a good fake is also valuable for collection."

Zhang Baojun is right. Now that there are so many rich collectors in this world, where are there so many original works of famous artists for people to collect?

Most wealthy people are already very stylish to collect several high-level imitation painting books, decorate the storefront and beautify the art style.

After hearing what Zhang Baojun said, Bai Ruotong and others had a clear idea.

Bai Ruotong rolled up these two calligraphy and paintings again and treated them as gifts for apology and gave them to Jin Youming in person later.

Next, everyone went downstairs and came to the No. 9 private room in the restaurant. Bai Ruotong and Vice President Chang and others began to discuss. When they met Jin Ai-ming, the boss, what etiquettes should be paid attention to.

Zhang Baojun took out his cell phone, followed the plan and made an appointment with Jin Ai Ming for dinner in his personal name.

Only Li Jiangnan was still so idle and transparent, and almost no one paid attention to him, and he was drinking tea slowly there alone.

It was around six o'clock, and Jin was also in the hotel.

Zhang Baojun stood up and told him: "I asked Mr. Jin for a private room to have dinner in Bag No. 8 next door."

"I'll go and accompany him first. When the right time comes, I'll ring the bell, and you guys will come here by yourself."

"Remember, Li Jiangnan should not come over. The little man can't speak. Don't discourage Mr. Jin's interest..."

When Zhang Baojun said this, he didn't care about Li Jiangnan's existence at all, and naturally he wouldn't care about Li Jiangnan's face. After he finished explaining, he tied his tie and then walked out the door calmly.

In this private room, the atmosphere began to become tense.

Bai Ruotong was like a high school student who was about to take the college entrance examination, feeling uneasy, afraid that she would meet Jin Ai Ming, who would accidentally say the wrong thing and mess up the matter.

Because of the failure to deliver the goods in time, Mr. Jin had a bad view of Laiyuan Company. If he accidentally offended him, he would be over.

After waiting for a long time in anxiety, suddenly the ringtone of Dingling's cell phone rang, and Bai Ruotong grabbed the cell phone on the table with conditioned reflex as if she was electrocuted.

"It was him. Notify us of the past."

The phone rang twice and stopped ringing. Bai Ruotong and others stood up one after another, each tidying up their clothing and instruments first, and then left the box in turn with Bai Ruotong as the leader.

Li Jiangnan knew himself and did not follow the past, so he stayed in his seat to drink tea.

"Haha, Mr. Jin, I happened to meet President Bai and others from Laiyuan Company. President Bai must want to see you, so I can't stop him, so I let them come..."

In the box No. 8, Zhang Baojun changed his previous awesome style, sat carefully half of the fart, and stayed by Jin Ai-ming's side, smiling like a slave, intimate and humble.

Jin is also serious and calm, and pours tea for himself.
Chapter completed!