Double the dowry?Backhand married a passerby heroine

Chapter 82 The Alien Syndrome

"You don't like it."

Ma Zhenshan muttered something in his mouth, but he still moved to the side and moved out of his position.

Chu Shijin became more and more frightened as he watched.

He basically has no other hobbies, but he has a soft spot for calligraphy and painting.

From the paper material and age, the depth of pen and ink dipping into the paper, the painter and the font signature seal and other aspects.

The painting in front of me, above the ninth floor, is Tang Yin's original work.

Although Chu Shijin is not a professional appraiser, he has studied countless calligraphy and paintings in the National Museum, so he can naturally distinguish the authenticity of the painting in front of him.

As for why he thinks there are nine floors instead of ten floors, because this painting has long been lost abroad and is stored in the British Museum.

But what he can confirm is that the picture of Chang'e holding a laurel in front of him is definitely not a fake.

He couldn't help but wonder, did Tang Bohu create two identical paintings?

If this is not the case, then how to explain the painting in front of me which is also authentic.

"Old Chu, you are an expert in calligraphy and painting, tell me, is it true?"

Ma Zhenshan also likes calligraphy and painting, to be precise, he likes antiques.

So the first time he saw Tang Yin's Chang'e Holding the Osmanthus Picture, he was deeply attracted and his eyes lit up.

"The ink rhyme is clear, with clear layers, thick but not muddy, light but not gray, it seems to be authentic, but..."

"But what? Oh, you can't finish it all at once!" Ma Zhenshan complained.

Chu Shijin said with complicated eyes: "If there are no two identical paintings in the world, then this Tang Yin's picture of Chang'e holding osmanthus should be lying in the British Museum now."

Ma Zhenshan couldn't close his mouth in surprise, turned his head to Jiang Hao, and said:

"You can do it, kid. This British Museum is your back garden. I want to buy two more at some time. We can easily discuss the price."

"..."

Jiang Hao didn't expect that the system would bring him such a painting directly from abroad. If John Bull knew about it, it would cause an international dispute.

"Ahem!" He coughed twice, and said awkwardly: "Mr. Ma, you think highly of me, how can I get Tang Yin's authentic handwriting out of John Bull's hands?"

"Let me just say, how could you get Tang Yin's authentic handwriting. Old Chu, it seems that you really read it wrong."

After speaking, he turned around and stretched out his hand to roll up the painting again.

As soon as he stretched his hand halfway, he was slapped away by Chu Shijin.

"Hmph! This is something that Xiao Jiang gave me. If you dare to make a move, you will never come in my White Deer Villa in the future!"

Before Ma Zhenshan could react, he quickly put away the scroll, put it back into the box, and shouted at the door:
"Xiao Li, come in!"

Li Xiuqin, who had been guarding the door, immediately opened the door and walked in, saying respectfully:
"Mr. Chu, what are your orders?"

Chu Shijin handed the painting scroll to her, and explained: "Take it and put it in the No. [-] safe, and then notify the kitchen that the dishes can be served."

"Okay Mr. Chu, please wait."

The corner of Ma Zhenshan's mouth twitched violently.

He and Chu Shijin have been good friends for many years. Although he also likes this calligraphy and painting very much, he still can't do the thing of winning love with a knife.

With a smug smile on Chu Shijin's face, he teased his old friend provocatively.

"Let's go to the dining room and talk while we have something to say."

Jiang Hao walked out after him, and the second room on the right was the dining room he mentioned.

After the three of them were seated, Chu Shijin spoke again:

"Xiao Jiang, you gave me a painting. I can provide you with some help within my ability and without violating discipline. Tell me, what do you need my help for?"

As the so-called short-handedness in handling people, Chu Shi was very conscious about this.

Jiang Hao thought for a moment, and responded: "Mr. Chu, I really want you to do me a favor. My friend was kidnapped yesterday. I want Mr. Chu to think of a way. Get people back."

It has been 24 hours now, and Han Xinran has disappeared until now, and the police have not found strong evidence to lock down the suspect.

Chu Shijin's eyebrows instantly stood up.

Although it is not difficult to find someone, for him, it is just a matter of one sentence.

But what made him angry was that kidnapping still happened in Zhongjiang.

"Hmph, it's already a society governed by the rule of law. It's so lawless that things like kidnapping still happen."

"Wait for me, I'll make a call."

It took Chu Shi more than ten minutes to go in and leave and come back.

When he came back, the food was ready.

After eating a meal, Jiang Hao's stomach was already bulging.

"Xiao Jiang, the purpose of my coming to you this time, firstly, is to introduce you to Lao Chu. After all, you are both in Zhongjiang, so I can ask Lao Chu to take care of you in the future."

"The second thing is that I want to ask Lao Chu to take a look at his body."

"Looking for me to see a doctor?" Jiang Hao laughed.

When his eyes fell on Chu Shijin again, he looked at it for a few seconds.

Only then did he realize that there was indeed something wrong with Chu Shijin.

It stands to reason that older people will more or less deposit melanin on their faces, making their skin look dull.

But on Chu Shijin's face, although the skin is not as moist and bouncy as a young man in his 20s, it is very fair, with almost no melanin deposits visible.

There is no medical equipment here, and Jiang Hao can't use the method of Western medicine to conduct an examination.

But fortunately, before I came to Bailu Mountain Villa, the system compensated me for my master level of Chinese medicine, and I also had a set of silver needles.

"Maybe the system knew about the difficulties it was about to face, so it prepared everything in advance."

Chinese medicine emphasizes "look, hear, and ask". Jiang Hao has already used the so-called look just now.

"What's wrong with Mr. Chu?"

Chu Shijin's originally happy expression collapsed in an instant, and he said dejectedly, "The doctor said it was the alien syndrome."

Jiang Hao was a little dumbfounded. This professional term does exist in internal medicine.

The so-called alien syndrome refers to the fact that the human body is not controlled by the brain and makes some actions that are contrary to one's own wishes.

For this disease, only a few cases have appeared in the world so far.

Because of the lack of cases, research on treatment methods has been at a standstill.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, Chu Shijin made a movement that stunned Jiang Hao. He slapped himself hard, and a bright red palm print appeared on the left cheek.

Ma Zhenshan seemed to have been used to it for a long time, and he didn't show any abnormality.

"Oh, the old fellow is getting sick again!"

(End of this chapter)