I’m Picking Up Pieces in PUBG

Jiang Siming wanted to go back today. Who knew that President Wang called him and said that his father wanted to entertain himself.

Jiang Siming borrowed the car for two days, but was too embarrassed to refuse, so he agreed and went with Reba.

The place of the banquet was at the home of Principal Wang.

This is also why Wang Lin rarely entertains guests at home unless he invites his particularly important friends.

Even Principal Wang and his friends, his father never let him bring him into the house.

Jiang Siming rushed to the mansion of Wang's richest man in the imperial capital, located in the Jiuzhang Mansion District of Chaoyang District, the imperial capital.

It is close to the Airport Expressway, on the Dongwei Road of the Airport Expressway, next to the Airport Expressway, and on the Dongwei Road of the Airport Expressway. It takes only 10 minutes to reach the prime land in the core of the city. The traffic conditions are very convenient.

The project is surrounded by 400 acres of virgin forest. The building types are all single-family villas. The Wang’s house is at least one kilometer in area.

The land prices here are all above 200,000 per square meter.

The decoration inside is also quite magnificent, worthy of specializing in real estate.

Jiang Siming felt that his manor was handed over to Wan Da Nong to find the right person. In China, it is difficult to find other teams that are more professional than them.

When Jiang Siming's car came in, the security immediately let it go.

He didn't need to stop, naturally there was a driver waiting at the gate of the yard. Jiang Siming got out of the car and handed it to the driver, leading Reba to the house.

Principal Wang had been waiting at the door for a long time, wearing a very casual pajamas, leaning against the door and peeling an orange in his hand.

Seeing Jiang Siming's arrival, he grinned and shouted into the room: "Parents, people are coming."

Two middle-aged couples quickly emerged from the inside. One was the richest man Jiang Siming had seen several times, and the other was his wife who was also President Wang's mother.

"Xiao Jiang is here, go in the house quickly."

Wang Lin smiled and shook hands with Jiang Siming before inviting him into the house.

"Hello, Uncle Wang, this is a little gift. I know you like to collect. This is Old Mr. Wu Guanzhong's "Spring Snow". Wouldn't Uncle Wang dislike it?"

Wang Lin obviously didn't expect Jiang Siming to bring him a gift, and it was Wu Guanzhong's work. He usually does not smoke or drink, so he loves to collect calligraphy and painting.

Just some modern writers or painters, he has collected hundreds of works, and the office has a huge collection.

This is also the hobby of the richest man Wang.

Hearing that this was Wu Guanzhong's work, Wang Lin didn't even say much. He took the picture scroll and opened it carefully, and asked his son to come over and hold it for him.

As soon as the painting was unfolded, Wang Shoufu stared at the painting for a long time, and finally said, "This is true! It's so good! This color and this ink are worthy of Mr. Wu Guanzhong's."

The richest man Wang raised his head to Jiang Siming after speaking, "Xiaojiang, your painting is very valuable, and your gift is too precious."

Jiang Siming smiled, and said: "Painting and calligraphy are about eyeballs. The value of this thing is only for foreigners to pay attention to. Uncle Wang understands this. Isn't it possible that you still can't understand this truth?"

This is also because the last time he opened a gambling ship and port, he breached his contract with the richest man Wang, although it was only verbal and not counting.

But after all, it was a missed appointment. Seeing that the richest man Wang invited himself to dinner this time, Jiang Siming picked up a calligraphy and painting from the fragments he had kept.

This painting is worth tens of millions.

The rich man nodded after hearing this, as if he had met his confidant: "Okay, then I will accept it unceremoniously. Xiao Jiang didn't expect that you also like painting and calligraphy. Since you call my uncle, I can't take your paintings for nothing. Courtesy exchanges."

After finishing speaking, Wang Shoufu took Jiang Siming's hand and said: "Go, follow me to the study, you can choose which works you like!"

Jiang Siming had no choice but to follow him with a wry smile, and Reba quickly followed.

"Your dad is really good. Take them to the study as soon as the guests come." Principal Wang's mother reluctantly complained.

"My dad is just this hobby, and he suddenly met someone in the same way, can he be upset?" Principal Wang said leisurely while eating an orange.

Seeing her son in pajamas without trimming, and thinking about Jiang Siming's appearance and the beautiful girl next to him, Wang's mother stopped getting angry.

"Look at what you look like. You are always dressed casually and sloppy. You can't learn from Xiaojiang. Look at the talents of other people, how versatile!"

Principal Wang was choked for a while, and said, "That's because he is handsome, and I can be blamed for his appearance."

"Oh, what do you mean by saying that your parents are not good-looking, right?" Mother Wang immediately grabbed Principal Wang's ear.

Principal Wang hurriedly begged for mercy, and said, "I didn't mean that, mom, you misunderstood."

"Look at Xiao Jiang's girlfriend again, how beautiful and quiet, and look at those Internet celebrity girlfriends you made. Is there one who brought him? Your dad should never let you take your girlfriend home."

"This... why did you get to this again? Mom, I won't tell you anymore. I'd better go to the study and have a look."

Principal Wang slipped away after talking about the chicken thief. If he doesn't slip away, he will be nagged to death.

The richest man Wang’s study is surprisingly large, with three walls covered with paintings and calligraphy, and there are countless antiques of calligraphy and painting sealed in the bookcase.

Jiang Siming was dazzled, and he knew what a senior collector was. Although his antique calligraphy and paintings were very valuable, the number was not as good as that of others.

The richest man Wang put away the painting that Jiang Siming gave him as a treasure, and then he pointed to the calligraphy and painting on the four walls and said to Jiang Siming with a smile.

"Xiaojiang, you can pick one of these calligraphy and paintings. Of course, the paintings on this page are not all made by everyone. There are also many cheap works. They are scribbles of my personal preference. It is up to you to pick a dragon or a bug I'm good at it."

The richest man Wang is giving Jiang Siming a problem. It depends on whether Jiang Siming has really studied it.

He still doesn't believe that a young man is interested in this aspect, even he only likes it when he is old.

Jiang Siming didn't refuse when he heard the words, and began to pace and watch slowly in the study, while Reba waited quietly by the side.

To be honest, Jiang Siming really didn't understand these calligraphy and paintings, and he couldn't recognize any of the above works.

But it doesn't matter, he has Xiaoxian.

While pretending to take a closer look, let Xiaoxian appraise it, and then tell him secretly.

In this way, one by one, Jiang Siming finally chose a medium-format painting on the right.

"Uncle Wang, I will choose it."

Jiang Siming pointed out that Wang Lin's face was unnatural, and it was obviously convulsed a few times.

"Ahem... Xiaojiang, are you sure you have chosen? Don't look at the others carefully?"

The richest man Wang wants to fool you.

But Jiang Siming said with a smile: "No, I like this old Mr. Qi Baishi's twelve-screen landscape very much."

The corner of Wang's richest man's eyes trembled, and he didn't expect Jiang Siming to really know him.

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