Su Jiuyu raised her eyebrows, and she was really rushing to the door. She turned her head and blinked at her father, "Dad, didn't you say you prepared a calligraphy and painting for grandpa?"

Calligraphy and painting?

Su Jijun also prepared calligraphy and paintings?

The crowd turned their eyes to Su Jiankai, obviously remembering the fact that he had just given calligraphy and paintings. Giving things was like a dress at a banquet, and everyone was embarrassed.

Su Jiankai obviously thought so. The corner of his mouth, which had been stiff due to ten times growth, instantly took it back and smiled maliciously: "It turns out that the elder brother has also prepared calligraphy and paintings for his father. It seems that our brothers have the same vision."

Su Jijun was stunned. He brought back a painting, but that painting...

"Jijun, have you prepared calligraphy and paintings?" Su Guoan also heard the reputation and passed by.

Su Jiuyu quickly stepped forward, held his father's hand, and smiled and said, "Yes, Grandpa, I heard that grandpa likes calligraphy and paintings. The painting was specially asked for grandpa for grandpa, and I guaranteed that grandpa would like it. However, when we came in in a hurry, we left the painting in the car first."

"Is that true, the army?" Su Guoan asked.

It is true that he likes calligraphy and painting, but good calligraphy and painting are hard to find. It is not that he doesn't believe in his son, but that this is said from Su Jiuyu. He wants to see what calligraphy and paintings he can still like.

"This..." Su Jijun looked at the old man, then looked at his daughter standing aside, knowing that his daughter wanted to protect him. Even if the painting was fake, he could not let his daughter get out of the stage at this time.

He made a cruel decision and nodded, "Yes, my father, I will bring the calligraphy and paintings here."

"You said, what calligraphy and paintings did Su Jijun prepare for Mr. Su?"

"I don't know, but just now, President Su gave Dong Qichang a painting worth 15 million. Even if Su Jijun painted all the money earned from stocks on calligraphy and paintings, it would be at most more than 10 million. I'm afraid it wouldn't be easy to compare."

"I think it's not as good as more than 10 million yuan. Apart from the funds used by Su Jijun to open a venture capital company, it would be great if the rest could be temporarily put out millions to buy calligraphy and paintings."

"Hey, Su Jijun is filial to him, but it's a pity that he chose the wrong thing and is going to make a fool of himself."

Su Jiankai and Zhao Zhiyi's eyes became more and more arrogant. Even Su Yuxin smiled and glanced at Su Jiuyu, but Su Jiuyu was indifferent and just waited quietly.

With the sound, Su Jijun finally stepped into the birthday banquet hall with a calligraphy and painting. The calligraphy and paintings were all rolled together, and they looked a bit thick. Even though they knew the answer, everyone couldn't help but be curious.

Su Jijun walked to the old man, looked at his daughter, and hesitated.

"Why, I've brought all the paintings. Why haven't my brother opened them for us to appreciate?" Su Jiankai saw the hesitation and couldn't wait. He knew that his elder brother couldn't take any good things at hand now.

It’s good to fool people. If you can’t get anything out, it’s not embarrassing!

Su Jiuyu's eyes were cheered up, and he approached his father. Su Jijun took a deep breath. Forget it, it is normal to buy fake antique calligraphy and paintings. Just die. "Dad, I wish you a happy birthday. I look good at this calligraphy and painting, and I don't know if it fits your eyes."

With a swish, a calligraphy and painting that was 168.5 cm long and 85 cm wide was instantly displayed in front of everyone. The continuous peaks hit everyone's eyes. Looking up, the mountains and rocks were soft and the atmosphere was clear and moist. The trees in the mountains were dried with light ink and thick ink dotted leaves.

The whole painting has a grand composition, a heroic temperament, elegant and thick colors, distinct layers, and fascinating!

Looking up, the calligraphy is vigorous and elegant, soft inside and hard outside, the inscription is "The flying pavilion welcomes the clouds at night, and the dangerous pavilion returns to the water at night, and discusses thousands of forests and valleys. Sitting on my strange peak, my bones are cold."

In the upper right corner, there is a picture of Juran Qingfeng, five big characters!

This is……

"Mr. Zhang Da?" Someone murmured and read out the most recent seal.

With a loud bang, the crowd widened their eyes. Even if they didn't understand antique calligraphy and paintings, they had heard of the name of Mr. Zhang Da. It cannot be - Zhang Daqian?!

"Is this Zhang Daqian's painting?!" Many people shouted in shock.

"What?!" Even Su Guoan couldn't help but stand up and approach the painting, looking at his old eyes.

Su Jiankai was also stunned. After a while, he quickly reacted and said worriedly: "I'm afraid this is not a fake?"

"After all, when I prepared the painting of Dong Qichang for my father, I went to many places and asked for some connections before I received it. If this painting of my elder brother is really Zhang Daqian, the price would be quite good."

It seems to be kind-hearted care, but it actually reminds you of something everywhere.

A person came back to his senses from the shock just now and looked at each other, "Yes, if it was really Zhang Daqian's painting, the price would be not low. A few years ago, a painting of Zhang Daqian's calligraphy and paintings were auctioned in Kyoto, and the price soared to 100 million."

"Even if you don't talk about the price, it is almost impossible to find such a painting based on Su Jijun's current connections."

"Hey, even if Su Jijun wanted to please Mr. Su at the birthday party, he was too eager for quick success and instant benefits. It was not good to use it as a fake, but he still used the old man's favorite calligraphy and paintings, which were not as good as the inkstone that was tens of thousands of dollars before. After all, he was a real person."

The sound in his ears was a little unnatural when Su Jijun held the calligraphy and paintings, and Liang Qiaoqin looked over worriedly.

On the main seat, Su Guoan's expression that was already excited suddenly cooled down. A cold light appeared in the chaotic old eyes. After staying with his son and his granddaughter for a long time, he even learned these bad habits. It really disappointed him.

The group seemed to realize something, looked at each other and coughed. The sound gradually subsided, but the discussion continued.

Only Su Jiuyu glanced at Master Ding who was still looking at the painting, and spoke casually, "Master Ding, what do you think of this painting?"

"What else is there to look good about this..." Zhao Zhiyi contemptted beside her.

However, Master Ding suddenly took out a pair of thin gloves from his pocket, took out a magnifying glass from his other pocket, and looked at it carefully and carefully again in full view of everyone.

The sudden action made everyone shocked, and Su Guoan even said with a cold face, "Master Ding, is there any problem with this painting?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as this was said, Master Ding seemed to have heard nothing, and he focused on it. He squinted his eyes and looked at the calligraphy and paintings in front of him from top to bottom for ten minutes. He muttered something in his mouth, and was surprised and whispered, making the guests present nervous.
Chapter completed!