Chapter 104
When Mo Ben saw Jin Chaochao was about to leave, he raised his hand and asked the bodyguard to block her way.
Jin Chaochao turned back calmly and glanced at Mo Ben with cold eyes, "What's wrong? Is there anything else?"
Mo Ben stood up and said, "You are indeed a special woman. I am very unhappy about this meeting. Miss Jin, you probably don't know my temper yet."
Jin Chaochao narrowed her eyes and smiled, fearless, "Mr. Mo, no matter how bad your temper is, you have to follow my rules."
He looked at her and smiled calmly, his eyes neither humble nor arrogant.
Mo Ben never thought that he would be so cowardly in front of a little oriental woman.
He dug out a notebook from his bag and handed it to Jin Chaochao, "Write down what you just said. I have a bad memory and can't remember it."
His action stunned the Mo family bodyguards standing next to him.
The Mo family has always been proud. Even Mo Ben, an illegitimate child, has never shown weakness to outsiders.
Jin Chaochao originally thought that he would go against him like Mo Xinan did, but who knew he would be so cowardly.
But he did the right thing.
As a human being, you should be cowardly when you need to be cowardly, and not keep banging your head against a wall.
Otherwise, you won’t even know how you died.
Jin Chaochao took the notebook and pen, wrote down how to do good deeds and accumulate virtue, and then marked the most straightforward translation for him.
She hoped that Mo Ben would remember her words and do them sincerely.
Of course, it is very difficult to make a person change his nature.
Anyone who wants to change has to go through some pain and struggle.
What she taught Mo Ben was just to point him in the direction.
If he wants to change his destiny, he has to move forward step by step.
Jin Chaochao's handwriting is smooth and flowing. Even if she just writes a few words in a notebook, she has the style of a great calligrapher.
Mo Ben held the notebook in both hands and looked at the handwriting on the book. For a moment, he couldn't believe that these were the words written by the little girl in front of him.
The writing is truly vigorous, full of passion and graceful like a swimming dragon.
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The next day, Jin Chaochao and Fu Tingyuan attended the Chinese painting appreciation exhibition together.
The people invited to this exhibition are all very famous bosses and well-known painting masters from home and abroad.
It was a huge exhibition, with people coming and going, everyone greeting each other, it was very lively.
The top ten wealthy families: Zhang, Li, Liu, Song, Fu, Guan, Gu, Lu, Bai, and Sun all had people coming.
There are also many wealthy elders among them.
The car stopped at the entrance of the banquet hall.
Fu Tingyuan got out of the car first, then opened the door for Jin Chaochao and extended his hand towards the car like a gentleman.
Seeing how considerate he was, Jin Chaochao raised her hand, placed her slender fingers on his palm, then bent down and got out of the car.
Today, Jin Chaochao wore a long cheongsam, the color of which was dignified and elegant. Her temperament was already outstanding, and she attended the event with Fu Tingyuan.
As soon as she appeared, she immediately attracted many people's attention.
Fu Tingyuan enjoyed everyone's gazes.
Look, look!
Let everyone know that Jin Chaochao is Mrs. Fu, so that no one will offend her in the future.
"Mr. Fu is here!" Li Huailang is the head of the Li family. He is forty years old this year and has just inherited the family business.
He and Fu Tingyuan have never gotten along, so the moment he saw Jin Chaochao, a hint of frivolity appeared in his eyes.
Fu Tingyuan held Jin Chaochao's hand tightly and stepped forward to block Li Huailang's gaze. "Mr. Li, why didn't you bring your wife here today?"
Li Huailang, who was originally smiling happily, suddenly changed his expression, but soon smiled maliciously again, "My wife has an appointment with friends to play mahjong today, so she won't come."
Fu Tingyuan saw Li Huailang looking at Jin Chaochao again, and the corners of his mouth curved up, "I heard a piece of gossip recently, and I don't know if it's true or not. It seems that someone's husband beat his wife, and now the wife has returned to her parents' home and is asking for a divorce. Who exactly is it, my brain... I can't remember for a moment."
Li Huailang was frowning. Don’t think he didn’t know that Fu Tingyuan, the black-bellied old fox, was deliberately warning him.
Don't air your dirty laundry in public.
Although he thought Jin Chaochao was very beautiful, he didn't dare to look at her any more.
He turned around and walked away dejectedly.
Jin Chaochao frowned as she watched Li Huailang walk away...
Enter the exhibition.
What meets the eye are beautiful paintings, including several antique paintings, including authentic works by great painters such as Tang Bohu and Qi Baishi.
As Fu Tingyuan walked, he greeted the acquaintances he met and introduced Jin Chaochao's identity to everyone.
Everyone present greeted each other politely and the atmosphere was harmonious and joyful.
Suddenly, there was a quarrel ahead.
"I think this painting is the most outstanding. Although I don't know who the painter is, his brushstrokes have their own style." An old man argued with a red face.
Another old man pointed at another painting and said, "I think the artist of this painting of a thousand mountains has a deeper skill. With just a few strokes, he has sketched out a thousand miles of mountains and rivers. The artistic conception is direct and refreshing."
Everyone gathered around to see the painting in which the two old men were arguing.
One painting shows the nearby landscape, the other a picture of thousands of mountains from an aerial perspective.
The artistic conception they display has its own merits.
Just as the two old men were arguing, another old man with white hair and beard walked out.
"Okay, stop arguing. These two paintings are from the same hand." Mr. Wang Tianyi is the most respected painter in the country.
One of his paintings can be sold for up to 30 million.
His works are also magnificent, especially his painting of Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix, which is considered to be the best in the world.
His works are borrowed for every art exhibition.
At this time, Xue Mingming, the person in charge of this exhibition, came out.
"Mr. Wang is right. These two paintings were created by the same person. We don't know who the artist is. But you can look at the lower right corner of the painting. There is a very small black dot there."
It was a very small word, and no one could see what it was with the naked eye.
Xue Mingming took out a magnifying glass and pointed it at a black dot in the lower right corner.
Only then could everyone clearly see the word "锦" written in vigorous strokes.
Everyone stared at the magnifying glass and exclaimed, "Oh my god, such small words, when you magnify them, you can actually see the strokes clearly."
Xue Mingming explained, "There is more to these two paintings than this. Please follow me."
He pointed to a wild flower in the painting and shone it through a magnifying glass, and everyone exclaimed in surprise again.
"My God, such a small wild flower, but under the magnifying glass I can actually see the veins of the flower and leaves clearly."
Xue Mingming proudly introduced, "These two paintings have been shown in exhibitions all over the world, but no one knows who the artist is."
"Could it be a work left behind by a great painter from ancient times?" someone asked.
Xue Mingming shook his head. "We have invited professionals to study the styles of these two paintings. They do not belong to any era. Instead, they are more like modern works. Of course, the origins of these two paintings are also mysterious. So far, we have no clue."
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