Time passed in seconds, and finally, I saw Jin Zhanheng lifting his face, his face calm and satisfied: "This time I was well maintained. The picture is a little shiny."

Xiaobei secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to raise his arms and help take the scroll and hang it on the wall, but he saw Jin Zhanheng's face change slightly, he put the painting to the edge of his face and took a deep breath.

Then, with a dark cloud on his face, he took a deep breath at Hua again.

This time, it seemed that I had completely confirmed something, and my face turned darker: "Xiaobei."

Xiaobei's back felt cold: "Henglang, is there anything wrong?"

Jin Zhanheng coldly: "Don't I ask you this sentence? Have you ever handed this painting over to outsiders?! Has anyone come into contact with this painting?!"

Xiaobei was sweating coldly on his back: "Henglang, people in the antique industry must have been exposed to paintings when they were caring for paintings."

"No! Apart from the antique industry, have anyone else been exposed to this painting, and it's not too short!"

He smelled the scent that was stained with the painting.

There is an extremely faint cold fragrance.

It should be the body fragrance of a woman.

It's not perfume, nor is it powdery.

It's an innate breath.

It is definitely not the smell that antique shop staff should have.

This painting has been sent to the antique shop for maintenance many times, and has never been this smell!

This is the first time.

When Xiaobei saw him discovering it, he panicked, bent his knees and fell to the ground:

"Xiaobei was dereliction of duty. When he took it to maintain the painting this time, the antique shop staff was inappropriate and accidentally dripped a drop of ink on the screen. This matter was discovered by Miss Shu Ge. She introduced me to send the painting to the antique restorationist Lan Youci to repair it for two days. Maybe this is the case, the painting was stained with... Master Lan's breath."

No wonder I just said why I took it back for two days later.

Jin Zhanheng looked at his subordinate kneeling on the ground with great displeasure, his eyes turned again and stopped on the picture.

But, I have to say that Master Lan’s skills in restoring vintage paintings are really superb.

He didn't notice that the picture had been damaged at all.

If I hadn't smelled the cold fragrance left on the painting, I would have been confused...

The eyebrows were sunk again.

Lan quit again?

I have vaguely heard of this name.

It really seems to be a very famous antique restorator in China.

"This time it was Xiaobei's fault. I was afraid that Henglang would get angry when he learned that the picture was damaged, so he would send the painting to outsiders for repair without authorization. He also thought that the man was a first-class repair expert and there should be no problem... But I didn't expect that Master Lan's breath would pollute your beloved thing... In short, all punishments will be followed!" Xiaobei buried his head sincerely and supported the ground with his arms.

After a long time, I heard Jin Zhanheng's voice coming: "No more examples."

Holding the scroll, he walked out of the room.

*

The next day is the weekend.

As soon as Shu Ge got up and finished her meal, she received a call from Xiaobei.

It was said that Jin Zhanheng invited her to the Jin family.

Jin Zhanheng also knew that the painting was resigned and rebuked for repair.

When he arrived at Jin's house, Xiaobei led him to the garden in the backyard. Shu Ge saw Jin Zhanheng sitting alone in the pavilion to play Go.

The wind blew, blowing the man's cuffs.

The handsomeness of the fairy-like Taoist storms came to my face.

It is completely both ancient and modern.

She was not only stunned.

But he heard his voice floating: "What are you looking at? Come in and sit down."
Chapter completed!