Chapter 446: Satisfied

"Old Zheng lives in a really nice place." Sitting in the car, Lin Fan couldn't help but said with a smile as he looked at the surroundings.

He called Xiao Wang, and Xiao Wang directly drove a special car to pick him up.

What happened yesterday, after all, I still owe Lao Zheng a favor, and I still have to pay back what is due, there is no need to delay it for too long.

Besides, he is not a fool. He naturally knows that Lao Zheng loves his paintings so much that he can't put them down. This is a very simple thing.

Just one painting can make Lao Zheng happy. Thinking about it, it's a steady profit.

Xiao Wang smiled. He liked the environment here very much. If he hadn't been Zheng Lao's guard, he wouldn't have been able to enter here.

Not long after.

The destination has arrived.

Xiao Wang hurriedly got out of the car and opened the door for Lin Fan, "Master Lin, we are here, please get out of the car. Mr. Zheng is in a good mood when he hears that you are coming."

Lin Fan nodded, this old Zheng must be in a good mood, knowing that he came to draw a picture for him, could he not be happy.

"Old Lin." At this moment, Mr. Zheng was standing at the door, and when he saw Lin Fan, he couldn't help waving his hands.

Lin Fan also waved his hands, and then stepped forward, "I'm really grateful for what happened last night. If it wasn't for your help, the matter would not have been resolved so easily."

"Haha." Zheng Lao patted Lin Fan's shoulder with his thick palm, "Old Lin, what you said, we are all our own people now, just such a small matter, don't take it to heart all the time."

Lin Fan knew Lao Zheng's character, so he didn't say much afterwards. This kind of thing might be a bit tricky for Wu Yungang and the others, but it was indeed very simple for him.

The little things that belong to the little things are not a thing at all.

inside the house.

The arrival of Lin Fan made Mr. Zheng very happy, with a smile on his face all the time, and he didn't inform anyone about this matter. For Mr. Zheng, the current Master Lin belongs to him. Come here, I don't know what will happen in the end, and if I don't get the painting in the end, I will really lose a lot.

As the president of the Chinese Painting Association, he

Although he is the supreme leader, he is not majestic as the chairman, otherwise he would not be here now, and he didn't even get the painting.

Especially Tao Shigang and Layman Yueqiu, who were showing off so much that he almost couldn't stand it anymore.

Lin Fan looked at the situation inside the house. There were many Chinese paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls. From his eyes, at a glance, these paintings were probably made by masters, and they were worth a lot in the market, but for Mr. Zheng For such people, using money to describe these works of art seems tacky.

"Old Lin, come and take a look. These are my collections, and some paintings given by old friends. Now I can only look at the paintings and think about others. Hey, this person is sometimes very fragile." Old Zheng sighed.

Lin Fan nodded. Mr. Zheng's collection is astonishing and extraordinary. If a collector came to see this scene, he would be stunned.

One old and one young, the two were talking, and most of the conversations were about Chinese painting.

When this person reaches a certain age, he no longer thinks about other things, but pays more attention to cultivation.

"Oh, by the way, Old Lin, I have already asked Xiao Wang to contact the older generation of those people about what happened last night. You can reassure your friends that they will not be retaliated in the capital." Zheng Lao said.

Lin Fan thanked, "Thank you very much."

Mr. Zheng smiled and waved his hands, "I said no thanks, you have to start and finish things, especially this kind of thing, if it is not solved cleanly, it will be a hidden danger after all."

"That's true." Lin Fan nodded, agreeing with this statement.

All the way to the study.

Mr. Zheng's study room is old-fashioned and fragrant. After entering, one can feel a peaceful atmosphere. In this environment, one can calm down and create Chinese paintings.

Lin Fan came to the painting table, "Old Zheng, I'm going to make a fool of myself today."

Mr. Zheng smiled immediately, "Old Lin, you are not making a fool of yourself. It is not good to be too modest. Your paintings, not to mention imaginary, can be said to be the most accomplished in our Chinese Painting Association. Aren't you I know, those old guys at the dinner party yesterday praised your paintings very much, and they all wanted to ask for a copy, but I don’t have one, so how could they have it.”

Lin Fan shook his head with a smile. He didn't know what Old Zheng was thinking. He was so happy to come here this time, so he naturally knew that he would get the painting later.

But Lin Fan didn't say much, he really did him a big favor, and he should really thank him, since he valued his paintings, he should paint one.

At this moment, Lin Fan held the pen, paused for a moment, and was thinking about what to draw.

Standing there, Mr. Zheng didn't bother Lin Fan, preventing his words from disturbing Lin Fan's thoughts.

I do not know how long it has been.

Lin Fan put down the paintbrush in his hand, then took a deep breath, looked at the painting in front of him, and nodded with satisfaction, "Old Zheng, how about it?"

This time it took a long time to paint, but Lin Fan was a little surprised by Lao Zheng's method. The rice paper is a bit big, and the content of the painting is a bit too much. So, when this old Zheng knew that he was coming, I was afraid He had prepared the tools long ago, and deliberately made the rice paper bigger. Compared with the paintings he made for Layman Yueqiu and the others, it was at least twice the size.

"Okay, okay, okay..." Old Zheng shouted three times excitedly when he saw the painting.

Then I couldn't wait to stand in front of the painting, looking at it carefully, the more I looked at it, the more I liked it, as if I was in the scene, and I couldn't extricate myself.

"grandfather……."

Just then, a child's voice came from downstairs.

Looking at the painting in front of him, Mr. Zheng ignored the voice, as if he didn't hear it, he didn't take it to heart at all, and was completely addicted to it.

Hearing the voice, Lin Fan couldn't help reminding: "Old Zheng, someone is calling you."

"Ah?" Mr. Zheng came to his senses, and then he heard the grandson downstairs calling him again, and he smiled immediately: "My wife took the grandson for a walk, and it seems that he is back. This painting must be appreciated carefully. Not the time."

Afterwards, Mr. Zheng slowly arranged the painting. Since it was just created, the ink on it was not dry yet, so he couldn't put it away, so he put it there.

"Okay, Lao Lin, I am satisfied with this painting." Mr. Zheng has no more thoughts, what else can he say with this painting. "Old Lin, let's go down first."

"Good." |

downstairs.

It was the first time Lin Fan saw Lao Zheng's wife, a kind of peaceful old man. When she saw Lin Fan, she was obviously a little surprised, because it was the first time she saw her wife bring a young man back.

Old Zheng stepped forward, "Xiufang, this is Lao Lin, a new member of our association, but you can't underestimate him because he is young. Lao Lin is a great painter. He just drew a picture for me on it. Wait a minute." I’ll take you to see it, it’s sure to be an eye-opener.”

Facing Mr. Zheng's praise, Lin Fan felt a little embarrassed, but he could still bear it.

Because this is telling the truth, there is nothing wrong with it.

But when Lin Fan saw Lao Zheng's grandson, there was a slight difference.