Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 88 Don't break the painting given by your granddaughter!

Unexpectedly, Qingzhi smiled and said, "What is stealing? My granddaughter didn't sell the painting? She didn't make any improper profit. She just gave me a surprise. It's a bit too much for you to say that." Besides, if you copied Master Shui Mo's painting, would you be able to copy such a painting?"

"This..." Xiuli's eyes widened, she never thought that Qingzhi would protect Qiao Yimo like this for the first time.

"Grandma Qingzhi." Just as Qiao Anchu was about to say something, a familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Qingzhi, I've been waiting for a long time!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone looked at the old Mr. Qin who was coming.

Grandma Qingzhi was overjoyed and got up quickly, "Oh, it's Mr. Qin!"

She had a relationship with Mr. Qin when she was young, and it was all due to her old man's fondness for painting. At that time, Mr. Qin was just a not-so-famous painter!

This time, she asked Dong Yan to send an invitation to Mr. Qin. She originally thought that Mr. Qin was popular and would come to her [-]th birthday party, but she did not expect it to appear.

Everyone was pleasantly surprised when they saw Mr. Qin.

Although the Qiao family is considered to be a well-known figure in S City, Mr. Qin is now the most popular painter in S City, and it is difficult to invite him here.

Especially a few days ago, the second lady of the Qiao family made a big oolong, and it was even more difficult to invite him.

Seeing old Mr. Qin coming to the Qiao family's Qingzhi's [-]th birthday, it also gave the Qiao family enough face.

The eyes of the banquet guests turned to the entrance.

Not long after, I saw Mr. Qin walking over with his eyes narrowed.

Everyone was shocked: "This Qiao family is really powerful enough to invite Mr. Qin over here."

"That's right, you don't know how much Mr. Qin's appearance fee is now."

"Do you think Qiao Anchu will be embarrassed to see Mr. Qin now?"

"Sure, old Mr. Qin's face turned green last time."

"And he originally wanted to take Qiao Yimo as his apprentice, but Qiao Yimo made fun of him for being too old! Hehe, only now do I know that Qiao Yimo copied it."

"That's right, what's so great! You still look down on Mr. Qin!"

"It's a good thing that Mr. Qin didn't accept the two sisters of the Qiao family as apprentices, otherwise Mr. Qin's reputation would be ruined."

"Yes, fortunately, fortunately!"

Qiao Yimo heard the words, chuckled lightly, and raised her eyebrows unmoved.

Seeing this, Dong Yan hurriedly went up to greet her, "Mr. Qin, I didn't expect you to come, please sit here quickly."

As soon as Mr. Qin saw Dong Yan's face, he seemed to see Qiao Yimo's face, and he became angry, waved his hands and refused, "No need."

He glanced at Qiao Yimo and Qiao Anchu lightly, then smiled and said to Qing Zhi, "Qing Zhi, I heard that you received a special gift today?"

Qingzhi and Mr. Qin became one with each other, smiling happily and said, "Isn't it? Look, this is a gift from my granddaughter. From your perspective as a teacher, how is this level?"

Old Mr. Qin didn't hide anything anymore, and said with a smile, "I'll tell you the truth, the purpose of my visit today is to look at this painting."

"Really? Your news is so good!" Qingzhi joked.

While opening the painting that Qiao Yimo gave, Qing Zhi warned, "Old Mr. Qin, you have to be careful, this is a gift from my granddaughter, don't let me damage it!"

Old Mr. Qin looked curious, what kind of painting would make her so nervous?
Seeing Qingzhi protecting Qiao Yimo so much, everyone mocked:
"Grandma Qingzhi, don't show Qiao Yimo's painting out of embarrassment!"

"That's right, Mr. Qin doesn't like it, but you still like it like a baby."

"It's really funny. Mr. Qin's level is many times higher than Qiao Yimo's."

"If it were me, I wouldn't even bother to take a look at it. After all, it's a copied thing. How good can it be?"

Xiuli also booed, "Mom! Don't take it out and embarrass our Qiao family! If it were me, I would just throw that painting into the trash can."

Qingzhi was not moved, but instead expressed his feelings to Mr. Qin, "If my granddaughter's painting is not good, please criticize Mr. Qin lightly!"

"Qing Zhi, you are serious!" Mr. Qin said politely.

Although he knew that Qiao Yimo's temper was not good, but his painting skills were definitely not inferior to any students in his Academy of Fine Arts.

Mr. Qin carefully opened the painting Qiao Yimo sent.

He looked at the style of the painting and was taken aback for a moment.

Indeed, whether it is the use of color, layout, or ink characters, all of them are similar to Master Shuimo's style.

No wonder Liu Fan was so anxious to ask him to identify it.

However, when his eyes moved to the lower right, he felt a little bit lost.Because, there is no exclusive seal of Master Shui Mo here.

In the circle, everyone knows the style of Master Shui Mo, whether it is a small painting or a large painting, he will stamp his own seal on it.

But this style of painting is still at the same level as Master Shui Mo.

It is not possible to say that it is copying. After all, copying can only copy paintings, not copy styles. Everyone's style is different, so it is unique.

He could only think of one possibility.
"Qiao Yimo, are you Master Shuimo's apprentice?" Mr. Qin looked at Qiao Yimo in shock.

Qiao Yimo shook her head expressionlessly, but secretly laughed inwardly.

As soon as Mr. Qin finished speaking, everyone at the scene roared with laughter.

Xiuli sneered: "Oh, it seems that Mr. Qin's level is not very good, can't you tell that she copied it? Are your eyes blurred?"

"Xiuli!" Qingzhi called out Xiuli seriously.How did this Xiuli talk to old Mr. Qin?

Everyone laughed at Qingzhi and Mr. Qin.

"Xiuli is right. Can't old Mr. Qin see that this is a copy?"

"Such a simple copy, even my three-year-old son can do it!"

"Hahahaha, Mr. Qin may be old and confused!"

"No wonder there is an urgent need to recruit apprentices now, maybe in a few years we will not be able to recruit apprentices!"

Mr. Qin was not angry when he listened to the ridicule of the crowd, and wrote lightly, "You seem to be better than each other! Laymen really don't understand anything."

"The shape of a painting can be copied, but the style cannot be copied! Have you ever seen anyone with the same style?"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding voices stopped immediately, and there was no rebuttal.

Qing Zhi got up, looked at old Mr. Qin in shock, "Then you said that this painting was painted by Master Shui Mo himself?"

Mr. Qin glanced at Qiao Yimo, and then returned his gaze to the painting. He nodded, "Exactly!"

Everyone raised their eyes and looked at Qiao Yimo in bewilderment, as if they hadn't reacted to the series of changes.

(End of this chapter)