Old man, you scared me to death. Do you sell this painting?Xiao Qiang stood up with his waist, reluctantly put down the magnifying glass in his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Of course, the boss offers a price?Mr. Zhang said with a smile.
Mr. Don’t tease me anymore. You don’t look like you are short of money. This painting can be passed on to the family.Xiao Qiang smiled and carefully put the painting away.
While collecting it, he gently caressed it, as if he was reluctant to cherish it.
She has read this painting many times, and Lao Diao taught her the identification skills from this painting, so she naturally knows the ways of this painting.
But now she has to pretend not to know each other, and pretend to say that she doesn't know whether it is true or not.
Why do you think it is true?The old man said.
I look real, but if you sell it to me, I will find someone to see it before I can decide. This thing is too expensive.Xiao Qiang said.
If I give it to you!The old man's words were amazing.
Xiao Qiang shook his head and smiled.
Don't joke, your son is still here!Xiao Qiang said with a smile.
It's really no joke, I'll give it to you.Mr. Zhang said.
Dad, stop making trouble. Hello, Ms. Xiao Qiang, I am Zhang Yunshu, An An’s brother.Secretary Zhang came over at this time and felt that his old man was really suffocating.
It would be not good to continue joking.Mr. Zhang was a little surprised that his son's performance was not at all his usual level.
An An?She is not...Ah...Hello uncle, I said you look kind-hearted. It turns out that it is An An's father. Oh, this bad girl is not playing with her, and she doesn't say anything in advance...
Xiao Qiang acted a little excited, but soon calmed down and took off his gloves to shake hands with Zhang Yunshu.
Thank you for what happened two days ago. This painting is originally yours!Zhang Yun said softly.
Mr. Zhang was a little surprised. When did his son learn to be pity Xiangxiyu?I don't want to be in trouble on weekdays.
mine?I... Xiao Qiang shook his head and said he couldn't believe it.
How could it be mine? This painting is not an ordinary thing, don't joke.I have never handled such a good thing before. If I were really the one I handled, I would have locked it in the safe.
Xiao Qiang said in disbelief.
The old man stood up with a smile and took out another painting. Xiao Qiang opened it and nodded immediately.
I know this, a fake, but I gave it to An An to play with my skills.How...Ah...Ah...Is it...
Xiao Qiang jumped up in shock, losing the steady and intellectuality he had just now. He was like a frightened little girl, shocked and excited, and could not speak. He grabbed Secretary Zhang's hand and shook it hard.
Secretary Zhang was so excited that tears were almost coming out when he saw her, and he was very happy and let her shake her.
No...No...I can't...I can't...I...I...Xiao Qiang let go of Secretary Zhang, picked up the two paintings and stroked them carefully.
Mr. Zhang understood that this little girl must have thought of that method.
Old man, I'm sorry, I'm rude.You are so noble, really... I don't know how to describe it... You... How could you send this painting back if you change it to someone else? What should I do...
Xiao Qiang looked at him at a loss and moved inexplicably.
Ms. Xiao, don’t be excited.Don’t say that you saved my sister, even if you don’t have this relationship, my father wouldn’t have done that.This is whoever belongs to whom.
Zhang Yunshu persuaded him warmly at this time, and the old man even glanced at his son again.This kid talks a little too much today.You are boasting.
Xiao Qiang quickly calmed down, then put the painting in a box, then opened the safe and put it in.
He invited the father and son to the office, then went downstairs to call An An and complained.
Zhang Anan then came up to sit with his father.
Mr. Zhang, I don’t know how to thank you.You are also An An’s family, my elders and brothers. I won’t say much extra words, I will arrange for lunch to enjoy.Otherwise I will hold your thigh and stop letting go...
Xiao Qiang said half-jokingly.
The old man looked at his son and said that the child would not eat outside easily.
Brother, do you want to leave?Zhang Anan asked.
It's okay today, I met your good friend again. A painting is important to my sister. I have to say thank you, I'll treat you.
Zhang Yunshu can speak, praises his sister very well, and also flatters Xiao Qiang.
Don't, Mr. Zhang promised that I'll come, and I'll cook myself.Everyone went to my house. I still had a few good things in my house. Please ask the old man to take a look...
Xiao Qiang said gently.
OK, this one is good.This is my hobby.The old man didn't let his son be polite either.
Is my son going to have a second spring?This girl is so good to give her a push.
Of course, the boss offers a price?Mr. Zhang said with a smile.
Mr. Don’t tease me anymore. You don’t look like you are short of money. This painting can be passed on to the family.Xiao Qiang smiled and carefully put the painting away.
While collecting it, he gently caressed it, as if he was reluctant to cherish it.
She has read this painting many times, and Lao Diao taught her the identification skills from this painting, so she naturally knows the ways of this painting.
But now she has to pretend not to know each other, and pretend to say that she doesn't know whether it is true or not.
Why do you think it is true?The old man said.
I look real, but if you sell it to me, I will find someone to see it before I can decide. This thing is too expensive.Xiao Qiang said.
If I give it to you!The old man's words were amazing.
Xiao Qiang shook his head and smiled.
Don't joke, your son is still here!Xiao Qiang said with a smile.
It's really no joke, I'll give it to you.Mr. Zhang said.
Dad, stop making trouble. Hello, Ms. Xiao Qiang, I am Zhang Yunshu, An An’s brother.Secretary Zhang came over at this time and felt that his old man was really suffocating.
It would be not good to continue joking.Mr. Zhang was a little surprised that his son's performance was not at all his usual level.
An An?She is not...Ah...Hello uncle, I said you look kind-hearted. It turns out that it is An An's father. Oh, this bad girl is not playing with her, and she doesn't say anything in advance...
Xiao Qiang acted a little excited, but soon calmed down and took off his gloves to shake hands with Zhang Yunshu.
Thank you for what happened two days ago. This painting is originally yours!Zhang Yun said softly.
Mr. Zhang was a little surprised. When did his son learn to be pity Xiangxiyu?I don't want to be in trouble on weekdays.
mine?I... Xiao Qiang shook his head and said he couldn't believe it.
How could it be mine? This painting is not an ordinary thing, don't joke.I have never handled such a good thing before. If I were really the one I handled, I would have locked it in the safe.
Xiao Qiang said in disbelief.
The old man stood up with a smile and took out another painting. Xiao Qiang opened it and nodded immediately.
I know this, a fake, but I gave it to An An to play with my skills.How...Ah...Ah...Is it...
Xiao Qiang jumped up in shock, losing the steady and intellectuality he had just now. He was like a frightened little girl, shocked and excited, and could not speak. He grabbed Secretary Zhang's hand and shook it hard.
Secretary Zhang was so excited that tears were almost coming out when he saw her, and he was very happy and let her shake her.
No...No...I can't...I can't...I...I...Xiao Qiang let go of Secretary Zhang, picked up the two paintings and stroked them carefully.
Mr. Zhang understood that this little girl must have thought of that method.
Old man, I'm sorry, I'm rude.You are so noble, really... I don't know how to describe it... You... How could you send this painting back if you change it to someone else? What should I do...
Xiao Qiang looked at him at a loss and moved inexplicably.
Ms. Xiao, don’t be excited.Don’t say that you saved my sister, even if you don’t have this relationship, my father wouldn’t have done that.This is whoever belongs to whom.
Zhang Yunshu persuaded him warmly at this time, and the old man even glanced at his son again.This kid talks a little too much today.You are boasting.
Xiao Qiang quickly calmed down, then put the painting in a box, then opened the safe and put it in.
He invited the father and son to the office, then went downstairs to call An An and complained.
Zhang Anan then came up to sit with his father.
Mr. Zhang, I don’t know how to thank you.You are also An An’s family, my elders and brothers. I won’t say much extra words, I will arrange for lunch to enjoy.Otherwise I will hold your thigh and stop letting go...
Xiao Qiang said half-jokingly.
The old man looked at his son and said that the child would not eat outside easily.
Brother, do you want to leave?Zhang Anan asked.
It's okay today, I met your good friend again. A painting is important to my sister. I have to say thank you, I'll treat you.
Zhang Yunshu can speak, praises his sister very well, and also flatters Xiao Qiang.
Don't, Mr. Zhang promised that I'll come, and I'll cook myself.Everyone went to my house. I still had a few good things in my house. Please ask the old man to take a look...
Xiao Qiang said gently.
OK, this one is good.This is my hobby.The old man didn't let his son be polite either.
Is my son going to have a second spring?This girl is so good to give her a push.
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