Su Peishan and Chen Xiang followed Bai Qianmo in.
"Did you bring everything?"
"Yes, and the one I gave you as a gift."
Old Tang glanced at the four long wooden boxes that Chen Xiang was holding. Four paintings? More than he had expected.
Given Ye Bai's fame, even if this exhibition only features the painting she gave herself, it would be enough to amaze the entire audience.
Unexpectedly, four paintings were prepared at once.
Old Tang thought greedily, "I'll see if I can keep all of these paintings later."
“Qianli”.
"grandfather."
"Notify the staff in the lobby on the first floor that Ye Bai's works will soon be on display for everyone."
"yes!"
"What exactly is going on?" Old Gu noticed a clue.
Since the beginning of Qianmo, Mr. Tang has instructed that Ye Bai's works be displayed to the public.
The man who came with Qianmo happened to be carrying four long, rectangular wooden boxes, which were clearly meant to hold paintings.
Could it be that Qianmo has some connection with Yebai?
Suddenly, I recalled that on the day of Aye's birthday party, Qianmo used Yebai's painting as outer wrapping paper, which caused many painting enthusiasts to feel sorry for her.
Looking back now, how could someone as smart as Qianmo have just randomly gone to Bai Lao's room to take a painting as wrapping paper?
Furthermore, given how much Bai Lao cherishes and collects paintings, wouldn't he frame and carefully preserve Ye Bai's work after acquiring it?
How could it be that it's not even framed and just lying around everywhere?
There must be some reason for this.
What exactly is the relationship between Ye Bai and the Bai family?
Many questions flashed through Old Gu's mind.
Old Tang smiled, walked up to Chen Xiang, took a wooden box, and then turned and walked to the mahogany table.
He slowly unfurled the painting in front of everyone.
"This is Ye Bai's work." There is a red seal on the painting.
It is clearly an authentic work by Ye Bai.
Chen Xiang was astonished. The box he had carried all the way for the boss was actually filled with Ye Bai's works.
No, how could the boss have Ye Bai's paintings?
A question just flashed through my mind.
Old Bai then offered his explanation.
He stared at the painting in front of him, praising it repeatedly.
This is a painting featuring crabapple blossoms and a woman in ancient costume.
The spring rain had just passed, and glistening water droplets glistened on the crabapple petals. A woman stood amidst the sea of crabapple blossoms, her clothes fluttering gracefully, her beauty unparalleled, her expression radiating calm and composure.
The whole painting exudes a sense of tranquility that is pleasing to the eye.
"I never expected your portrait paintings to be so lifelike."
Everyone focused on the word "you" that Old Tang had mentioned.
Was Ye Bai there?
Who is it?
The four people, Gu Lao, Qin Lao, Su Peishan, and Chen Xiang, glanced at each other.
Everyone is curious about who Ye Bai is.
Old Tang sighed for a moment, then looked at Bai Qianmo with a smile in his eyes.
"Qianmo, I love this painting. I wonder if it has an owner?"
"Qianmo?"
"Is Qianmo the same as Yebai?"
Apart from Elder Tang and Elder Bai, who remained calm and composed, everyone else present showed expressions of astonishment and disbelief.
Even the usually calm and composed Old Master Gu was so shocked that he almost dropped his jaw.
"How is this possible? How could Ye Bai be Qian Mo?"
In his memory, Ye Bai should be an elderly man over sixty years old with graying temples.
How could it be a young girl who has just turned twenty?
"Tang Wanli, don't even think about taking this painting." Old Bai stepped forward.
"Old Bai, don't be so stingy. I'm not getting something for free."
Old Bai walked to the table, bent down, rolled up the painting on the table again, and put it back in the box.
He glared fiercely at Old Tang.
"You keep giving me this crap. Haven't you taken enough freebies already?"
Bai Qianmo agreed with her grandfather's words; Tang Lao's specialty was getting things for free.
Old Tang waved his hand, making a magnanimous gesture as if he didn't want to argue with you.
"It's time, Qianmo. I'll have these paintings sent down. The exhibition will start promptly at 8:30."
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