Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 800 What does it mean?

"can."

Zheng Lei nodded, and said: "I happened to ask him something, so you can tell him, what he told me last time, about his sale of paintings, I've already contacted someone else, I'll ask him later He, let’s make an appointment sometime, I’ll call that person out and sit down and talk with him.”

"Sell paintings?"

Manager Wang was a little surprised when he heard this, and said, "What paintings are you selling?"

"Of course it's Mr. Shi's painting."

While talking, Zheng Lei pointed to the landscape painting that Zhao Yifan was admiring, and said with a smile: "The last time I came here with a friend, when I came here for dinner, my friend just fell in love with Mr. Shi's painting. , I wanted to buy it at that time, but according to Mr. Shi himself, this painting was his favorite work, so he didn’t agree to it at the time, but he didn’t refuse either. Later, my friend came to see it several times, and the more he looked at it, the more he saw it. The more you like it, beg me to be an intermediary, and talk to Mr. Shi. About the day before yesterday, Mr. Shi called me and took the initiative to bring up this matter. .”

"So it is."

Manager Wang suddenly realized. He subconsciously glanced at the landscape paintings on the wall, and he was a little bit guilty. He had followed Shi Haibo for many years, so he naturally knew Shi Haibo well.

Shi Haibo's greatest hobbies in his life are calligraphy and painting. When he was young, he joined the Calligraphy Association and other similar associations, and mixed with those so-called artists. This hobby has been maintained until now.

Over the decades.

Shi Haibo has gained some fame in Qingzhou City, and even in the entire Jiangnan Province, for his calligraphy and landscape painting.

There are even some arty people who want to buy his paintings, take them back, and post them at home as decorations—to enhance their taste.

only.

Shi Haibo himself is not short of money, so he always directly refuses the requests of such arty people to buy his calligraphy.

But if the other party is the kind of person who really likes calligraphy and painting art, and can still chat with Shi Haibo, then Shi Haibo will not be stingy, as long as the other party asks, he will definitely give it to him generously.

No charge.

In the many boxes in Seafood City, each box is decorated with characters on the left wall and paintings on the right wall. Every piece of calligraphy and painting here is written by Shi Haibo, and each piece is also his proud work. .

It seems to be a little ordinary, Shi Haibo is also ashamed to take it out and hang it here.

So every picture hanging here is carefully crafted by Shi Haibo. In the past, some people, when they came here for dinner, fell in love with the calligraphy and paintings in the private room, and wanted to buy them with a lot of money, but basically, Shi Haibo refused.

This time.

Shi Haibo took the initiative to call Zheng Lei and told him that he was going to sell the calligraphy and painting, which really surprised Zheng Lei a little.

"Alright Manager Zheng, I see."

Manager Wang didn't know the reason. After agreeing, he turned and walked out of the box.

"Zhao."

Zheng Lei saw Zhao Yifan's eyes, looked at the landscape painting for a while, then turned his head to look at the calligraphy on the wall next to him, he thought contemptuously, at your level, can you appreciate Mr. Shi's calligraphy and painting?

Of course, he would not say such words directly, but asked subtly: "What do you think of the calligraphy and paintings in this box?"

"well enough."

After Zhao Yifan took a closer look at the powerful cursive script on the left wall, he nodded thoughtfully and said, "I don't know calligraphy and painting, so I can't appreciate it."

"Mr. Zhao, you are too polite."

Zheng Lei smiled, picked up the water glass and took a sip, and said: "I see you have been admiring it for a long time, this calligraphy and painting, if outsiders who don't know how to look at it, just look at it randomly, and then pass. But Mr. Zhao, you are different, I think you read very carefully, obviously you can appreciate calligraphy and painting."

After a pause, Zheng Lei continued: "Mr. Zhao, don't be modest here. Let's chat. What do you think of the cursive script written by Mr. Shi just last week?"

"Do you want to hear the truth, or a lie?"

Zhao Yifan glanced at Zheng Lei upon hearing this.

"Of course it's the truth."

Zheng Lei laughed and said, "Express your opinion. After all, even Mr. Shi has said this cursive script. I'm afraid he won't be able to write such a character again in his life."

"Ah."

Zhao Yifan nodded, and said flatly: "This sentence is true. This President Shi will definitely not be able to write such words in the future."

"Oh?"

Zheng Lei raised his brows, and said eloquently: "Mr. Zhao, you are just picking up people's teeth, and it doesn't make any sense. You have to post some of your comments. Otherwise, why is it called a review?"

"Didn't I review it already?"

Zhao Yifan glanced at him and said calmly.

"What are you kidding."

Zheng Lei curled his lips and said, "You count as a review? You just repeated what I said. Does that count?"

"You also said it just now. Mr. Shi said it himself, right?"

Zhao Yifan smiled and said: "Then you repeated it first, and then I repeated it again, but my repetition is different from yours, because I understand what Mr. Shi said, and you are just picking up people's teeth. That's all."

Zheng Lei couldn't help laughing immediately, glanced at Liu Hui, and said, "Liu Hui, do you think Mr. Zhao's words are very interesting?"

"is it?"

Liu Hui raised her beautiful eyes, glanced at him, and said with a smile on her pretty face, "It's very interesting, I think it's very good, better than what you said!"

"..."

When Zheng Lei heard this, he was immediately speechless, and at the same time his heart became more and more sour. Liu Hui's reaction made him jealous!
"Zhao."

Zheng Lei coughed a few times, turned his head and said to Zhao Yifan: "Then tell me, what do you mean by what you said? You said you repeated what President Shi meant, so from this point of view, you mean, Do you understand what President Shi said?"

After saying these words, Zheng Lei felt that his tongue was about to tie up, he opened his mouth to mean it, and shut his mouth to mean it, anyway, in the end, he was a little unclear about what he wanted to say.

Liu Hui next to her couldn't help but pursed her lips and laughed.

"Yes."

Zhao Yifan didn't bother to continue to play tricks, and said: "Mr. Shi's cursive script must have been written after he finished it. He must have read it for a long time and sighed heavily, right?"

"what?"

Hearing what he said, Zheng Lei was stunned for a moment. After thinking about it carefully, he didn't remember very clearly. When Shi Haibo wrote this cursive script, Zheng Lei was also present at the time. He remembered very clearly that Zhao Yifan was definitely not there. .

But now Zhao Yifan actually said something that Mr. Shi finished writing this cursive script, and even sighed. In Zheng Lei's opinion, this should be pure nonsense!

"Zhao."

Zheng Lei came back to his senses, glanced at Zhao Yifan with a smirk, and said sarcastically, "You are amazing, this is the first time I have heard that someone can tell from this calligraphy that the person who wrote this calligraphy Man, what was his behavior at that time! I really admire, admire!"

Liu Hui was listening by the side, and she was also a little puzzled, but she knew Zhao Yifan, and she knew that Zhao Yifan had something to say, and she definitely wouldn't say it casually.

Zhao Yifan has never had such a habit.

Since he dared to say that Shi Haibo was in a daze, and even sighed, it proves that Zhao Yifan must be very sure!

"Zheng Lei, you don't understand, do you allow others to understand?"

When Liu Hui heard Zheng Lei's slightly sarcastic words, she immediately retorted unhappily.

"Ha ha."

Zheng Lei was a little dumbfounded, turned his head and said to Liu Hui: "Liu Hui, even if I don't understand, I also know one thing. It is absolutely impossible for anyone to see from this calligraphy that the person who wrote it at that time , What moves will he make! Even those calligraphers are absolutely impossible to do this."

As he said that, he picked up his chopsticks, dipped the tea in the cup, and wrote two large characters on the tablecloth - unhappy.

These two characters are written in a smooth and flowing manner, which is very chic and unrestrained, which shows that Zheng Lei also has certain attainments in calligraphy.

of course.

Liu Hui couldn't tell.

Throwing the chopsticks on the ground, Zheng Lei pointed to the word "uncomfortable" and said to Liu Hui: "Liu Hui, you can tell from these two words that I did something after I finished writing it. Surely it’s impossible! That’s why Mr. Zhao just said that Mr. Shi was in a daze and sighed after finishing writing this cursive script. Isn’t this pure nonsense here?”

"You can't see it, but it doesn't mean Teacher Zhao can't see it."

Liu Hui spoke stiffly, but felt a little guilty in her heart.She just wanted to refute Zheng Lei subconsciously just now, but she didn't expect that what she said could not stand up to scrutiny at all.

"Yes."

Zhao Yifan said from the side: "Manager Zheng, I said that Mr. Shi must be in a daze after writing this word, sighing and feeling depressed. If you don't believe me, you can call this Mr. Shi. If you have something to say Wrong, you can do whatever you say, what do you think?"

"Is this true?"

When Zheng Lei heard it, he couldn't help laughing immediately, because what Zhao Yifan said was like a child's play. Even he, the client, couldn't remember what happened to Mr. Shi at that time. What happened to Zhao Yifan, an outsider? Can you tell?
There is only one answer.

Zhao Yifan must be talking nonsense.

"That is certainly true."

Zhao Yifan hummed.

Zheng Lei couldn't wait to take out his phone and said, "I'll call Mr. Shi right now!" He found Shi Haibo's phone and pressed the launch button. Immediately afterwards, a melodious bell rang outside the box.

The door of the box was pushed open, and a smiling middle-aged man walked in quickly, "Manager Zheng, are you looking for me?"

(End of this chapter)