My Waste Husband
Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Soon, a middle-aged man in a suit ran over. Obviously, this middle-aged man knew Dan.

"Hello, President Fong. I'm the person in charge of this exhibition, Andy Zhang." Andy took theinitiative to reach out his hand to Dan.

"Hello, I want to ask if this painting is authentic or a high imitation?" Dan pointed at the winter plumin front of him. In the painting, there was only one plum, which fell alone in the drawing paper, givingpeople a lonely and arrogant feeling.

"It's authentic." Andy answered without thinking, "This winter plum is the present of Master Yan ofthe Tang Dynasty. It has been passed down to today. We only showed it after we got the officialidentification result. It's indeed authentic. Mr. Fong, if you are interested, there will be a charityauction for this painting later."

" Authentic work?" Dan frowned.

Just then, a crisp voice sounded behind him.

"President Fong."

Dan followed the voice and said, "President Lin, what a coincidence. Are you here for anexhibition?"

When Dan spoke, he deliberately looked at Sylvia's formal suit.

"Let's talk about cooperation with President Fong." Sylvia stood in front of him and said directly.

Dan chuckled and said, "President Lin, I shouldn't talk about work at this time, but since yourgrandfather has done me a favor, I will make an exception. To be honest, your cooperation plan isnot the best for everyone. You should understand that I am a businessman and I care about

interests, not feelings. Unless you can come up with a better cooperation plan, I think we willcooperate next time."

Sylvia frowned. "President Fong, I believe you know the situation of our Lins Group. Although thisplan will not bring you the biggest profit in a short time, in the long run..."

"Stop."Dan made a gesture. "President Lin, you know, I invested in short-term investment. I neversee long-term interests."

"President Fong, I..." Sylvia was about to say something when she felt someone behind her pullingher. When she looked back, she saw her best friend, Milan, and Henry, who was beside her, alsoran over.

"President Fong, let's talk later." Sylvia hurriedly said goodbye to Dan, then walked to Henry andwhispered, "Why are you here?"

"I called him here. I say, Sylvia, you know that this Dan likes Chinese paintings, and your husbandspecializes in this aspect. Why don't you do what you like?"

"I!" Sylvia wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. She looked at Henry and thenlooked at Milan. She didn't know how to explain it. She couldn't tell Milan the truth, could she?

"Well, I think we should let Henry go to negotiate with Dan first. If he can talk with Dan, you can dowhatever you want," Milan persuaded.

Sylvia subconsciously looked at Henry, only to see him walking toward Dan. Sylvia sighed. Henryknew nothing about painting. She knew clearly there was no use of him.

Henry walked to Dan, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the picture in front of him. "The winter plumof Master Yan of the Tang Dynasty? The ink color is a little light."

"Do you understand the paintings?" Dan heard Henry's voice and looked at it in surprise. In thisexhibition, many famous paintings did not show their origins. Those who could tell the origin of thepaintings at a glance were all people who knew how to draw.

"Of course he understands, haha!" A laugh rang out, not from Henry, but from another person.

Ben Song strode over and said loudly while walking, "President Fong, Mr. Zhang is President Lin'shusband and an artist. He specializes in Chinese painting. I think you two would have a lot incommon."

After he said that, there was a hint of a smile in his eyes. An artist? He was really good at boasting.If it weren't for Mr. Wong telling me, I really didn't know that this was a son-in-law for money!

"Oh?" Dan looked at Henry with great interest, with appreciation in his eyes, because there werefewer and fewer people who were still keen on traditional Chinese paintings. "Mr. Zhang, are youfamiliar with Chinese paintings?"

"A little bit." Henry smiled and nodded.

"In that case, Mr. Zhang, can you see that this painting is Master Yan's authentic work?" Danpointed at the painting in front of him and asked.

Henry glanced at the painting in front of him and then said, "Mr. Fong, what do you want to hear?Truth or lie? Hahaha"

Henry laughed and turned to leave, leaving such an ambiguous answer.

Looking at Henry's performance, Sylvia shook her head helplessly and did not blame Henry.Chinese painting itself was broad and profound, unlike western-style etiquette. It needed more thanonly simple training to understand. It depended on years of experience and rich knowledge.

Milan was also shocked. "What's going on? Doesn't he understand? It shouldn't be!"

During this period, Milan had been thinking about how to expose Henry, the love liar. But today, shehoped that this liar could understand more and talk to Mr. Fong because she knew how big a crisisLins company was facing now. There were both internal troubles and external troubles.

Looking at Henry's back, Dan frowned and said nothing.

"President Fong, it seems that Mr. Zhang is just a liar. In other words, Sylvia is too commercial, soit's normal for her to create something. For example, she told me that Mr. Zhang was a nationalartist." Ben came to Dan and said, "Mr. Fong, let me introduce myself. I'm Ben Song. I'm entrustedby someone to let Mr. Fong see the true face of some people. Don't be confused by thedescendants of our benefactor."

In the lounge of the exhibition, Henry was holding a cup of iced cola and sitting in front of a smallround table.

Milan and Sylvia sat opposite him.

"Henry, didn't you draw a national painting? Do you understand it? Is it authentic?" Seeing thatHenry was still in the mood to drink cola, Milan was very anxious.

As for Sylvia, she seemed very calm because she clearly knew that Zhang Xufeng did notunderstand traditional Chinese painting. If her plan was not chosen by Dan, this cooperation wouldbe impossible.

"Ah!"

After a big mouthful of iced cola, Henry said, "That painting, how should I say? It's an authentic one,but not a real one."

"What do you mean?" Milan asked.

"You won't understand even if I say it." Henry picked up the coke and took a big sip. Seeing thatMilan was anxious again, he quickly said, "By the way, there is a charity auction later, right? Let's goand have a look together."

Henry had attended the charity auction many times before, so he was familiar with it.