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Chapter 330, “Road Journey to Qinhuai and Wangjiang Suffering”

“80% of this painting is the master of Chumen, Chu Xinghe, Mr. Chu.”

What?

Chu Xinghe’s work?

The disciples of the Changquan Painting and Calligraphy Academy were shocked and surprised.

If this painting was really made by Chu Xinghe, its value would be different, at least it would be a million!

“Pouch”.

But the next moment.

Qiao Jie laughed in disdain;

“Mr. Chu’s work? This friend can really laugh.”

“Did you know that Chu Xinghe is a master of contemporary calligraphy and painting, and Mr. Chu is a native of the imperial capital. I bought this painting at a stall in Zhonghai.”

“Don’t you want to tell me that Chu Xinghe has nothing to do by himself, so he ran to buy his paintings at a low price, right?”.

“What’s more, if this is really Mr. Chu’s work, why is there no Chu Xinghe’s signature below?”.

I really don’t cry without seeing the coffin!

Fang Chen himself was 80% sure, this Qiao Jie even dared to jump out of sarcasm, obviously because he was unhappy and fell into trouble.

Fang Chen said lightly;

“Chu Xinghe has dealt with me several times. I also owned his collection of mountains for a period of time, the Moon on the Sea. That painting was also not signed…”.

The words came out.

The audience suddenly fell silent.

next moment.

There was a louder burst of laughter again.

“Hahahaha, damn it, Laozi laughed so hard.”

Qiaojie was about to laugh out of tears.

Bright moon on the sea!

Chu Xinghe’s collection of mountains.

How bold a person is, how dare to say it!

“Puff, hahahaha”.

“What did I hear, this kid dare to say that he has Chu Xinghe’s collection of mountains, a bright moon on the sea?”.

“Hahaha, the biggest joke of the 21st century is nothing more than this.”

“Boy, don’t blame me for looking down on you, do you know what level of existence Mr. Chu is?”.

“His collection of mountains has never been circulated outside at all, and even the Internet can not find any appreciation related to the bright moon map on the sea.”

“You actually threatened that Chu Xinghe’s sea moon map is in your hands?”.

The anger Qiao Jie had just received seemed to be vented out of his head.

After all, just now, I was refuted one after another. This will finally catch a chance, and it is his turn to mock.

idiot!

You said that any of Chu Xinghe’s works are in your hands, and others do not know the truth or not, they have credibility.

But you want to take your own humiliation, threatening that Chu Xinghe’s collection of mountains is in your hands…

It’s like hitting himself at the muzzle!

“Have you only heard that Chu Xinghe’s works have a picture of a bright moon over the sea? You have also dealt with him several times.”

“No way, I’m going to die of laughter”.

Na Wanyu and Qiao Jie all laughed together.

“Is it funny?”

Fang Chen glanced at them silently.

“Since you said that the moon on the sea is in your hands, you should always have taken a photo? Take it out and let us see.”

“Yeah, yeah, open our eyes to these old hats. We haven’t seen Mr. Chu’s final work, the moon on the sea.”

Qiao Jie smiled all over his face. From Fang Chen’s point of view, the smile seemed a bit hypocritical.

“I’m sorry, there are no photos, the painting was burned, and I can’t let you taste it.”

Fang Chen shrugged and said indifferently.

The disciples at the Changquan Painting and Calligraphy Academy over there laughed even more happily when these words came out.

Damn, it burned?

What a family! There are people who will burn Chu Xinghe’s sea moon map!

This kid is simply getting more and more ridiculous!

Fang Chen’s face was speechless, which was indeed the case.

At the time when the Yu Family Council was over, Ye Chendong, the second person, could not help but snatched Fang Chen’s sea moon map, and firmly insisted that what Fang Chen took out was a fake.

Finally, Chu Xinghe, who had a far-reaching layout, helped Fang Chen slap him in the face.

“Well, I’ll just make a phone call and check with him…”.

Fang Chen asked for Fang Jiuran’s cell phone directly, and dialed Chu Xinghe’s number according to the number written on Chu Xinghe’s name card.

For a long while.

The call is connected.

“Hey?”.

“Old fox, I am Fang Chen.”

Fang Chen talked to Mr. Chu, but he was not respectful or restrained at all.

Turn on the hands-free.

“Ask you a question, have you painted a picture of late winter high tides along the Qinhuai River, with old farmers looking at the river and melancholy eyes”.

Chu Xinghe was taken aback.

After a while, Chu Xinghe said in surprise;

“That is my painting. It is indeed my painting. It was a work I originally intended to give to an old friend, but that afternoon because of the death of Xiao Ling’er’s mother…”.

“I didn’t have time to finish the stamp and engraving. Later, after we took care of the things and got home, this painting was stolen…”.

“At that time, I was always immersed in grief, so I didn’t spare any time and effort to find the whereabouts of this painting…”.

“What? Did you see my “Road Tour Qinhuai Wangjiang Suffering”?”.

Chu Xinghe’s mouth was dazzling, and Fang Chen’s brains were buzzing with his excited voice.

When the speaker was turned on, Chu Xinghe’s voice came out, and the disciples of the Changquan City Painting and Calligraphy Academy over there suddenly fell silent.

Fang Chen really cracked this face.

“I saw it, and this painting was used as a tablecloth for a table in a kid at a Changquan Calligraphy and Painting Academy…”.

Well.

Chu Xinghe drew a sigh of relief over there.

“hiss!”.

He had never imagined that he was a master of calligraphy and painting at any rate, and he would encounter such a miserable scene where no one knew his work without leaving a name.

Next, Chu Xinghe’s voice over there was a bit solemn;

“Little friend Fang Chen, trouble you, please help me bring this painting back. No matter how much you pay, you must bring back this painting “Road Journey to Qinhuai and Looking at the River”.

Fang Chen didn’t bother to ask Chu Xinghe why.

“Hmm”, he hung up the phone directly.

I scanned the disciples of the Changquan Painting and Calligraphy Academy in the field.

quiet!

Deathly silence.

Fang Chen could clearly feel the leading elegant man, and Qiao Jie’s breathing was a little uncomfortable.

“No, no, it’s impossible.”

“How could you know Mr. Chu?”.

Wanyu’s face was full of shock, and her coquettish temperament made her unable to believe it.

One leaned on a cane and followed the usual little white face beside Fang Zonghe and Xuanyuan War God.

Actually know a big person like Chu Xinghe.

That is one of the eight masters of Chumen…

“I don’t believe it, you lie!”.

“It must not be Mr. Chu who spoke with you just now.”

Qiao Jie also gave a dry smile and forced a smile;

“Hehe, my friend, the acting is pretty good, but do you think I will believe it…”.

PS; Fanwai has published the first chapter, if you don’t understand it, you can go to “The Spirit King of the Tongtian List” and “The Rise of the Abandoned City” to read it. Huang Bufan will appear in the third chapter outside Tiancang Ling, you guys. Wait and see