Dragon King Hall

Chapter 134

Sylvia Lin looked at Henry Zhang excitedly with a small face. She wanted to ask Henry Zhang many questions now, but because Milan and others were all there, she couldn’t speak.

"Sylvia, your Henry Zhang is really amazing, do you understand this kind of thing?"

Li Ke, a mixed-race beauty, couldn't help but admire: "Can cook? He can also be artistic. I heard from Milan that he even cleans at home. He's such a good man."

"Mr. Zhang, I admire your views on Chinese painting!" Fang Luo couldn't help but stick out his thumb. He was just thinking about what was wrong with this painting. After Henry Zhang reminded him, he remembered that it was painting The paper, the authentic drawing paper, is light blue. Few people can notice this kind of detail, but Henry Zhang knows it.

Soon, Boss Li came out of the back kitchen with the phone in hand. Everyone was waiting for Boss Li to announce the result.

"Everyone, I'm really ashamed. This ink shrimp of mine is indeed not the authentic work of Master Qi, but, as this gentleman said, it is the Collo version of the Qing Dynasty."

Henry Zhang’s expression was flat, and he had long predicted such a result.

Milan yelled excitedly, "Henry Zhang, you are amazing! The one named Wan, now it's time for you to fulfill your bet!"

Yu Bai sat at the side with a gloomy face and did not speak. After today's incident, his reputation will definitely be affected.

As for Wan Yichang, he also had an ugly face. He really didn't expect that Boss Li's certificate actually said the Collo version!
"Wan, why are you silent? Could it be that you want to play tricks?" Milan said again.

"How could it be?" Wan Yichang forced a smile, "Girl, just ask what you want."

"What do you want?" Milan stretched out his small hand, put it on his chin, tilted his head, and pretended to be thinking.

Sylvia Lin suddenly said, "Boss Wan, your painting boat is more than 800 square meters, and the location is not bad, so let's take your painting boat."

"What!" Wan Yichang's eyes widened, "Girl, you're a bit of a lion, don't you?"

"Why did the lion speak so loudly?" Milan folded his hands on his chest, "You said it yourself just now, and you can raise any conditions."

"But you're going too far." Wan Yichang's face was gloomy, the boat was all he could show off his wealth, how could he just give it away so easily.

"Don't worry, Boss Wan, I won't let you give it away for nothing. I'll just take it as long as the market price of your painting boat is. This is my business card." Sylvia Lin took out an exquisite business card from his handbag and put it in the On the table in front of Wan Yichang.

Wan Yichang glanced at the business card, and just this one glance made his pupils constrict.

On the business card, the title of chairman of the Lin Group made him gasp in fright.

Wan Yichang has long heard that the helm of the Lin Group is a beautiful iceberg, but he would never have thought that the extremely beautiful woman in front of him is the chairman of the Lin Group, Sylvia Lin!
Thinking of showing off his wealth in front of Lin Qinghan, Wan Yichang felt as uncomfortable as eating mouse feces. This is not just as simple as playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong. Compared with Lin's group, his own painting boat is even a little finger No!

"Boss Wan, my people will contact you within three days to talk to you about the acquisition. With so many seniors in the industry watching, I hope Boss Wan will do what you say. Don't play tricks. Let's go." Sylvia Lin raised the bag and took the lead Walk out of the restaurant.

"Do what you say, don't play tricks, otherwise, I will find someone to go to your boat every day to publicize your character, Boss Wan." Milan patted Wan Yichang on the shoulder, narrowing his eyes and smiling.

Henry Zhang and others left the restaurant one after another.

Wan Yichang and Yu Bai stared at the table in front of them dumbfounded, neither of them spoke.

During this gallery tea, although Henry Zhang did not communicate directly with Fang Luo about the painting, the result is self-evident, and Fang Luo himself knows that the gap between him and Henry Zhang is very large.

"Sure enough, it's Sylvia Lin. How could the man she likes be so bad?" Fang Luo said, sitting in the back row of Milan's car.

On the red Mercedes-Benz GT, after Sylvia Lin got into the car, he didn't rush to start it.

"Boss Lin, why don't you leave? Milan and the others have all run away." Henry Zhang said strangely on the co-pilot.

“Why did you lie to me?” Sylvia Lin turned around and looked at Henry Zhang.

“What lied to you?” Henry Zhang wondered.

"What you just showed, don't tell me that you also checked it on the Internet, and the ink shrimp you painted, your painting skills are at least at the level of Chinese painting!" Sylvia Lin stared at Henry Zhang's eyes, waiting for his answer.

Hearing this, Henry Zhang covered his forehead, "Boss Lin, I didn't lie to you, I have always understood painting, did I say I didn't understand?"

“You!” Sylvia Lin opened his mouth, thinking about Henry Zhang’s words in his mind, as if from the beginning to the end, he thought that Henry Zhang didn’t know how to paint, and he himself did not say that he didn’t know how to paint.

Henry Zhang smiled, "Mr. Lin, I still have a little research on Chinese painting, so you told Milan that I am a painter, which is actually true, hehe."

Sylvia Lin was dumb, with a look of embarrassment on her pretty face. She had always been preconceived. She really didn’t expect that Henry Zhang really knew Chinese painting, but she thought he knew nothing.

"Since you know Chinese painting, why..." Sylvia Lin stopped suddenly after speaking halfway.

“What’s the matter?” Henry Zhang was curious.

"It's okay." Sylvia Lin shook his head, recalling his previous views on Henry Zhang, and smiled at himself, when did he become such a character who judges people by appearance.

The gas pedal fires, and the vehicle moves.

After learning that Henry Zhang himself knew Chinese painting, Sylvia Lin felt some joy in her heart. She found that this man was actually quite good, with superb medical skills and a high level of Chinese painting. If he hadn't come to the Lin family as a married man, if he had met him on another occasion, maybe he would have developed a strong interest in him.

Thinking of this, Sylvia Lin blushed even more.

"Mr. Lin, what are you thinking, just keep smirking there." Henry Zhang leaned on the co-pilot, looking at this woman, his eyes were full of affection.

Sylvia Lin was a little aware of his gaffe, and calmed down: "Henry Zhang, tell me the truth, what else do you want?"

"I said it all last time."

"Bragging!" Sylvia Lin pouted. This person said last time that he is proficient in art, music, painting, food, ancient martial arts, investigation and blasting, languages ​​of various countries, finance, and other major fields. I don't believe it, how can a person be proficient in so many things.

Taking ten thousand steps back, if Henry Zhang is really proficient in these things, how could he come to his Lin family to be a door-to-door son-in-law?
(End of this chapter)