Asher and the Legacy of Shadows Chapter 3

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

On May 17, under the guidance of A City Economic and Cultural Promotion Association, co-organized and supported by A City Henghuai Art Museum, A City Wenlong Calligraphy and Painting Academy, and Painting Masters Association, and hosted by Jiasheng Network Security Co., Ltd. and Taiheng Technology Co., Ltd., the "Shengtai First Calligraphy and Painting Business Exchange Exhibition" was grandly opened at No. 99 Dejin Road, Wenxing District, A City.

As soon as this news came out, many people burst into laughter.

You said that one of you is engaged in network security and the other is engaged in electronic products. Why do you want to interfere in other people's painting circles?

Do you know what painting is? Can you understand painting?

There are many people who are sarcastic, mocking, and just watching the show.

Regarding this, people from Jiasheng and Taiheng remained silent, as if they were unaware.

Until May 15, when both companies tacitly released some of the exhibits from the exhibition, many people remained silent, especially those in the industry.

They all understand painting, so they naturally know whether a painting is good or bad.

Among them is naturally Yan An’s target this time, Soren Si’s grandfather Si Mingyuan.

An old man in his seventies or eighties, wearing reading glasses, stared at the pictures intently with full of enthusiasm.

The painting is like a delicacy that has been placed in a high place. You can only smell its fragrance but not taste its taste. It is so touching but cannot be put into reality. It is like stopping an itch that is just too far away. The more you scratch it, the more it itches.

Finally, with countless people looking forward to it, curious and excited, the exhibition arrived as scheduled.

Asher Yan wears a cold gray suit and has an outstanding temperament.

The black hair gently touches his full forehead, and his eyes that can see into people's hearts are made more elegant by the gold-rimmed glasses, which makes him look just the right amount of distant and easy-going.

As he walked by, whoever saw him would not say in admiration that he was a humble gentleman, gentle and elegant.

"coming."

"As the organizer, it is courtesy to arrive at the venue early."

Asher Yan looked at Easton Gu carefully and smiled knowingly when he saw that he was in high spirits: "Very handsome."

When Easton Gu heard this, he felt like a peacock spreading its tail, and instantly became very beautiful: "Of course, young master, I am very beautiful, and I can look so handsome with a simple dress."

As he said this, he also winked at Asher Yan.

Asher Yan sneered: "You are definitely not pretending to be cool just because Flynn Gu is coming."

"Is that the point?"

"no."

During this period, the two of them got together frequently because of the art exhibition. Asher Yan naturally knew that Easton Gu had taken action against Flynn Gu.

From Easton Gu's tone, we knew that Flynn Gu must be having a hard time during this period. Today I am bringing my girlfriend to the scene. I don’t know whether to show off to Easton Gu, to stimulate and test Easton Gu’s feelings for his ex-girlfriend, or to humiliate him...

"Okay, it's almost time." Easton Gu smiled indifferently. He looked down on Flynn Gu.

If that old man hadn't been standing in front, killing Flynn Gu would have been an easy task.

Asher Yan responded to Easton Gu's words and left side by side.

"I heard that the one from the Si family is coming over. Yan An, you are amazing. I feel like I am going to be famous today."

Asher Yan smiled playfully and did not reply.

Soon, the exhibition became lively.

In addition to the paintings carefully selected by art galleries, Yan An also brought the collection of the original owner's father. At the same time, even the system space was searched through by Yan An.

It can be said that Yan An spent a lot of money on fishing.

Now that someone like Si Mingyuan has come, are there not many people who love painting as much as Si Mingyuan?

The quality is guaranteed and the results are impressive.

Seeing such results, Yan Eucalyptus was very satisfied.

However, what surprised Yan An was that he actually met Soren Si.

The man was wearing a dark black haute couture suit, with straight legs and a tall figure. He was standing behind the old man with an air of indifference.

Perhaps sensing Yan Eucalyptus' gaze, the man turned his head and looked at Yan Eucalyptus.

His deep face is enough to make people fascinated. He seems to be very uninterested in the art exhibition, and his eyes are lazy and a bit careless.

When their eyes met, Asher Yan nodded to Soren Si calmly, and then walked slowly and slowly from behind him.

Si Ruxuan looked at Yan An's receding back, his eyes narrowed slightly. He seemed to be gentle, refined, and gentle, but his intuition told him that this man was dangerous.

"Xiao Xian, what do you think of this painting?"

Hearing his grandfather's voice, Soren Si retracted his gaze and focused on the painting: "Grandpa, if you like it, you can take a picture of it. It's just a painting. We don't need this little money."

Si Mingyuan's face was a little serious, but his eyes were kind: "You can run to the horse farm if you have nothing to do. I asked you to accompany me to see the paintings, but you are not interested..."

......

Asher Yan walked around and returned to the rest area. The exhibition had just begun, so it was not appropriate to get close to Si Mingyuan, otherwise it would look very deliberate.

Moreover, now that people are so focused on admiring paintings, they have no energy to pay attention to themselves. If they get involved, it might be counterproductive and annoying.

The exhibition lasted for a week, so he had plenty of time.

During the exhibition, Asher Yan heard Si Mingyuan sigh more than once.

Looking at the red mark, Yan An smiled knowingly.

"The old gentleman took a fancy to this painting."

Si Mingyuan shook his head: "But it has been collected..."

The regret in his voice was clearly audible, and it seemed that he really liked this painting.

"This painting "Lone Wild Goose in Qiongshan" was collected by my father. I saw it during a painting exhibition and mentioned it to my father. He said that good paintings should be appreciated by many people, so he put it here. If the old gentleman really likes it, , I can ask my father to talk to you."

"this......"

Si Mingyuan has lived for decades, and the man in front of him is giving him this face, just to take advantage of it to get close to the Si family...

"Father, he doesn't like to write or write. It's best to have a pot of tea in your free time. Maybe it will work."

How could Asher Yan not see what the old man was thinking, but Si Mingyuan was really wrong.

He didn't catch this fish just to cling to the Si family. With his method of running Jiasheng well, he might not be able to compete with the Si family.

He told Si Mingyuan that he could exchange a pot of good tea for a good painting, and he wanted to exchange something for something, and the two would not owe each other.

A pot of tea is naturally no match for a good work of art, so Si Mingyuan accepted the Shen family's favor and felt less uncomfortable.

Seeing Si Mingyuan's move, Asher Yan added: "Although the painting is good, it still needs the right people to appreciate it. If it is taken back, it will mostly be put in a box to collect dust?"

"That being the case, I wonder if your father is at the exhibition..."

Asher Yan's expression remained unchanged, but he secretly said "Old Fox" in his heart.

If it were outside, no matter which family came to visit, it would be a huge benefit for the Shen family, but if it was at an art exhibition, it would be different.

But he had no control over the development of things.

"My father didn't come today. I will talk to him tonight and discuss it with the old gentleman tomorrow."

"good."

Si Mingyuan was instantly delighted. He wanted to laugh out loud but noticed that the surroundings didn't allow it, so he couldn't help but smile and nodded with satisfaction.

Watching Si Mingyuan walk towards other paintings, Yan An's lips curled up with a faint smile.