Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System

Remember for a second【】

The famous Zhuang Group, the Queen Mother Ye has naturally heard of it.

Now that I heard her husband mention it, I suddenly glanced uncertainly at the middle-aged man in front of me who was having a good conversation with my son, and whispered in a very uncertain voice:

"Lao Lin, do you mean that this is a member of the Zhuang Group? Our son still knows such a powerful person? Does that mean that our son will have the opportunity to directly join the Zhuang Group after graduation?"

After hearing this, Father Lin couldn't help but roll his eyes:

"Don't worry about our son's affairs. I feel that this stinky boy will not be mediocre in the future. Also, that is the chairman of the Zhuang Group, Zhuang Yan Zhuang Dong!"

"What?"

As soon as these words came out, it was the empress dowager Ye's somewhat carefree personality, and she couldn't help but exclaimed.

Suddenly, the three people who were walking and chatting in front of them all turned their attention to this side.

"What's wrong mom?"

Hearing her son's question, the Queen Mother Ye waved her hand with a slightly embarrassed smile:

"It's alright, you talk about you, and I told your dad about your college entrance examination."

Seeing that everything was fine, Lin Yi continued to turn around and chat with Zhuang Yan.

Suddenly, solemn eyes swept to the cloth bag in Lin Yi's hand, and he couldn't help frowning and asked:

"Brother, does your bag look familiar to me?"

Hearing this, Lin Yi laughed, reached out and handed the cloth bag to Zhuang Yan, and said with a smile:

"Haha, I just bought a painting for 250 yuan. When I look back, I have to ask Brother Zhuang and Lao Wang to give it to him."

Hearing Lin Yi's words, he gave a solemn look, and then suddenly slapped his forehead:

"Hey, I said why it looks so familiar, so it's this painting."

Lin Yi and Wang Lao were stunned when they saw this, not understanding the purpose of Zhuang Yan's words.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, after a solemn laugh, he explained:

"Is this painting sold to you by a thin and frail middle-aged man?"

Wang Lao, who was on the side, could not help frowning after hearing this, and interjected somewhat uncertainly:

"Zhuang Dong, are you talking about monkeys? Is this painting sold by monkeys to Xiaoyou Lin?"

Lin Yi was not surprised that the two knew the monkey. After all, they were both in the antique city, so how could they not know each other.

So I didn't hide it, nodded and said directly:

"That guy is indeed called a monkey, a dry middle-aged man with two mustaches around his mouth."

After hearing Lin Yi's description, both Zhuang Yan and Wang Lao were sure that the monkey couldn't be wrong.

So, Zhuang Yan said the matter directly:

"Well, this kid is a master who goes to the countryside to dig old houses. When he encounters good things, he will send it to our Xuan Ruizhai as soon as possible, and this painting will be brought to Xuan Ruizhai today."

"Oh? This painting has also entered Xuan Ruizhai? Why haven't I heard of it?"

At this time, Xuan Ruizhai's chief appraiser Wang Lao suddenly opened his mouth in doubt.

Logically speaking, even if I am no longer, the first time I receive the calligraphy and painting, the people below will tell me.

"Haha, when the monkey came over, I happened to be coming from the group. After I glanced at it, I let him go out directly, so the appraisal side didn't know about it."

With that said, Wang Lao suddenly understood why he didn't know about the items in the store.

However, a question also appeared in his mind at the same time. Zhuang Dong took a look at it and let the monkey take it away?

Zhuang Dong is not proficient in painting and calligraphy? Could it be that the monkey came from something so bad? But it shouldn't be right?

According to what I know about monkeys, this guy is still very winking. If there are no good things, he will not enter the storefront of Xuan Ruizhai.

And this guy's eyesight is not bad, he won't get a picture that even Zhuang Dong thinks it is fake, right?

For a time, he was full of interest in the picture scroll in Lin Yi's hand.

After all, based on Wang Lao's impression of Lin Yi, this kid would not make a loss-making business.

"Hehe, Mr. Wang, don't be curious, I'll take it out when I get to the restaurant and let you give it a thumbs up."

Glancing at Old Wang's expression, Lin Yi immediately guessed that the old man must be itching, so he smiled and said something.

However, it seems that he was afraid that Lin Yi would be ugly, so Zhuang Dong tried his best not to talk about this topic.

Soon, several people walked out of the Antique Pedestrian Street and followed Wang Lao's footsteps into a hotel that was not very luxuriously decorated.

It's just that Lin Yi was naturally a little curious that this small restaurant was crowded with people eating at this time.

I don't know if it was because Wang Lao knew their boss or because of his solemn face, under the guidance of the waiter, several people went directly to a very elegantly decorated private room upstairs.

Looking at the paintings and calligraphy on the wall, as well as the mahogany table in front of them, all of them reveal elegance.

"Haha, it's been a while since I came to eat here. Is Lao Liu here today?"

Listening to Wang Lao's question to the waiter, it is obvious that he and the owner of this shop are old acquaintances.

Everyone went to the table and ordered the food. Old Wang's eyes always swept to the cloth bag beside Lin Yi.

After seeing this, Lin Yi smiled and handed over the cloth bag at hand:

"Hehe, before the food is served, Mr. Wang, come and serve it to me.

^0^ One second to remember【】

Look at the palm of your hand and see if I have spent more than two hundred yuan. "

After saying this, everyone laughed. For everyone who was doing it, two hundred yuan really didn't matter.

Of course, Father Lin and Empress Dowager Ye would not think so. Empress Dowager Ye was just a little worried about her son buying a broken painting for 250 yuan.

"Haha, then I'll have to take a good look today, Lin Xiaoyou's ability is not ordinary, it can't be said to be a shocking leak!"

Haha smiled and took the cloth bag in Lin Yi's hand, then got up and walked over to a mahogany desk beside him, took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put them on before carefully opening the cloth bag.

Just looking at the scroll, Wang Lao frowned slightly.

How could this scroll be damaged so badly?

However, through this severely damaged scroll, Wang Lao can still see the feeling of some era.

This scroll alone is interesting, and the two hundred and fifty yuan is worth it.

At the same time, he became more and more curious in his heart. According to the truth, even if Zhuang Dong did not know how to calligraphy and painting, he couldn't let go of such an old painting scroll, right?

With such doubts in mind, he gently spread the scroll on the mahogany desk:

"Uh, this..."

【To be continued. . . . 】

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