In the teahouse, Qin Hai sat on the sofa, holding crutches in both hands, looking nervous.

If this painting hanging on the cover of a magazine is defined as a good painting in the eyes of the world, it is of great significance to him, especially when he stared at the painting for a long time and could not sleep at night, he decided to rush to Ganzhou to find the author of the painting himself.

Since the original manuscript is several meters long and the cover is only the drawing part, it is not well known when this painting depicts, but it makes Qin Hai dreamt about it.

Zhong Yue walked into the private room and was still in the same outfit, covering most of his face. Qin Hai stood up, smiled and raised his hand, "Mr. Qiu, lucky to know."

Zhong Yue reached out and grabbed it.

"Mr. Qin, Teacher Qiu can't speak in his throat." Zhao Lele explained from the side.

"Oh? Are you sick?"

"I don't think so, in short, I can't speak, I will convey his meaning to you."

Qin Hai raised his eyebrows, "Oh? That's it, okay. I came here to ask Mr. Qiu, is the work on the cover written by Mr. Qiu? Or is this painting in Mr. Qiu's hands."

Zhong Yue typed a few words on his phone.

"Teacher Qiu asked what you want to do?"

"If it is in Mr. Qiu's hands, I want to ask if I can give up my love?"

Zhao Lele glanced at the text message and said, "Teacher Qiu said no."

"No negotiation?"

"No."

Qin Hai frowned, "Can Teacher Qiu tell the story behind this painting?"

"No, Teacher Qiu said it, it's inconvenient."

Qin Hai frowned, "Mr. Qiu, is that true?" He was worried that the frivolous little girl would lie on purpose.

Zhong Yue nodded.

Qin Hai stood up and said, "Okay, that's a risk. If Mr. Qiu changes his mind, please contact me. The price is up, everything is easy to discuss."

Qin Hai handed over a business card.

Zhong Yue took the business card, but without taking a look, he stuffed it into his pocket.

Qin Hai glanced at me, and it seemed that the opportunity was not too great, so he wanted to save it, "I wonder if I can be lucky enough to invite Mr. Qiu to a meal?"

This time, Zhong Yue typed directly and handed it to Qin Hai: "I have an appointment, sorry."

Qin Hai, who was rejected several times in a row, felt a little depressed. He thought that this dumb painter had autism, and this was not possible, nor was that. However, this painting was very important to him, because he could clearly see that the painting was incomplete. Although the screenshot on the cover was a full picture, it was just a screenshot. As a veteran literary and art lover, he naturally understood that the importance of leaving blank space in Chinese paintings, and even those who could draw such a huge painting would not be so stupid that they would cover the entire painting paper, so there must be other parts of the painting that were not revealed.

The most important thing is that the amulet on the Buddhist temple in the painting is "Huang'an Temple"!

Moreover, looking at the contents of the painting, it was the old monk who treated the girl again. Zhong Yue's sudden visit and later disappeared made Qin Hai feel a little mysterious and curious, so he was ready to come as soon as he saw the cover.

"Mr. Qiu, can you recognize a young man named Zhong Yue?"

Zhong Yue paused. Qin Hai was so cunning. He didn't turn his head back and then walked out of the teahouse box. Zhao Lele picked up the bag on the sofa and followed him out.

After leaving the teahouse, Zhong Yue breathed a sigh of relief. It was so dangerous. Fortunately, Qin Hai asked about his identity when he walked out. Otherwise, if he was sitting together, with his vicious eyes, if he was seeing some flaws, Zhong Yue would not be able to keep it from revealing it.

"Teacher Qiu, that person is..."

Zhong Yue handed the business card to Zhao Lele.

"Shanghai Yongxin Antiques...Is this person a man who makes antiques?"

Zhong Yue nodded.

"He is here to buy paintings for you? Then he has found the wrong person." Zhao Lele smiled.

Zhong Yue also smiled at her. He took the newly purchased mobile phone and edited a text message to Ouyang Ming: "The fish bites the hook, the plan begins."

"Teacher Qiu, let's go and eat boiled fish. The weather is so hot."

Zhong Yue looked up, smiled slightly, and followed Zhao Lele. He didn't care what he had to eat.

bite!

"What should I do with your personal calligraphy and painting exhibition? I am planning to use this masterpiece as the finale."

"Don't, this painting cannot be exhibited. Find a support and fly to Ganzhou immediately."

"Teacher Qiu?"

Zhong Yue came to his senses, stuffed his phone into his pocket, looked at Zhao Lele's speechless look and smiled slightly.

"Do we eat grass carp or black fish?"

Zhong Yue glanced at the menu, ordered a boiled black fish, and sat in his seat.

"This teacher is really good at boiled black fish in the small shop, with a good portion and a fresh taste. You two can eat it, so you can be full."

Zhong Yue didn't say a word, and Zhao Lele didn't respond, which made the boss, who had always been talkative, lose his temper. He could only smile embarrassedly and ordered the kitchen to make a small portion of water and boil black fish.

"Teacher Qiu, you used to be a big shot, right?"

Zhong Yue paused his fingers, looked up at Zhao Lele, who was curious, and shook his head.

"You must be. This painting of yours immediately caused the sales of magazines to soar, and also allowed antique collectors in Shanghai to come from afar. I think you must have some ulterior secrets."

Zhong Yue tapped the handrail with his fingers. Since his throat was unable to speak, there was one thing that was that when he didn't want to speak, there was no need to be afraid of embarrassment, because he would not blame a mute.

Boiled fish in boiling water were served on the table.

"Come on, this store's signature, please use it slowly."

The shiny soup base, red chopped pepper and oil splashed, is like a fish fillet that shines with white jade. The development of the times has long made the regional characteristics of the food gradually fade away. If it were put a hundred years ago, this is definitely a unique Sichuan cuisine specialty.

"Two guys eat while it's hot."

After drinking a few hot fish fillets with chopsticks, Zhong Yue sweated slightly. Have you eaten it so happily?

...

...

Qin Hai was holding a stack of information in his hand and looking at some fragmented information.

"I really can't speak. My skin burns a lot. The reason it says is that there is a fire in the horse farm. It seems that this person worked in the horse farm before. It seems that he doesn't look like Brother Zhong..."

Qin Hai lay on the sofa and murmured to himself: "I heard that the girl has come alive and has cured her terminal illness. Could it be that this painting really contains a good recipe for curing all diseases? So, what does this person named Qiu use as a cover? Are you really looking for a real buyer? Or is it just to make a living in this magazine? I can't figure it out... I have to wait and see."

If Zhong Yue was here, he would probably be dying of laughter. He had completely tricked Lao Qin. However, if he wanted to collect the Spirit Flying Sutra, he had to catch Lao Qin's big fish to have a chance, otherwise... there would be no possibility.
Chapter completed!