C31 (1/2)

There was a small room next to the banquet hall. The room was decorated like a common room, but it was more luxurious. There was a circle of high-end sofas near the wall, and a gray carpet with long hair. In the middle, there was a dark red, solid wooden coffee table.

Liu Deyuan was wearing a red Tang suit as he filled each teacup with a purple clay teapot. He put the teapot down and smiled, ”Old Fang, Old Song, I didn't think that you two old guys would come as well.”

The old man called Old Fang savored the tea and said with a frown, ”I say, Old Liu, you are not very kind.” We finally made it here, so you're going to treat me like this. ”

”For a whale to drink and drink like you, any good tea is a waste.” Liu Deyuan bluntly said.

Old Song laughed. ”Not bad, not bad. ”No matter what you say, you are an artist. Why don't you have a bit of the bearing of an ancient person?”

”Bullshit, this is how I look like.” Old Fang said unhappily, ”I'm not dealing with art, it's a national quintessence calligraphy.”

At this moment, Lu Fang pushed the door open and walked in.

”Dad, Uncle Song, Uncle Fang, the guests are here.”

”Alright, let's go now. Right, has Little Yang come yet? ” Regardless of whether it was Chen Yang saving his granddaughter twice, or his own personality, Liu Deyuan admired him greatly. Deep down in his heart, he had long treated him as a family.

Lu Fang smiled, ”You're here, and you even brought a present.”

Liu De Yuan frowned and said, ”This child, his family is in a bad situation and he just got injured, so there is no need to spend so much money. ”Find out how much it is and try to pay him back.”

The smile on Lu Fang's face became even wider. ”Dad, he did give us a present, but he said she didn't spend any money. She wrote a letter herself.”

”He also knows calligraphy?”

Liu Deyuan was immediately shocked. His medical skills were not inferior to a national skill, and he even knew calligraphy.

He did not think that Chen Yang's calligraphy skills were that bad. After all, from his attitude towards medicine, although Chen Yang was young, he was calm, resolute, and did not seem like someone who would boast.

Moreover, this was a birthday present. If he was too terrible, how would he have the face to give it out?

Thinking of this, Liu Deyuan suddenly became interested, and ordered Lu Fang, ”Don't rush out, your Uncle Fang is also here. Bring over Chen Yang's note first. If it is possible to make it, and Little Yang likes it, then at least he will be able to become famous. ”

Old Fang stroked his beard, looking very pleased with himself. ”Since you asked, it's not a problem for you to take him in as your disciple.”

If people from the calligraphy world were to hear these words, they would probably be so excited that they would be unable to control themselves. They would even cry and shout as if they wanted to acknowledge someone as their teacher.

He was the famous calligrapher of Old Fang, the honorary president of the Chinese Calligrapher's Association. Of course, this was only his current identity. Most people probably valued his other identity more — the retired minister of culture.

Lu Fang came back quickly and put the letter box on the tea table.

Seeing the symbol on the box, Fang Jian was stunned. He asked in surprise, ”Isn't this the trademark of our Xipao Pavilion?”

”It's just a box. It's nothing.”

”What do you know?” This is a customized product from our Treasure Pavilion. It is not cheap and is only used to store precious famous calligraphy and paintings. ”

”It's not cheap?” Liu De Yuan immediately became unhappy and shouted, ”No, Chen Yang is my grandson. How much money did you spend? Hurry up and puke it out, otherwise this old man will not let you off.”

The elders were bickering like old kids. Lu Fang found it funny. She opened the box casually and took out the scroll inside.

Looking at the scroll, Liu Deyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. ”This mounting technique clearly inherited from Old Zheng, it should be done by his disciple, several thousand dollars is still enough.” ”This brat is really —”