Chapter 47 (1/2)

”Dad, why are you crying?” At this time, Chen Laomo's daughter wondered.

Her voice is very light, but at the moment, Huang Lao has just finished his creation, so there is no sound at all.

Therefore, even if her voice was very small, it was heard by everyone.

Many people looked at Chen Laomo and his daughter. Sure enough, Chen Laomo actually shed some tears.

Chen Laomo was silent. ”Seeing the painting, he thought of something, so he couldn't help crying.”

He was also touched

It's not just him. Everyone here is a little older. Anyone who has a daughter either cries or his eyes are red.

Jiang Ruhai is probably the one who feels the deepest and tears the most.

Men really seldom cry, but at the moment, many men unconsciously cry.

I can't help it. I really can't help it.

We are all old and our daughters have grown up. The little girl we used to hold in our hands has become bigger now.

And one day, we handed that hand to another man with our own hands. He is his son-in-law

”Divine work, it's really divine work!” Among the four elders, there is the last Huang Lao, who has not been framed.

However, he felt that the painting, even without his hand, was already a priceless treasure.

”Li Lao, your finishing work is really perfect.” The three elders all looked at Li.

Even the three of them have to admit that this old Li is the strongest of the four.

Old Li bowed his hands and said modestly, ”three old friends, don't hold me so high. There are specialties in the art industry. I'm better than you, but others can't compare with you. ”

”Well, Lao Huang, mount this picture!”

Huang nodded and immediately took out his own mounting tools from the toolbox he had brought with him.

Then he began to frame the picture.

Twenty minutes later, the picture was mounted.

And the complete painting is created!!!

At this moment, even those who don't understand painting know how precious this painting will be.

100 million? 200 million?

No, no, no... how can such paintings be measured by money?

That's priceless, priceless!!

”Well, Mr. Jiang. We're finished. After the creation, even we were shocked. You should collect this painting well and not sell it at a low price. ” At this time, Zhang's ”father and daughter” paintings were returned to Jiang Ruhai.

Jiang Ruhai holds it and feels that it is the most precious thing in the world.

His eyes were red and he nodded, ”don't worry. No matter who pays the highest price for this painting. I won't sell it. I'll keep this painting forever. Even when I grow old and leave this world, I will pass it on as an heirloom! ”

Jiang Ruhai said so and thought so. He thought, after waiting, pass it to Jiang Xue and he Jinyin. At that time, he also told them not to sell, but to pass it on to their sons or daughters.

”Uh huh... Well, the creation is over. Our four old men are leaving, too. ” At this time, the four old men said.

”Four old, don't you stay for dinner or something?” The river trembled like the sea.

”No, No. We have a charity in Jiangnan City. I'm leaving soon. ” The fourth old man shook his head.

When they were leaving, the reporters wanted to go up and ask four old questions.

However, at the moment, Liu Min stared at the reporters and warned: ”don't interfere with the four elders!”

As soon as these words came out, all the reporters stopped at once.

Zhang, one of the four elders, was more approachable and said with a smile, ”it doesn't hurt. You can ask us some questions. Of course, some questions may be inconvenient for us to answer. And if it is convenient to answer your questions, we will answer you. ”

As soon as Mr. Zhang said this, the reporters were very happy.

Among them, a beautiful female reporter asked excitedly, ”four old men, I'm Zhang Xin, a reporter from Ninghai news channel. I want to ask you, who invited you to Ninghai this time?”

When the fourth old man heard this, he thought of the boy and smiled knowingly.

And old Zhang said, ”it's a little friend of our four old men. At first, we knew each other in the capital. Before that, the four old men owed him a favor. This time, he asked someone to send it to us by special plane. Of course, what's the specific name. He told us in advance, and it's not convenient for us to disclose. ”

”Hum ~ ~ ~” all the reporters trembled in their minds and thought it was really an earthquake like news.

At the moment, a huge doubt appeared in their minds.

That's the young man who invited them to come. Who is he?

Why does he have such terrible energy?

He can pick up people by special plane?

He can let the fourth old man owe him a favor?

He can let the four elders put aside the charity temporarily, and then come here nonstop at his invitation to work together to create paintings?