Chapter 317 I don’t want to chat with my love brain anymore

Mo Bei: "..."

That’s enough. He didn’t want to chat with this group of love-brains anymore, so Mo Bei slipped away.

Jian Chun, Qiao Qingqing is here too.

Qiao Qingqing was able to get in only with the help of Jian Chun. She followed behind Jian Chun and greeted Old Master Zhan. Old Master Zhan nodded with a lukewarm attitude.

"Uncle Zhan, this is the gift I prepared for you." Qiao Qingqing took out the gift box, "I heard that you like calligraphy and painting, so I went to the antique market to buy it."

When he heard about calligraphy and painting, Mr. Zhan's expression changed slightly. He opened the gift box and took out the calligraphy and painting inside.

A group of people were attracted around.

"Wow, this calligraphy and painting doesn't look cheap!"

"Qiao Qingqing is really thoughtful. This landscape painting has an amazing artistic conception."

Even an outsider could tell that this calligraphy and painting was worth a lot of money. Qiao Qingqing was very proud in her heart, but she said modestly, "No, no, this is also a little gift from me and Sister Chun. I bought this for Master Zhan together with Sister Chun."

When other people heard this, they realized that the calligraphy and painting were indeed valuable, otherwise why would it take two people to deliver it together.

Master Zhan nodded and said, "You are thoughtful. This is indeed a good calligraphy and painting."

Qiao Qingqing was in a very good mood after receiving the praise.

Jian Chun took out another gift box and said, "Uncle, I have prepared another gift for you. You like chess. This is a chess set that I asked someone to make specially for you. Do you like it?"

Master Zhan opened it and found that the chess set made of white jade felt slightly cool to the touch and was very comfortable.

This is also good stuff.

"Good boy, I like him very much. However, I usually don't have many people to play with me, so please come over more often when you are free!" Old Master Zhan had a very good impression of Jian Chun, not only because the child was kind-hearted, but also because the Jian family was an old friend of theirs.

He had always treated Jian Chun as his daughter-in-law.

Although Zhan Tingbei has a girlfriend now, Jian Chun is still half a daughter in his eyes.

Seeing Mr. Zhan's attitude towards Jian Chun, everyone complimented Jian Chun more. Jian Chun smiled politely, but his eyes moved to Qiao Yanmeng who was not far away.

"Mengmeng also prepared a gift for uncle. Mengmeng, aren't you going to take it out?" Jian Chun said softly.

This reminded Qiao Qingqing, and she couldn't wait to see Qiao Yanmeng take out the gift: "Yes, sister must have spent a lot of time and effort on Uncle Zhan's birthday."

Everyone looked at Qiao Yanmeng.

Outsiders Jian Chun and Qiao Qingqing have prepared such good gifts, so as the future daughter-in-law, Qiao Yanmeng’s preparations must not be bad.

Qiao Yanmeng glanced at the two men's faces calmly. She knew what they were planning, but she was not afraid. She walked over with her red wooden box.

"Uncle, this is the gift I prepared for you."

Mrs. Zhan was very respectful: "Wow, Mengmeng's packaging is so festive."

Qiao Qingqing: "The gift my sister prepared must be very precious. I wonder what it is."

Master Zhan was calm, as he had received so many good things. As expected, what Qiao Yanmeng sent him should be an antique or something like that. He slowly opened the box, and a vintage calligraphy and painting appeared in front of everyone.

Master Zhan took a look and his eyes widened instantly.

Several wealthy old men who had good relations with Master Zhan were also fond of calligraphy and painting. When they saw this, they were stunned.

Qiao Qingqing could hardly hold back her laughter.

The gift Qiao Yanmeng gave was so low-brow that everyone was stunned.

She immediately said, "Sister, your calligraphy and painting are so beautiful. Where did you buy them from?"

"The antique market." Qiao Yanmeng said lightly.

"Is it the antique market? But why did I see you buying this painting from a street stall that day?" Qiao Qingqing asked in a very puzzled tone.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at them with subtle expressions.

It's Mr. Zhan's birthday party, and as the future daughter-in-law, you buy gifts from a street stall?

Should I say that you are carefree or stupid?

A deep voice came: "Real excellent antiques can appear anywhere. People who don't understand them naturally don't understand them."

It’s Zhan Tingbei.

He was implicitly mocking Qiao Qingqing for not understanding antiques.

Qiao Qingqing gritted her teeth and said worriedly, "I don't mean anything else. I just think that if I were your sister, I would definitely buy a better gift."

"If Wang Meng's calligraphy and paintings are not the best gifts, then I don't know what is," Zhan Tingbei said coldly.

Wang Meng!

This name is a household name!

This is a famous painter from ancient times. One of his paintings would start at tens of millions at auctions nowadays!

Qiao Qingqing had naturally heard of this name, but how could this be possible...

"Sister, how could you give Uncle Zhan a fake calligraphy and painting as a gift?" Qiao Qingqing widened her eyes in disbelief. "I overheard a conversation over there, saying that the most expensive calligraphy and painting there is only a few hundred thousand. A few hundred thousand, of course, can't be real."

"Yes, Wang Meng's calligraphy and paintings have been damaged to varying degrees over the years. It's impossible for them to be so intact." A wealthy old man also spoke up.

Qiao Qingqing was slightly happy.

Giving high-quality imitations as gifts is the most shameful thing among wealthy families!