Reborn 1980: A poisonous wife is not easy to mess with

Chapter 967
Li Xinlan nodded her daughter's forehead, dumbfounded:

"You, you! That is, Shanzi let you do whatever you want, and I think you will be upside down in the future, and he will follow you up the ladder!"

Anya covered her forehead and smiled lightly.

Yangcheng is going to hold a very important international medical science and technology forum, but the two sons are still breastfeeding, An Ya is reluctant to part with both, and has been hesitating, and finally decided not to participate.

Or Ling Yanshan made a decision, isn't grandma and grandpa in Yangcheng?Anyway, it is convenient to live, so the whole family will go there, which is not only work, but also visiting relatives.

When An Ya went to participate in the forum during the day, he and Sister Song could take the children, feed them some milk powder and complementary food, and get through.

So Anya and Ling Yanshan came here with the two half-year-old Xiaotuanzi in their arms.

Anyway, with Ling Yanshan's support, nothing is difficult.

Anya's heart was soaked in honey, Ling Yanshan walked in: "Are these boys still awake?

Do you want to wake them up so that they don't sleep too much during the day and don't fall asleep at night? "

Probably because his voice was a little louder, the little stone sleeping outside blinked and woke up.

Li Xinlan hurriedly took him to pee first.

Turning around, I looked at the pair of little dumplings born to my daughter who were still sleeping soundly, thinking that the two little people must be tired after being brought back from Kyoto all the way by their unreliable parents. .

This side stopped Ling Yanshan and Anya from waking them up, and the other side hurriedly told Xiao Shitou not to disturb his little nephew to sleep.

The four-year-old Xiao Shitou is very reasonable, but it is also when he is naughty.

The two little nephews were sleeping and couldn't be disturbed, so he ran downstairs in a hurry to play on the sofa by himself.

There is a new set of big and soft sofa at home, standing on the back of the sofa and jumping on the sofa, the feeling of being thrown and bounced is what fascinates children the most.

Xiaoshi giggled and jumped a few times, and when he jumped down, he jumped a little crookedly. He accidentally brushed off a stack of documents that Gao Chenggong had just brought back and placed on the armrest of the sofa, and fell to the ground and scattered. a large piece.

As soon as Li Xinlan and her daughter went downstairs, she felt a headache when she saw it: "This child makes a mess of the house all day long, cats hate dogs."

Anya couldn't help laughing: "Children should be lively, and our little stone is not arrogant and ignorant. You see, he knows how to pick up things after dropping them."

Li Xinlan gave her daughter a blank look: "You just stand and talk without back pain. When Dabao and Erbao reach the age of trouble, I think it's better for you to talk about being lively."

Anya smiled, and walked over to help Xiao Shitou tidy up the mess of documents. By chance, she got a brochure from the auction house, flipped through a page, and was stunned when she saw the photos of the collection on it.

"Fishing Fun Picture"?
The painter of the Ming Dynasty who made the picture was not well-known before, but later he was praised by others. Not only are his other works rising steadily, but the pinnacle of this "Fishing Fun Picture" even set a record of 3.62 million at auction. high price.

Anya is not interested in art, but she accompanied a friend to take this painting.

After my friend took the photo, I invited everyone to enjoy it together. I proudly pointed to a few details that could prove the authenticity of the work and talked about it for a long time——

Anya naturally remembered it very clearly.

Although the photos in the album are not too large, some details can still be identified, most likely the painting.

Unexpectedly, this painting has already been sent to the auction house, and it will be auctioned in a week.

But at this time, the painter was not being praised. This painting must be at the price of cabbage. Even if it is more expensive than the price of cabbage, it is not a big deal to Anya.

A week later, she just finished participating in the forum again. She happened to have time, so if she missed something, I'm really sorry...

Panyuan Antique Market in Kyoto.

The ashen-faced He Wenliang still didn't give up, and held on tightly to the collar of an antique shop owner:
"Are you bluffing me? You want to call my things fake, so you can take them cheap and resell them at a high price, don't you?"

The owner of the shop was in the business of antiques, and he was quite elegant, wearing a Tang suit and gold-rimmed glasses, with a refined appearance.

When He Wenliang pulled his collar, the shopkeeper was immediately annoyed, and with a wave of his hand, he called out the busy guy behind him, and twisted both of He Wenliang's arms backwards.

He Wenliang was in pain, and shouted until the dust on the roof beams almost shook off: "Black shop! Yours is a black shop! You want to steal my things!"

Although the flow of people in the antique market is not large, there are still some customers outside.

Hearing He Wenliang's shout, several curious people gathered around the door to probe their brains: "What's the matter?"

"Could it be that this shop is bullying customers?"

He Wenliang can be thrown out at any time, but the business of the shop cannot be affected.

The shopkeeper waved his hand to tell him to let go of the guy: "If you don't take your things, you will call me wrong! Hey, today I will make you understand!"

After speaking, he held up the ancient painting brought by He Wenliang in public, "Everyone have a look, this man took this painting and wanted to sell it to me, he insisted that it is an antique."

Without a sign from the shopkeeper, the guy on the side took two of the same ancient paintings from the counter:

"Everyone, come and take a look. These imitations are all from the same source. Anyone with discerning eyes can come up and take a look, and see how the two paintings in our store are different from the one this person brought!"

Two people who thought they had some accomplishments stepped forward unceremoniously, looked carefully at the paintings on both sides, and quickly gave their opinions:
"Indeed, they are all imitations, a batch of imitations, as can be seen from the materials and brushwork."

Not all antiques are sold in the antique market, some of them like elegance and cannot afford real ones, so it is interesting to buy imitations and hang them at home.

Seeing that someone helped to prove it, the shop owner raised his chest two points: "My shop has been here for more than ten years, and it has always been innocent.

If it is a real product, it will naturally give you the price of the real product, but don't try to fool me with a fake product.

If I was mistaken, I would admit it myself, but I have already said that your painting is not real, and you still insist that I lied to you, I can't admit it.

Fortunately, everyone testified today, proving my innocence..."

He Wenliang's mind was buzzing, and he couldn't listen to what the shopkeeper said at all. He just gasped and shouted: "I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

A middle-aged man who came out to help appraise paintings just now saw his reaction so much, and asked kindly:
"Comrade, why do you believe so much that your painting is real? Where did your painting come from?"

"Yes..." He Wenliang suddenly became hopeful, and just about to open his mouth, he changed his words, "A friend gave me a gift, and her ancestors have some origins!"

Hearing him pause for a moment, everyone knew something in their minds: It was probably an excuse to say that they bought it from a friend, and it was probably coaxed by others to pick up the leak, but it turned out to be a trap, right?

(End of this chapter)