Chapter 693 (2/2)

”If you say anything to belittle the owner of this painting, I will no longer be close to your Chu family after Zhang Mingyuan!”

”Ah...” hearing this, Chu urticant panicked directly.

She didn't expect that she just said a bad word about the owner of the painting. Zhang Shao said she wouldn't get close to their Chu family.

If Grandpa, who has always been attacking society, knows this, he will kill himself.

Chu nettle hurriedly said anxiously, ”Zhang Shao, I'm wrong! I can't talk. Don't worry about me. ”

”Chu nettle, remember to say bad things about the owner of the painting next time. I will spare you. He is now my biggest idol. I admire him, second only to my grandfather! ”

Zhang Mingyuan explained this sentence, then turned around and looked at Jiang Xue.

”How's it going, Miss Jiang. Now, after my explanation, I have a deeper understanding of the picture of Mirs spreading their wings? ”

Jiang Xue nodded casually.

She was suddenly curious about the owner of the painting.

At the moment, she couldn't help asking, ”how did the owner of this painting sign 'mask hero'? What a strange name! ”

”Well...” Zhang Mingyuan pondered for a moment and couldn't say it.

Because he doesn't know the details.

Suddenly, at this time, Wang Xiaofeng, the manager of the hotel, came over.

This Wang Xiaofeng, about 30 years old, is wearing a hotel hip dress uniform and exquisite makeup.

As soon as I came over, I showed a professional smile.

She saw Zhang Mingyuan and Zhang Shao at a glance. Then she hurried over to greet him warmly.

”Zhang Shao, you're welcome. We're far away.” Wang Xiaofeng smiled.

”Manager Wang, you came just in time. Come on, tell me how this picture of Mirs spreading their wings came from. And who is the master who created him. ” Zhang Mingyuan took the manager Wang Xiaofeng and asked.

Wang Xiaofeng is very clear about this matter.

Because this picture was just mounted last night.

At that time, Mr. Ling of the hotel owner Ling's family specially brought it and hung it in person.

The boss is also a painter. He usually likes to collect famous paintings. This hotel hall, however, represents the facade of Jiangnan Hotel. Therefore, the paintings hanging can not be simple.

Before, the painting hanging here was an oil painting worth 20 million. But last night, he was taken down by his boss and replaced with this picture of Mirs spreading their wings.

At that time, Wang Xiaofeng felt curious and asked her boss about the painting.

Is this painting more valuable than an oil painting worth 20 million?

When the boss talked about the painting, he was talking endlessly and told them the scene of his meeting with a masked hero.

Therefore, Wang Xiaofeng knows the origin of this painting.

At the moment, Zhang Mingyuan, who heard of Zhang Jia, asked here.

She couldn't help saying: ”this painting was brought by our boss himself. It was painted by a mask hero. Speaking of this mask hero, I have to talk about our boss's experience yesterday...”

Wang Xiaofeng began to talk about the deeds of the mask hero.

At the same time, he also talked about the value of this painting!

After speaking, Zhang Mingyuan admired him even more.

”This mask hero is really a genius! If I could see him and worship him as a teacher, I would be willing to lose my life. ” Zhang Mingyuan looked at the picture of Dapeng spreading his wings and admired the owner of the painting more and more.

”Our boss, Mr. Ling falcon, also admires this mask hero! Last night, when he mounted the picture here, he said the same thing as Zhang Shao. ” Wang Xiaofeng interrupted.

”Eh, so, Mr. Ling, I haven't seen the true vision of the mask hero?” Zhang Mingyuan was surprised.

”Yes, the boss said, Mr. mask, always wearing a mask. So he didn't see his true vision. ” Wang Xiaofeng shook her head.

”Pity, pity.” Zhang Mingyuan sighed. Originally, he wanted to ask Mr. Ling Falcon Ling, and then introduce the mask hero to him.

But now it doesn't seem to work. Because even Mr. Ling Falcon Ling has never seen his true face and is looking for him.

”I hope God will temper me so that I can see him.”

Zhang Mingyuan looked at the picture of Dapeng spreading his wings. In his eyes, he showed his admiration and muttered to himself.