u go.”
Han Xuan was a little confused. The signature was not good-looking. He admitted this and wondered whether he was born with a talent for calligraphy.
Turn your attention to Mr. Li Zhaoji who just spoke. He is a well-known real estate king in Hong Kong. People respectfully call him “Fourth Uncle”. His wealth ranks among the top ten in Hong Kong.
“Look carefully.”
Li Zhaoji said seriously. He picked up the calligraphy while speaking. People really thought he was going to start commenting. Unexpectedly, this nearly 60-year-old old man suddenly turned around and handed the calligraphy to his family descendants. He even shouted anxiously: “Run! Put it in my car and keep an eye on it. Don’t give it to anyone who asks for it!”
His jaw dropped to the floor.
People in the living room didn’t know what to say. They watched Li Zhaoji’s junior trotting away the words Han Xuan had just written. The
only one who dared to say delivering a coffin was older than him. The elder Shao Liushu can do it.
The old man stared at Li Zhaoji with burning eyes, but Li Zhaoji pretended not to see or hear anything, and made it clear that he was unwilling to give.
Han Xuan recalled that an oil painting by Jack Ma in later generations could be sold for more than 40 million Hong Kong dollars, and maybe he could do the same in the future.
I secretly sighed in my heart that Mr. Li really has the brains to expand his business to such a big scale. It really makes sense.
Although Mr. Jao Zongyi just cried about being poor, in fact, he is not poor at all.
Because he is still alive, the price of his works is not high, but there is no shortage of people with tens or even hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars to come to him for calligraphy and painting.
The old gentleman shook his head and said nothing more.
The calligraphy on the picture just now was a coincidence. No one can be embarrassed now and ask Han Xuan to write another one for his collection. After all, he is a junior who is very different in age from them.
Li Zhaoji was very thick-skinned and pretended that what just happened had never happened. At this moment, he said again: “Mr. Yao, it’s your turn to write. You agreed to give my grandson a name. You will never deliberately retaliate and make him lose face in the future. Let’s go out and meet people?”
After saying this, even if Jao Zongyi had this idea just now, he had to give it up now.
He jokingly said that the world is declining and people’s hearts are not as old as they used to be. He took the brush from Han Xuan’s hand, stood there and thought about it carefully for a while, and before writing, he casually asked: “Isn’t it true that your grandson’s surname is Li?
” Zhao Ji was stunned and almost jumped up with anger. If his grandson’s surname was not Li, what would he be called?
Knowing that the old man was retaliating, he couldn’t open his mouth to defend himself. If he spoke out, he would be laughed at by the people around him, so he nodded angrily.
Han Xuan stood in the crowd and watched, a