Ghost Shelter System

The studio arranged as an exhibition hall was silent.

Jiang De is Yuan Xinghan's brother-in-law. No one knows who he is. They just think that this middle-aged man dressed as a nouveau riche has a too arrogant tone.

Who does he think he is? Dare you talk to Mr. Chen like this?

Chen Dongguai's reputation is an absolute authority in the jade world, and his shadow is also found in the calligraphy and painting world. In general, he is a senior figure in the field of literary and art appreciation.

On the other hand, the middle-aged man looked like a nouveau riche. He was dressed like a feather duster, with skewers hanging all over his body. He had a fat head, big ears, and a face full of flesh. He didn't look like a good guy.

Mr. Chen swallowed dryly: "De... Dezi, my father and I are old friends. Isn't it right to call you nephew according to our seniority..."

"Chen Dongguai, don't think that being the president of any jade association can clear your name. You have to know what you did before."

Jiang De came to Qin Kun with a sneer, and his expression turned into a kind one: "Master Qin, thanks to your panacea, my mother-in-law is about to give birth. I must treat her to a full moon wine when the time comes."

Jiang De is a disciple of the Gu family in Qiaoling. He is the same generation as the contemporary speaker of the Gu family and the beloved disciple of Gu Shunzi, the speaker of the previous generation.

Qin Kun has not forgotten this group of tomb robbers, who call themselves the ‘Xiling Warriors’, let alone the woman in front of him.

The makeup was light, and the dark pupils took up most of the eyeballs. The woman had long hair hanging behind her back, wearing a leather jacket, and had a cigarette in her hand.

Du Qinghan. The woman buried in the same cave as him on the fateful monument is back.

Du Qinghan turned his head and looked at Qin Kun. Qin Kun nodded towards Jiang De, then moved his eyes to Du Qinghan and walked towards her.

Jiang De looked at Qin Kun and Du Qinghan sadly, and sighed: Oh, I hope Mr. Du... still remembers you.

"Brother, who is that girl?" My sister Jiang Lan came over and didn't dare to say anything about Mr. Chen being suppressed by her brother. Jiang Lan had met him several times before, and she didn't know what the reason for her brother was. Every time When his brother showed up the next time, Mr. Chen was like a god of plague. This time he was hit all over, and as expected, he was speechless.

But compared to the feud between Mr. Chen and his brother, Qin Kun and that girl were what Jiang Lan was curious about.

"I remember that Mr. Qin had a girlfriend named Qi Hongzhuang, and we even had dinner together... Why did he change his girlfriend again?" Jiang Lan was a little surprised.

Jiang De curled his lips and said calmly: "What's so great about a capable man having more women. Besides, don't talk about that girl. My master has to call her 'Master Du' when he sees her."

Master Du?

Jiang Lan took a breath of air. Jiang De's master, Mr. Gu, was very senior in Yanjing's antique world. In addition to his age, he had to be addressed as "Master"? Are you kidding me?

The astonishment and surprise of others did not affect Du Qinghan's mood. She flicked the ashes of her cigarette and looked at the young man walking curiously. The young man came to stand in front of her. Du Qinghan finished smoking a cigarette, but the other party did not. Talk.

"Who are you? What's wrong?" Du Qinghan couldn't help but ask.

Sometimes coldness is a strange expression. There is no acting in Du Qinghan's eyes. She doesn't recognize Qin Kun at all.

"It's okay, my name is Qin Kun, can I meet you?" Qin Kun stretched out his hand and smiled.

Du Qinghan showed no interest at all, thinking that this young man was another pig brother who felt good about himself.

Qin Kun noticed that the other party turned and left, and scratched his head with a wry smile.

"Master De."

"Master Qin...just call me Jiang De or Dezi."

Jiang De ran over and said with a smile: "Don't ask me anything, I don't know. I went to Master some time ago to see Mr. Du, and Master asked me to bring her to see you. I didn't say anything else."

"Who is your master?"

"My master, Gu Shunzi, said that he met you at Panjiayuanqiaoling Antiques in Yanjing. Later, you saved his life near Luliang Mountain."

Oh, Qin Kun remembered it.

The second time I went to that old man from Qiaolinggu thirty years ago!

At that time, they were trapped in a ghost town for many days, and Feng Qiang and a master from the Du family did rescue them by themselves.

Qin Kun unknowingly found that he was very close to these tomb robbers, and unknowingly, he seemed to be far away from one person.

Du Qinghan, I don’t seem to have any special feelings for her, right?

…

The little episode about Mr. Chen's broken jade passed in the blink of an eye. The jade called "Blood Lama" was said to be hard to find for seven figures. Mr. Chen was very unconvinced and felt that Jiang De and that woman were blackmailing him, but there was nothing he could do. I promise Give Jiang Lan another compensation.

There was nothing to see in the art exhibition, and Qin Kun didn't understand the avant-garde paintings. He didn't understand what was criticized in them, nor what ideas the artists expressed, but there was one painting that he understood.

The background of the painting is dim, and it is located in Yuan Xinghan's studio. There is an old sofa in the picture. The main subject is two people, one is himself, and the other is wearing a bright red wedding dress and sitting on the window sill behind the sofa. It is the ghost in the wedding dress. .

There is not much difference between Qin Kun in the picture and Qin Kun himself, but for the first time Qin Kun discovered that he was so interesting. The two subjects sat there quietly, their eyes not intersecting, but they could be found to be in trance. Thinking of something, his mind drifted out of the picture. Qin Kun smiled slightly. The Wedding Dress Ghost and the others had been lost for a long time, and they didn't know where they went.

"Like it?"

Qin Kun was looking at the painting in a trance, and a voice sounded next to him. Yuan Xinghan was here.

“Pretty good.”

Qin Kun said with a smile.

Yuan Xinghan lit a cigarette and handed one to Qin Kun: "I'm talking about that woman."

Qin Kun was startled and followed the direction Yuan Xinghan pointed and found that it was Du Qinghan.

Qin Kun rolled his eyes at him: "If you have the mind to come up with a few more masterpieces, don't gossip about other people's affairs."

Yuan Xinghan likes to associate with friends of flesh and blood. Qin Kun is like this. He has personality, is unique, and has a sense of mystery. Following Qin Kun, inspiration is almost endless. Yuan Xinghan exhaled smoke and smiled: "I'm just curious. When did you meet? Did you break up with Miss Qi?"

"Qi Hongzhuang? We're not broken up, and it's not good either." Qin Kun paused, "I've known her for a long time...about thirty years."

Yuan Xinghan was dumbfounded. He knew that Qin Kun was less than 25 years old. He had known him for thirty years, and his tone was artistic enough.

Yuan Xinghan didn't take it seriously and leaned on the railing: "Maybe we have known each other for three lifetimes."

Qin Kun was stunned: "It's really possible."

The first day of the exhibition ended, and at 4 pm was the first day of the auction. Two paintings were bought, and nearly 2 million was earned. When Qin Kun heard how fast Yuan Xinghan was making money, he lamented that this guy was just a money printer. The machine hates itself for not having any artistic talent. The art exhibition will be open for two days. According to Yuan Xinghan, after this art exhibition, there will probably be nearly 10 million in income.

At night, there was a barbecue restaurant in Guliuqiao. Yuan Xinghan was not socializing. He and Qin Kun were the only ones here.

After a few bottles of wine, Yuan Xinghan smacked his tongue and sighed: "From last year to this year, I transformed from a painter to an avant-garde art master. Do you think it's ridiculous?"

"What's so funny?"

"The paintings I painted are not avant-garde paintings. They are all realistic."

Yuan Xinghan's eyes sparkled as he recalled the first time he attended Menggui Travel Agency, as if it was a dream.