Mr. Tang sighed again and patted the man on the shoulder, "Good boy, this is what we adults should do."
After saying this, Mr. Tang immediately made a phone call on the landline.
"Liqun, contact the Chamber of Commerce members to convene a meeting. I have something important to say. By the way, contact my journalist friends..."
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When Zhou Yuheng brought back the scroll, he saw Mr. Tang and Chu Yun sitting there drinking tea.
Both of them had smiles on their faces and seemed to be having a good chat.
Zhou Yuheng approached with the scroll in his hand and said with a smile, "Grandpa Tang, what are you talking about so happily?"
"You kid, let's talk about finding a good wife."
Mr. Tang laughed and joked.
Chu Yun smiled, stood up and took the scroll from Zhou Yuheng's hand.
"Grandpa Tang, come and see."
Chu Yun took the scroll to the long table and slowly spread it out, imitating Grandpa Tang's method of opening the scroll.
Zhou Yuheng helped Mr. Tang to stand up and asked someone to come over and take a look.
Old Master Tang had a smile on his face. He was just taking a casual look at it at first, but when he saw the content of the scroll clearly, he was stunned by the familiar style of painting.
He let go of Zhou Yuheng's supporting hand, hurried forward, and stared at him closely.
Although it was exactly the same painting as the one he collected, he felt inexplicably excited.
Because this picture brings a greater feeling than the original pictures he collected.
He even suspected...
Mr. Tang didn't dare to think further and urged, "Yuheng, hurry up and get my glasses."
Zhou Yuheng took the glasses from the shelf nearby and handed them over.
Mr. Tang put on his glasses and couldn't wait to examine it carefully.
He was reluctant to even touch it with his fingertips, leaving it in the air, his eyes carefully examining every structure.
He had clearly seen this picture at least a hundred times.
But the picture in front of me, whether it is the style of painting the characters or the inscriptions, is more free and easy.
However, there was no name mentioned in this scroll, but Mr. Tang suddenly realized something.
City life is repetitive every day. Compared with the bustling city where I was nominated, Wuming seems to be more casual and natural.
After only observing it for a short while, Mr. Tang was already convinced that this was the authentic painting.
Based on his understanding of Wu Daozi's painting style and his experience in collecting so many scrolls, he is definitely right.
Mr. Tang took off his glasses and asked excitedly, "Xiao Yun, this painting of yours might be the original. Are you interested in selling it?"
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