Mrs. Cen said without hesitation: "I won't sell it."

The old master thought for a moment, then stretched out five fingers and said, "I am willing to give this number."

Five hundred thousand.

The old master has been running a gallery for many years.

He could tell at a glance that this painting would be worth far more than half a million yuan in the future.

Mrs. Cen smiled and shook her head, "I won't sell it even if you offer 500 million."

When Old Mrs. Cen was like this, the master thought that Old Mrs. Cen was dissatisfied that the price was too low, so he quickly added: "If you think the price is not enough, we can discuss it again."

"It's not about the price. I really don't want to sell this painting."

The old master continued: "Didn't you say that this painting was painted by your granddaughter-in-law? Just sell it to me and let your granddaughter-in-law paint another one."

Mrs. Cen said: "Painting also requires time and energy. I don't want to tire my precious grandson-in-law."

Seeing that Mrs. Cen really didn't want to sell, the master didn't say anything more.

After mounting the painting, Mrs. Cen took the painting to a place.

Half an hour later.

Old Mrs. Cen appeared in a teahouse.

Opposite her sat an old man with a fairy-like manner.

The old man looked to be about seventy or eighty years old. He was wearing a Tang suit. He looked at Mrs. Cen and said, "Sister Tang, you came to me today. Do you have anything important to say?"

This old man is Qi Ziyue, the veteran of the Chinese painting world.

Mrs. Cen didn't say anything, and handed the scroll in her hand to Mr. Qi, "Look at this."

Mr. Qi asked curiously: "Is this a painting?"

"Just look and you'll find it."

Qi Lao opened the painting, and the expression in his eyes changed from dull to shocked, and finally incredulous, "Did you paint this painting?"

As a veteran of the Chinese painting world, when he saw this painting again, Mr. Qi seemed to have seen the future of the Chinese painting world.

Mrs. Cen smiled and said: "I haven't touched a pen in more than 20 years. How can I draw such a painting?"

"Who painted that?" Mr. Qi was very curious.

There was a hint of arrogance in Mrs. Cen's eyes, "My granddaughter-in-law painted it, so what? Can you just make do with it?"

Just make do?

Can such a painting be considered passable?

It's simply a stroke of genius.

Mr. Qi said in disbelief: "It was really your grandson's wife who painted it?" Mr. Qi had heard the words "grandson's wife" from Mrs. Cen more than once, but at first, Mr. Qi didn't take it to heart.

I didn’t expect that this little girl has such a great talent!

Old Mrs. Cen said speechlessly: "What? Can I still lie to you? Can I get a Coke by lying to you?"

Mr. Qi smiled and said nothing.

Mrs. Cen has been a bit out of character since she was young.

He was afraid that Mrs. Cen was teasing him.

It can be seen from this painting that the painter is calm, careful and very patient.

This kind of patience is not something a young person can have.

The most important thing is the foundation.

This kind of skill is impossible to draw without decades of painting experience.

Old Mrs. Cen continued: "You don't really think I'm teasing you, do you?"

Mr. Qi touched his beard and said, "Sister Tang, the 27th of next month is the day to run for president of the association. How about you bring your grandson-in-law and your family to participate?"

Mrs. Cen glanced at Mr. Qi, "What? You want to give my grandson-in-law a president's dangdang?"

President?

Not just anyone can be the president of the association.

As a veteran of the Chinese painting world, Mr. Qi would naturally not agree to such a thing casually. He smiled and said: "Sister Tang, you haven't been to the Chinese painting world for many years. Come by to participate in this art exhibition."

"Okay, no problem." Old Mrs. Cen agreed without hesitation, and added: "But I can't guarantee whether my grandson-in-law can go. If she is not free, then I will go alone."

"Okay." Mr. Qi nodded.

...

the other side.

Baron has been attacking Xingtianxia's database these days.

I have replaced three computers.

But the progress bar is still 1%.

This makes baron very depressed.

Since his debut at the age of sixteen, no one has ever suffered such a setback except for the famous Z.

In a fit of anger.

Baron contacted his good brothers in country C and prepared to work with his good brothers to attack from both sides and crack the firewall.

Baron's brother, named William, is a very powerful hacker. It was William who brought Baron into the hacker world.

Over the years, the relationship between the two has been very good.

When Baron received the call, he was very surprised, "Does China still have such technology?"

Who doesn't know that China is a backward country.

Therefore, in the hacker world, no one will take Chinese hackers seriously.

Unexpectedly, Baron would fall into the hands of the Chinese.

After thinking for a while, William continued: "Are you careless?"

Baron said: "A week ago, I had the same idea as you. However, it is possible that the other party is not Chinese and is just temporarily working in China."

William smiled and said: "No matter who he is, as long as the two of us join forces, we will definitely make him surrender."

"Then you go online now and we'll talk online."

"Okay." William replied.

After hanging up the phone, William got on the line.

Although the two haven't worked together for a long time, they still have a good understanding.

Seeing that the crack was about to be successfully cracked, William smiled and said: "I thought this firewall was so powerful, but it turned out to be nothing more than that."

Baron has been dealing with the other party for more than a week. He knows that things are not that simple. "We can't be happy too early. There have been several times when the progress bar has reached 99%, but we still fell short."

"Really?" William didn't take this matter to heart.

ess!

The originally rigid firewall was breached in an instant.

baron looked at the computer screen with a look of disbelief on his face.

William's laughter came again, "Didn't you say you would fall short?"

"Awesome!" Baron gave William a thumbs up.

At this moment, William's expression on the other side of the screen suddenly changed.

"What's wrong?" Baron asked.

William frowned tightly, "Look at the computer screen."

baron looked up.

All I saw on the computer screen was a picture of an upside-down thumb.

Full of irony.

At this moment, a line of text slowly appeared on the screen: [Two silly sons, dad has no time to play with you now. If you attack our database again, believe it or not, dad will sell your personal information and addresses to bounty hunters.

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Below the text, the geographical location of the two people is accurately displayed.

Baron and William are both people with bounties on their heads from various countries.

If this kind of information were leaked, their lives would be in danger.

At this moment, both Baron and William's faces turned pale.
To be continued...