I was born again and I just want to concentrate on making money

Just when everyone was guessing, who was this mysterious relational household hidden in Xiaobawang.

Lin Qing, the person in question, was reading Yan Zhenqing's "Ritual and Music Collection" under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

This morning, when Lin Qing, Zhang Ting, and Xiaochun went to the hospital to visit Ni Haizhi, she had already recovered a lot from yesterday's pain.

Avi was holding a cream cake for her to eat.

Awei's patience, she took a bite and wiped her mouth with a napkin.

Xiaochun frowned: "Awei, you are taking care of your daughter."

Awei, who was as old as Haizhi, showed a kind smile: "Well, I have raised Haizhi like a daughter since I was a child."

It belongs to a seven-year-old father with a five-year-old daughter.

Ni Haizhi has long been used to this number two father, and has no desire to make fun of it.

On the contrary, when facing Lin Qing and the three of them, the soul of gossip was burning.

"Sister Qing, do you know? In our factory, there is a great man."

Speaking of this, Ni Haizhi stretched his neck to look outside the door of the ward, and said in a low voice: "He is a related household of Mr. Huang."

She pointed to the ceiling, which means, the relationship between heaven and earth.

Lin Qing looked at her with a smile: "Really?"

As the person with the highest relationship, I didn't panic at all.

Then, Ni Haizhi analyzed all the possible people in the factory in front of Lin Qing, and finally told himself that he was so tired that he fell asleep, but he didn't guess Lin Qing's head in the end.

Lin Qing tucked her in the quilt and left lightly.
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At this moment, Lin Qing opened a thin wooden box, in which lay Yan Zhenqing's original work "The Collection of Rites and Music".

Zhang Ting was shocked: "Is this true, sister?"

Lin Qing shrugged slightly: "Who knows?"

The world of calligraphy and painting has always been true and false, and the most professional and powerful connoisseurs may not be able to guarantee it.

What's more, Lin Qing is an outsider.

"Then let's use it as a gift, can it work?"

Lin Qing was not interested in the post itself, so he put the lid on it: "President Ni said, from the identification seal, we can be sure that it is true."

Zhang Ting sighed: "That must be expensive!"

Lin Qing nodded: "It's really not cheap, but if Qian Ruocen can become Xiao Bawang's technical support in the future, compared with the value he created, this post..."

Lin Qing said this, looked down at the box again, and said, "It's nothing."

The sunlight shines on the box through the cracks of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. The box is made of golden nanmu, which is more expensive than gold.
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Soon came the weekend, the salon activity day of the Shencheng Calligraphy Association.

This precious golden nanmu and calligraphy post is now in the back seat of Lin Qing's car, going to the appointment with her.

Beishanzhai is located in a remote place on the outskirts of the city, about two hours' drive from Tianjie.

Especially the last section of the road was a mountain road with several hairpin bends. Lin Qing, who was always in good health, felt uncomfortable sitting.

Just when he was about to get motion sickness, the famous Beishan Zhai finally arrived.

Ou Jie was puzzled: "Boss, since they have to hold this event once a week, why don't they choose a place closer to it? What a fool."

Lin Qing chuckled: "Aren't you messing around! You take this box today, and when I come out, you can send it in for me and give it to Qian Ruocen."

After making arrangements, Lin Qing opened the door and went down.

Looking up, hey, it's no wonder that this group of elegant literati would rather go through such troubles and do it here, really, what an antique and magnificent atmosphere!
The antique building with black tiles and white walls, the front hall is a thin area of ​​water, but when you step on it, you can hear a slight sound of treading water, but there is no water on the shoes.

Entering from the front hall is the event venue. The hall is not like a banquet hall, but more like a calligraphy and painting exhibition hall.

There is no waiter and security request to check the invitation, just come in.

The existence and address of Beishanzhai is itself an admission ticket.

Ordinary people don't even know that there is such a place in Shencheng.

Lin Qing went in and found a place to sit for a while before Xiao Zhongfei came.

The "gift" that Lin Qing gave him last time was very generous, exceeding his expectations, so today he feels that Lin Qing is completely his own, avoiding the noise and going straight to the point.

"Mr. Qian and his grandson usually arrive late, waiting for the apprenticeship..."

Last time, the two had already agreed that they would accept Mr. Qian as their apprentice, and the apprenticeship must be in person at a salon event.

After all, this kind of thing that everyone has a bright face cannot be done under cover.

So Xiao Zhongfei wanted to directly ask Lin Qing what he thought, and he would just cooperate with the performance later.

Lin Qing motioned for him to sit down next to him: "Relax, just play by ear."

Faced with Lin Qing's relaxation, Xiao Zhongfei became nervous for some reason.

He was a little taken aback when he realized how nervous he was.

He is not the kind of hidden expert, he is a person who has expanded his network to the limit through the position of president of calligraphy.

Socializing and acting are his strengths. Compared with the real calligraphy, these are very simple, nothing more than routines.

But Lin Qing, she has no tricks!
It's like the film is about to be filmed, but he doesn't have a script in hand.

Ah, I, an old actor, would be flustered by this young girl in front of me. I really didn't expect it.

He could only pick up the tea and use this action to calm himself down.

After putting down the teacup, he felt that he should say something to break the silence between the two of them: "Mr. Lin, won't you go and have a look? Many of the works here are rare treasures, and you can't see them in museums outside."

Lin Qing smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "I won't read them. I'm a person who doesn't understand them, but reading them will defile me."

"Huh? Hahaha, Boss Lin is too modest."

Xiao Zhongfei was very surprised by this answer, he had seen too many people who pretended to understand and half buckets of water clinked.

There is no right or wrong in the so-called art of calligraphy and painting, and anyone can comment on it at will.

Xiao Zhongfei has seen this kind of thing too much over the years, from the very beginning he couldn't stand the unhappiness, and gradually became numb.

It was the first time he saw someone as straightforward as Lin Qing: "Boss Lin, it's really rare, someone who truly respects the art of calligraphy and painting."

If you don't understand, don't say it.

That is the greatest respect.

Lin Qing picked up the teacup, smiled and nodded, accepting the social compliment.

Just when Lin Qing finished drinking tea and gently put down the teacup, she found a cool little boy standing in front of her eyes.

The child was wearing a white shirt and dark blue overalls shorts, with his hands in his trouser pockets. He was obviously only four or five years old, but he looked like an older child.

"Sister, you're beautiful."

When he spoke, he was actually a bit sophisticated.