Chapter 516 This Is Really Just Art

Lin Chen walked over curiously and picked up the painting on the ground.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Luo Xin raised her head and looked at him in disbelief: "You don't think there's anything wrong?"

Lin Chen shook his head.

In his eyes, this is really a normal painting.

"Be careful not to damage it. This is an authentic work." Lin Chen said.

Luo Xin's face was filled with questions: "Don't you think this is shameful?"

Lin Chen glanced at her inexplicably: "What's there to be ashamed of? This is art."

“By depicting the beauty of the human body while carefully placing it within the harmonious natural landscape, this painting marked a revolution in artistic conception.”

Luo Xin was confused when she heard this.

She doesn’t know how to draw, so why are you telling her this?

"I don't know what is art or not. I only know that this painting must not be hung up!" Luo Xin said with her hands on her hips.

"Why?" Lin Chen asked, "I think this is pretty good. Didn't you just find a good location for it?"

"Oh no, no, no, just no!" Luo Xin said, then she snatched the painting from Lin Chen's hand, rolled it up little by little, and carefully

"It's okay to collect it, but it's definitely not okay to hang it up! You're not allowed to peek either!"

Lin Chen couldn't laugh or cry.

"good."

After a pause, he added: "How about I also draw a picture of Luo Xin sleeping?"

Luo Xin's face turned red.

"Hmph! Rogue, pervert!"

"I want to hide this painting, you can't peek!"

Lin Chen looked helpless: "Okay, okay! Don't peek!"

Afterwards, Luo Xin went upstairs with the painting.

She went to the next room and walked around holding the painting.

Where should I hide it?

Hidden in...

Luo Xin's eyes lit up and she hid the painting behind the bedside chair.

Finally, she looked at her masterpiece and clapped her hands with satisfaction.

Yes, yes, she is such a clever little girl!

How could Lin Chen find this place?

After checking twice more carefully, Luo Xin went downstairs.

"Where are you hiding?" Lin Chen asked with a smile.

"Hiding..." Luo Xin suddenly paused, "Hey, I didn't tell you!"

Lin Chen shook his head helplessly.

What a pity for that good painting.

In his eyes, this is really just a piece of art, and he has absolutely no other ideas.

But since Luo Xin didn't like it, he didn't say anything.

At this time, his cell phone rang again.

"Who?" Luo Xin asked.

She didn't understand why someone kept calling Lin Chen every day?

Lin Chen picked up the phone and took a look: "It's Senior Zhao."

"He?" Luo Xin said, then put her hands on her chin: "Did the father and son call you repeatedly on this phone?"

Probably because of what happened yesterday.

However, Lin Chen is really interesting.

Although she didn't understand things in the business world, she could still see that the Zhao family had benefited greatly yesterday.

Of course this is all because of Lin Chen.

Lin Chen didn't say anything and directly pressed the answer button.

Zhao Yuanhang's voice soon came from the other end of the phone.

"Lin Chen? Are you free today?"

Lin Chen smiled and said, "I'm free. What's wrong? Are you sober?"

He remembered that Zhao Yuanhang drank a lot last night and got high.

I didn't expect to wake up so early today.

Zhao Yuanhang also smiled: "There is still business, how can we not get up early?"

"What's the business?" Lin Chen asked.

"I just remembered that I still missed a housewarming gift from you. My dad found out about this when I went back last night. He scolded me bloody and asked me to come over today to make up for it."

Lin Chen heard the sound and laughed and said: "Hey, I thought it was something. There is no need for this housewarming ceremony. If you want to come, just come and have fun."

Hearing this, Luo Xin suddenly became alert.

Is that idiot Zhao Yuanhang still coming?

She suddenly remembered that when they were in the restaurant, the two of them were holding hands...

Is this guy coming to snatch Lin Chen from her again?

Luo Xin looked at the ceiling speechlessly.

She now doubts whether Zhao Yuanhang is a crook.

It's all because Lin Chen is so handsome, now everyone looks like a love rival to her.

At this time, Zhao Yuanhang said again: "Hey, what you said is wrong. I'm going over now. Wait for me."

After saying that, Zhao Yuanhang hung up the phone before Lin Chen responded.

Lin Chen held the phone and couldn't laugh or cry.

That’s all, let him deliver it.

Soon, Zhao Yuanhang also came over, holding a gift box in his hand.

Lin Chen was also quite helpless.

He really didn't care about this gift or anything.

Zhao Yuanhang also smiled and said: "Look at me, I came here empty-handed yesterday, and I forgot the housewarming gift. I came here specially to make up for it today."

Lin Chen said: "Senior Zhao, you're welcome."

Hearing this, Zhao Yuanhang quickly stopped him: "Don't call me Senior Zhao anymore. I can't bear the word 'Senior' now. You'd better call me by my name, otherwise I'll panic."

Lin Chen couldn't laugh or cry for a while: "Okay."

At this time, Luo Xin came up, pointed at the gift box in Zhao Yuanhang's hand and asked, "What is this?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yuanhang immediately opened the gift box in his hand: "You'll know just by looking at it."

Luo Xin looked intently.

"What is this, ink pad and paper?"

"And this black thing, what is it?"

Lin Chen frowned slightly: "This is... Longquan ink pad, Li Yangui ink, Dongba paper?"

Luo Xin was confused after hearing this. She looked at Zhao Yuanhang and then at Lin Chen.

How come this ink pad and paper have so many theories?

And those jet-black lumps, are they ink?

Well she's a bastard, she doesn't understand.

Lin Chen smiled: "Your hand is really big enough."

"Haha, I can't think of anything to give. It just so happened that my dad got these things recently. I also thought that you have good calligraphy and are a master of Chinese painting and oil painting. I thought you might like it." Zhao Yuanhang said.

"I'm determined."

These things are indeed the dreams of many calligraphy and painting lovers, but he doesn't feel anything about them.

At this time, Luo Xin came over again: "Can anyone give me some popular science?"

Lin Chen said calmly: "This is Longquan ink clay. It has a history of more than three hundred years. It is well-known in the world of calligraphy and painting and is sought after by many literati."

"The manufacturing process is extremely complicated. If you use this ink pad to stamp calligraphy and painting works, even if you soak it in water for three days and three nights, the color will not fade. It is also a provincial intangible cultural heritage of our country."

At this point, Luo Xin's little mouth had opened into an "O" shape.

"Is an ink pad so awesome? What about paper and ink?"

Lin Chen added: "The paper is Dongba paper, which is insect-proof and ant-proof, and will not decay for thousands of years. The highest price of this paper is 20,000 yuan. How can such a stack cost nearly a million?"

"The ink is Li Yangui's ink, which is known as the best ink in the world and has a history of thousands of years. It is said that one pound of pine smoke ink, three ounces of pearl powder, one ounce of jade borneol, plus musk, rhinoceros horn and other precious items can be used to make it. Such a small piece of ink."