I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Chapter 329 Museums

"What about these?"

Pei Yunxi looked around and asked a very cute question.

The agitated Jiang Chen was taken aback when he heard the words, and then couldn't help laughing, feeling that this unbelievably beautiful actress became more real.

There is no pure gold.

There is no omniscient and omnipotent person in the world.

"Wang Xizhi's "Seventeen Calligraphy" is not the name of a work, but a synonym for a series of copybooks. Tie" is not one set of characters, but seventeen sets of characters."

Jiang Chen patiently explained.

Pei Yunxi came to a sudden, but she didn't feel embarrassed, stripping away the aura of stardom, she was just an ordinary person who was too beautiful. In terms of knowledge reserve, she might really be inferior to Jiang Chen who studied at Dongda University.

This is nothing to shy away from.

Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses.

Just like Jiang Chen doesn't know Qinanmu, she doesn't know Shiqitie.

Jiang Chen once again looked at the copybook hanging on the wall.

"Do you still remember the corpse we met in the river when we went to Shaocheng last time?"

Pei Yunxi let out a "hmm".

She was also taken to the police station that time, causing quite a stir.

That Jiangyang thief seems to be the cultural relic dealer who stole the "Seventeen Posts". When he went to Shaocheng, he would write off the account in all likelihood.

As a result, he would die for many unrighteous actions. He was not caught by the police, but drowned in the river for no reason.

But now, a copybook similar to "Seventeen Posts" appeared here.

of course.

Although it can be confirmed that the content on the copybooks is indeed exactly the same as the seventeen posts, but Jiang Chen is not an expert in appraising treasures after all, and he has never seen the authentic works with his own eyes, so how can he distinguish the authenticity of these copybooks.

Furthermore.

Taking a step back, the "Seventeen Posts" stolen from the Hong Kong City University Art Museum is a veritable filth. Even if someone got it, it should be carefully hidden.

Hanging out so ostentatiously, is it crazy?
This can be seen.

Like the calligraphy and paintings seen before, these copybooks are likely to be imitations that can be confused with the real ones, which makes sense.

"It seems that the owner of this club is a person of elegant character."

Jiang Chen collected his mood, and sat down on the chair made of Qinan wood, "When Director Shi comes later, I have to ask him who the owner of this club is."

"Have you all started to learn how to expand your network?"

Jiang Chen smiled, looked at the actress sitting next to him, and said with a self-mockery: "Ordinary people like us have no foundation or background, so we can only work hard on our own."

He made no secret of his ambition.

A woman like Pei Yunxi would definitely not favor someone who is willing to be mediocre.

"You are not ordinary. A person who can make Miss Shi docile is not ordinary."

Pei Yunxi said calmly.

Jiang Chen knew that the other party must have doubts about his relationship with Shi Qianqian, but it was really normal, and it would be the same if it was him.

If you explain too much, it will be counterproductive.

"She just hasn't met someone like me before, so she finds it novel."

Jiang Chen smiled.

Pei Yunxi did not ask any further questions.

About ten minutes later, there was movement outside the box, and then the door was pulled open.

Shi Qianxi walked in with her father on her arm.

Jiang Chen and Pei Yunxi got up one after another.

Miss Shi was okay, with a pleasant smile, polite and elegant, very ladylike, but when she saw Pei Yunxi was there, Shi Zhenhua's eyes changed obviously, although the time was short.

"Director Shi."

"Director Shi."

Jiang Chen and Pei Yunxi greeted each other with one voice.

No matter who Shi Zhenhua was, seeing this scene, he instantly realized that he was being tricked, so he kept his face, smiled and nodded.

"Sorry, I'm late, sit down."

The host is seated.

"Dad. I have good news for you."

As soon as I sat down, I heard Miss Shi asking for credit: "I just established a film and television company and signed Miss Pei."

This is really good news.

Shi Zhenhua had actually found out a long time ago, but now that his daughter took the lead and Pei Yunxi was present, of course he couldn't attack.

"When did it happen? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Shi Qianqian seemed unaware of the dark waves under her father's peaceful smile, so she said naturally: "Dad, didn't I want to give you a surprise."

Jiang Chen rationally kept quiet, restrained his expression, and watched the other party perform there.

"It seems that Dad underestimated you."

Shi Zhenhua laughed, with a pun, and said, "Do you understand the film and television industry? Do you need Dad to send someone to help you? Don't delay Miss Pei's future."

How could Shi Qianxi agree, if her father sent someone over, what would be the point of all her efforts?
Playing business means, she can't be the opponent of the father at all. Maybe it won't be long before the company will be taken over by the father.

"Dad, you don't need to worry about it. I don't understand this industry, but I can learn it. No one is born with everything. Isn't this what you often say?"

In terms of lip service, Shi Zhenhua, the father, might not really be Shi Qianqian's opponent, and he was quickly squeezed out of his wits.

At this time, the importance of Pei Yunxi's presence was reflected.

If only Jiang Chen and Shi Qianqian were present, this big boss might have made a fuss, but at this moment he just smiled and said to order food.

Since it is in the name of thanks, no matter what the actual purpose is, at least the superficial effort still needs to be done.

"Xiao Jiang, I haven't had time to formally thank you for what happened to Sissi last time..."

After the dishes were served, Shi Zhenhua condescended, put down his airs, and took the initiative to pick up the wine glass.

The wine is rice wine, and the dishes are cold food.

Jiang Chen didn't dare to be negligent, and while toasting, he hurriedly said: "Dr. Shi, you are too serious. Miss Shi and I are friends, this is what I should do."

Of course Pei Yunxi didn't know what was going on, but she was very clear about her role in this meal, she really seemed to be here to eat with her, and she didn't intervene.

"Don't call me Dong Shi. Since you and Sissy are friends, if you don't mind, just call me uncle."

As soon as these words came out, without mentioning Jiang Chen, even Pei Yunxi couldn't help but feel turmoil in his heart.

Who is qualified to be called Uncle Shi Zhenhua, who is not a son of a powerful family?
In film and television scripts, generally this kind of situation should be a drama of beating mandarin ducks.

Pei Yunxi couldn't help but glance at Jiang Chen.

What kind of ability does this young man have that can make Shi Zhenhua treat him so differently?
"Idiot, call someone."

Shi Qianqian was also unexpected, but she was too lazy to think about what her father was thinking, so she couldn't help reminding Jiang Chen who was in a daze.

Don't underestimate a word uncle.

This represents an attitude.

"Uncle Shi."

Jiang Chen shouted with an unnatural expression.

Shi Zhenhua nodded.

"Sissy is spoiled by me. It should have caused you a lot of trouble. Thank you for your tolerance. If you hadn't helped me at the charity dinner last time, our Shi family would have become a joke of the whole Donghai, and even got involved Miss Pei."

Hearing this, Pei Yunxi, who has been acting as a competent audience, couldn't help but flicker.

What does this mean?
Why does she seem to be a little hard to understand?

"Uncle Shi, it's good that you don't blame me."

Jiang Chen was rather embarrassed.

The other party seems to be thanking, but in fact, it means asking for guilt.

If it wasn't for his generosity, how could Shi Xixi have the money to bid indiscriminately?
"What's the matter? I was young too, so I can understand."

Shi Zhenhua smiled indifferently.

Although he is deep in the city, he is not a god, and it is impossible to understand people's hearts.

From his point of view, he can only see that Jiang Chen is spending a lot of money in order to make his beauty happy.

Just like he did to Pei Yunxi.

The only difference is that this young man's goal is his daughter.

That's right.

What a beautiful misunderstanding.

But since Bulgari's charity dinner was mentioned, shouldn't the [-] million auction proceeds be repaid?
But the boss didn't seem to know, and didn't even mention it.

At the same time, Jiang Chen has already noticed that the stunning actress next to him occasionally glances at him, which has become a little abnormal.

obviously.

Through some of Shi Zhenhua's remarks, the other party may have heard some clues.

But in this situation, he can only pretend that nothing happened, and he has no chance to talk to Pei Yunxi.

"Uncle Shi, do you know the owner of this club?"

After shouting it a few times, Jiang Chen seemed to gradually become comfortable with this title.

"Know, what's wrong?"

"I see that there are some antique objects everywhere in this clubhouse, which are very unique, especially the characters in this room. I want to take them back and copy them."

Shi Zhenhua suddenly smiled.

"She prefers these."

"Dad, why haven't you brought me here before?"

Shi Qianqian asked casually, obviously it was also her first time here.

Shi Zhenhua glanced at her, "You don't know what kind of temper you have. If you cause trouble here and destroy other people's things, I can't afford it."

Although he knew that he was probably joking, Jiang Chen was inevitably a little surprised when he heard this.

With the Shi family's status and wealth, being able to make such a joke is enough to explain some problems.

"Dad, who is the boss?"

Shi Xixi came curious.

"It's the one you admire the most."

"My favorite?"

Shi Qianqian muttered something in a daze, a little bit unresponsive, and her eyes widened in vain after a while.

"Dad, do you mean that the owner of this club is Miss Lan?"

Shi Zhenhua nodded, "Otherwise, who else can have such a skill."

Jiang Chen was startled.

Of course he knew who Shi Xixi was referring to by Miss Lan.

Turning his head suddenly, he once again looked at the seventeen copybooks hanging on the wall.

Shaocheng.

The former residence of Lanting.

The body of the bandit who died without name in the canal.

The stolen works of art from the Art Museum of Hong Kong University...

Looking at the vigorous and elegant cursive script, Jiang Chen's eyes kept fluctuating.

He used to think that all the hangers in the clubhouse were fake and high-quality imitations.

But now it seems.

This is clearly a genuine "museum"!
(End of this chapter)