He knows how irritating his wife is, right?

Song Yi glanced at the painting on the table and asked Lin Wenyou to sit down.

Lin Wenyou remembered something.

"Your diploma is still with me, but I haven't found a suitable opportunity to give it to you. I'll bring it to you next time I come!"

Fang Zongtang paused for a moment as he was painting the bronze.

Song Yi smiled and nodded: "Okay, thank you, Professor."

Lin Wenyou pulled his eyes away from the Five Grains and Harvest jar and said with a sigh, "You are the most talented student I have ever seen. I thought you would be engaged in scientific research in the future!"

Song Yi was silent for a moment and then said, "It's good now, too. I like my current job very much."

If being the richest man is compared to a job, then this job is pretty good.

Lin Wenyou turned his head and glanced at Fang Zongtang: "She is your wife who has been missing for ten years?"

Song Yi nodded: "Yes."

Lin Wenyou sighed: "It's a pity that your talent is wasted."

At this point the subject changed again.

"No matter what, I still want to congratulate you. I wish I had known she was your wife."

Song Yi smiled silently. Even if he knew it earlier, it would be useless.

If you ask him for help, he definitely won't help.

Lin Wenyou actually had a lot more to say to Song Yi, but it was difficult to say it in front of Fang Zongtang.

Fortunately, Zhang Xingzu brought Uncle Ming over quickly.

She also plated the jar with copper.

"Uncle Ming, come and see what this painting is about." She pointed at the picture of ploughing oxen and showed it to Uncle Ming.

Uncle Ming recognized at a glance that this painting of ploughing oxen was the one he used to have.

The one that was secretly sold by his son.

"Why is this painting here?" Uncle Ming asked hurriedly.

She pointed at the ox and said to Uncle Ming, "Professor Lin Wenyou brought it to me in exchange for something. I thought you might be able to see something, so I called you here!"

Uncle Ming took a deep breath and cleared his mind of the mess.

"Your calligraphy and painting skills are no worse than mine."

Now that she was exposed, she stopped talking.

Uncle Ming focused his attention on the plowing oxen.

"The ox is fake, but everything else is real!"

Lin Wenyou was stunned. How could it be possible?

"How could my painting be fake?"

Uncle Ming looked at Lin Wenyou and asked seriously, "Where did you get this painting?"

Lin Wenyou glanced at Fang Zongtang and replied, "I bought it from a poor middle-aged man on Babao Street four or five years ago."

Four or five years ago?

At that time, Uncle Ming's son had just left.

Didn’t Uncle Ming say that his son and his family went to the United States?

Uncle Ming seemed to be in a bad mood. He was silent for two minutes and then turned his attention to the picture of plowing oxen.

"This painting must have been cut into two and sold by someone." Uncle Ming pasted his stickers on the painting to find the connecting point.

"Brother Zongtang, come and take a look. Is the interface here?" Uncle Ming called Fang Zongtang.

She went over and slid her fingers around the ox.

"Yes, the cow was replaced with a fake one, and then a fake cow was spliced ​​on top."

Lin Wenyou didn't believe it at first, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the unhealthy cow was different from the surrounding pastoral scenery.

It's ethereal, as if floating on a painting.

Fang Zongtang analyzed: "People who sell paintings either want to make two profits from one painting. Or they want to replace the cow to keep a memory for themselves."

Thinking about this matter, she deliberately said it in a nice way.

Uncle Ming’s anger had long passed. What he wanted to know now was whether his son and his family had never left Hong Kong at all?