The god-level son-in-law of the female president

"That's what you said!"

Zhang Mingde returned to the study room, took out a framed calligraphy and painting after a while, and said triumphantly: "This landscape painting was bought from a farmer's house when I went to the countryside to be an educated youth. It is now worth more than one yuan in the market. [-] million, no one else can buy it if they want to!"

"If you can tell the way of this landscape painting, then you can prove that you are really capable, otherwise you are deliberately lying to me! The consequences, hehe, you can figure it out!"

Zhang Mingde is extremely confident in his heart. He regards this calligraphy and painting as a treasure, and has only shown it to a few good friends. Ye Huan will definitely not be able to answer it.

Sure enough, Ye Huan frowned, as if he was thinking carefully, and did not speak immediately.

This made Zhang Mingde even more elated, and felt that all the previous bad breath had been vomited out.

He waved his hand and said, "Okay, Xiaoye, don't worry about it, let me explain the source of this calligraphy and painting to you!"

At this moment, Ye Huan sighed in admiration and interrupted him: "Old man, this calligraphy and painting of yours is a treasure. It should be a work from the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, and it was written by a great master, Bada Shanren."

Zhang Mingde was taken aback when he heard the words, and almost cursed out loud, Ye Huan actually recognized this shit?Isn't this slapping too fast?

"Okay, then you can continue." Zhang Mingde hesitated for a while, with an unnatural expression on his face.

Ye Huan nodded: "Speaking of this, Bada Shanren is also a legendary figure. His real name is Zhu Tongtuo, and his character is Xue. He is the ninth grandson of Zhu Quan, the No. 17 son of Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang. He was supposed to enjoy the glory and wealth. He has just come of age, yet Daming is dead."

"Under the pursuit of the Qing Dynasty, he could only take refuge in a hurry, shaved his hair and became a monk, then converted to Taoism, studied calligraphy and painting, and became famous for his freehand brushwork in ink and wash. This work of yours should be his masterpiece "The Picture of Mandarin Ducks on Bamboo and Stone"!"

"The creation technique of this painting is mature and harmonious, and the structure is rigorous and ingenious. When composing the picture, it adopts the posture of leaning diagonally, with the sky on the top and the slope on the bottom. The path is winding and the mountain is gradually rising. Two mandarin ducks are playing on the rock. On top of each other, they complement each other, creating a unique artistic conception.”

Ye Huan calmed down, quoted the scriptures, analyzed them logically, and even dug out details that Zhang Mingde hadn't noticed before.

Hearing this, Zhang Mingde's face involuntarily froze slowly.

This, this shit, it's real or fake!

Ye Huan is too evil! ?

With such a terrifying appraisal level, he even believed that Ye Huan was an old monster!

After being dazed for a while, Zhang Mingde said in disbelief: "Ye Huan, where did you learn your antique knowledge? You can become an expert!"

Ye Huan said modestly: "Fortunately, I'm self-taught, and I'm far behind the old man."

Zhang Mingde almost vomited blood when he heard the words: "Come on, don't say that. When it comes to appraising antiques, I really can't compare with you. This time I was wrong."

Now, Zhang Mingde only felt the burning pain in his face, wishing he could find a hole in the ground and get in there.

He wants to test Ye Huan's identification level, it is completely humiliating himself.

Fortunately, he had the appearance of pointing out the country before, and said that Ye Huan didn't understand antiques, and he had to learn more to be considered a successful person.

If it is true that heroes are judged by antiques, then Ye Huan can be regarded as the most successful person in the world!

A person in a suit snickered and said, "Old man, I forgot to tell you, Young Master Ye is the chief appraiser of our Gu Yuzhai, so there is nothing to say about the level of appraisal."

When Zhang Mingde heard this, he felt his head buzzing, and he was speechless for a while.

This little guy is hiding something!

Gu Yuzhai monopolizes half of the antiques in Hangzhou, with a market value of tens of billions.

If you count the antiques stored in the warehouse, the total assets may exceed hundreds of billions.

For Ye Huan to be the chief appraiser of Gu Yuzhai, he is definitely a master appraiser with extraordinary means.

He, an amateur, clamored with Ye Huan, it was like playing big swords in front of Guan Gong, it was not enough to watch.

Zhang Chusheng and Liang Ni looked at each other, their eyes full of shock.

They also did not expect that Ye Huan had such a background!

The two secretly made up their minds to find out about Ye Huan's background.

When did such outstanding young people appear in Hangzhou?Never heard of it before!

If they knew Ye Huan's identity, the two of them would feel more at ease.

Zhang Mingde also came back to his senses at this time, and said helplessly: "You boy, it turns out that you intend to embarrass me."

"Forget it, this time I admit it. I am indeed not as good as you, but you have given me so many top-quality antiques, and I have to give you a gift in return."

Zhang Mingde took out an object from his arms: "I'm giving this to you, don't underestimate it, this is an object handed down from my ancestors, I heard that there are earth-shattering secrets hidden in it."

"But it has been passed down for so many years. No one in my ancestors can comprehend the mystery in this thing. I guess it's not very good, so I will give it to you as a souvenir."

Ye Huan took a closer look. It was a slender token that looked like a key. It was simple in shape and special in texture. The internal force resonated!

Although he didn't know what the purpose of this key was, Ye Huan had a vague feeling that this key was extremely extraordinary, and if he kept it by his side, he might actually meet some chance.

Zhang Chusheng said in shock: "Dad, don't you value this object very much? I secretly took it out to play with when I was a child, and you hung me up and beat me all night."

Zhang Mingde glared at him: "Who told you to be so unruly? This is a family heirloom. I think Xiaoye gave it to him because of fate. He is a person who understands antiques. What about you? You don't understand anything. Why would I give it to you?"

Zhang Chusheng's face was reddish, and he coughed twice, signaling Zhang Mingde to calm down a bit. After all, his future son-in-law will be present, so he must save some face.

Seeing this scene, Ye Huan couldn't laugh or cry, but he also liked this token very much.

Moreover, it can resonate with his inner strength, which is impressive at first glance. Coming here this time, it is a big deal!

Ye Huan put the token away, and bowed to Zhang Mingde: "Thank you, old man, for your kindness, then I will accept it."

Zhang Mingde patted him on the shoulder, and said seriously: "It's nothing, the main thing is Xiaoye, I'll leave my granddaughter to you, you have to treat her well."

Ye Huan nodded heavily: "Don't worry, old man, I will definitely."

Zhang Mingde nodded in satisfaction, chatted with Ye Huan for a while, and soon got tired, so he didn't leave Zhang Chusheng's family with Ye Huan for dinner.

After Ye Huan and the others bid farewell, they left the yard. When they reached the gate, Ye Huan asked, "Uncle and aunt, are you going home?"

Zhang Chusheng thought for a while, and said: "Why don't you go to the place where Ziyan lives to have a look first, if you don't go there, the child and I are not very relieved."