The first rich son-in-law

Chapter 534 8 Horses, 8

"Haihua, how can you say that, my son is now developing in the western region, and the western region is known as the strongest army in Kyushu!" Diao Haizhu couldn't help retorting.

What father in the world is not proud of his children.

How can he be happy when others say his son?

"Brother, I know you want to save face, but let me tell you, no matter where you serve as a soldier, you can't do without background and knowledge!" Diao Haihua still looked disdainful, "If I remember correctly, Da Zhuang graduated from high school. Go to the army? With a high school diploma, what do you think you can do in the army? When you get out of the army in a few years, you won’t be a big bastard!”

"You..." Diao Haizhu was unconvinced and wanted to say more.

At this time, Diao Fuwang waved his hand quickly.

"OK OK!"

"Hai Zhu! I think your elder brother is right. Even if you want to be a soldier, you still need a diploma!"

"Besides, one has to accept one's fate. Da Zhuang's child is just like you since he was a child. He is very dull. He probably won't make much progress. In the future, he still needs to learn more from these two younger brothers!" Diao Fuwang couldn't help but shook his head and said.

Diao Haizhu was suddenly furious.

The old man is too biased, right?

He is also a grandson, so why should he say that his son is not good?

"Hehe, being a soldier depends on real skills, not just diplomas!"

At this time, a voice came from afar.

Everyone looked over one after another, and couldn't help but frown.

Unexpectedly, the son-in-law who came to the door actually spoke.

"Boy, are you here to speak?" Diao Haihua looked over coldly, he hadn't settled with this kid yet, didn't expect this kid would dare to find fault?

"By the way, you are also a soldier, right? I heard that you have been working for several years, and you haven't even gotten into an officer! No wonder, this has poked your sore spot, right?" Diao Haihua couldn't help joking again.

"I became a soldier to defend my family and the country, not for any officer, let alone for gilding, don't compare your son to me!" Jiang Beichen looked disdainful.

Who is he?

Lord of the Realm!

Comparing a military cadet with him, is there any comparison?

"You're just a trash, but you know how to use your tongue!" Diao Dapeng couldn't help but sneered, "Are you talking about sour grapes when you can't eat grapes? That's right, like you and Diao Dazhuang, you won't be able to get promoted in the army for the rest of your life , jealous of me is inevitable!"

"Hey, Brother Dalong, don't say that. He's a door-to-door son-in-law now. He's enough to live on soft food, and he still needs to be an officer!" At this moment, a strange voice came over.

It was none other than Zhao Jie who spoke.She and Jiang Beichen were at odds, so naturally they would not miss the opportunity to ridicule.

And hearing this, everyone couldn't help laughing.

"Zhao Jie, Bei Chen is also your brother-in-law, so it's not your turn to comment, right?" Wang Xuewu frowned. When others called her husband, her face was naturally dull.

"Okay, stop arguing!" Diao Fuwang said coldly at this time.

"Today is my birthday party, and the guests are all watching, what's the point of making such a fuss!"

"Come on, Dapeng, come here, this is the red envelope given to you by grandpa, and it can also be regarded as a reward for you to be admitted to the military academy!"

Diao Fuwang beckoned to Diao Dapeng, who quickly ran up.

"This card can be overdrafted by 500 million. Grandpa will pay for your living expenses and tuition in the military academy!" Diao Fuwang patted Diao Dapeng's shoulder, and encouraged him with loving eyes: "Keep up!"

Whoa!

500?

Isn't this grandpa very nice?

The last school actually paid so much money!

The juniors of the Diao family all looked envious. You must know that even when Diao Dazhuang joined the army, the old man only made a red envelope of 1 yuan.

This is really a bit biased!

And now, the younger generation's birthday gifts are almost enough.

At this moment, Diao Yulan hastily straightened her hair and came forward with a painting scroll.

"Dad, this is a birthday gift from our family, Xu Beihong's Eight Horses, I hope you can accept it!"

Xu Beihong's Eight Horses?

Everyone was shocked.

Xu Beihong is one of the most famous painters in history, I am afraid that any work is worth at least tens of millions!

This gift is really too big!

"Eight Horses? Are you kidding me?"

"There are not many pictures of the eight steeds circulating in the world!"

"That's right! I heard that we have a picture in Yunshan Mountain. It is said to be the heirloom of Mr. Feng Wu of our county!"

There was a lot of discussion.

Who is Feng Wuye?

The soil emperor of Yunshan County!

In this place in Yunshan County, the wind and the rain are called by the wind and the rain, and the sky is controlled by one hand.

The Feng family is the largest family within a hundred miles!

"Dad, this is a treasure that Boren has collected for many years. He usually wears gloves to appreciate it. Besides, he said that Dad is a horse. He gave you this picture of eight steeds. It is a sword for a hero!" Diao Yulan said quickly, She also learned and sold these words now, imitating Diao Dalong's.

When Diao Dalong heard this, his face was very ugly.

At this moment, his painting of black bamboo is afraid that it will be compared to others.

After all, this is Xu Beihong's painting!

"Bring it to me to have a look!" Diao Fuwang hurriedly beckoned.

He usually admires Xu Beihong the most, and he especially likes the horses painted by Master Xu, because he himself is a horse, and this painting of eight steeds really sent him to the bottom of his heart.

The picture scroll unfolded, and immediately eight vivid horses appeared in everyone's field of vision.

"This horse has a very different demeanor. It looks like a real horse!" The old man next to him couldn't help exclaiming.

"Not bad! It really looks real!"

"That's at least ten million?"

"Ten million more? I'm afraid a horse will cost 1000 million!"

"That's right, there was a picture at the Jiangnan auction before, eight horses, 8000 million!"

Everyone was discussing and exclaiming one after another.

When Diao Fuwang heard this, his old body trembled.

8000 million!

It's almost catching up with half of the Diao family's property.

"Dad, don't forget that when you borrowed money from the Wang family, you only borrowed 1000 million. They were humiliated in every way, and now they will give you 8000 million paintings?" Diao Haihua couldn't help but feel sad Say something.

Diao Fuwang's smile froze immediately, and his face gradually sank.

That's right!

Back then, he put up his old face and didn't even borrow 1000 million. Can Wang Boren give him 8000 million paintings?

Diao Yulan's heart skipped a beat, this Diao Haihua is really the one who can't open the pot, why are you bringing up these crap things at this time.

"Dad, it was true that we were bad back then, but it's different now. Now that Boren is in charge, we can afford to give even expensive gifts!" Diao Yulan quickly explained.

"Not necessarily, Auntie, I have also studied calligraphy and painting. The painting of eight steeds is a fake work. I have heard from experts in the industry that Xu Beihong only painted pictures of six steeds, and the painting of eight steeds was compiled by later generations. from!"

Diao Dalong said with a sneer, in fact, he also heard this point of view from hearsay, mainly because he didn't want the Eight Juntu to compare with his black bamboo.

"What do you know, you little kid! How could the map of eight steeds be fake? I think your ink bamboo is fake!" Diao Yulan immediately widened her eyes, and couldn't help but snap back angrily.

Because Jiang Beichen said in private just now that the ink bamboo painting is fake.

"Auntie, you actually said my paintings are fake?" Diao Dalong laughed angrily, "Do you really know calligraphy and painting?"

"Come, come, tell me, why are my paintings fake?" Diao Dalong quickly brought over his calligraphy and paintings.

"If it's fake, I'll eat the painting on the spot!" Diao Dalong said angrily again.

"Okay, that's what you said!" Diao Yulan couldn't help but sneer, then glanced at Jiang Beichen, pointed to the scroll and said, "Just now my son-in-law said that Zheng Banqiao's bamboos are all made with one stroke, look at you This one looks like a child's graffiti, and this bamboo joint, it's drawn with feet, it looks like a pig's trotter! I'm ashamed to say it's true, it's so funny!"

Diao Yulan made another arrangement based on what Jiang Beichen said just now.

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at the picture scroll one after another.

All the people present are high-class people, and there are still a few experts.

"Really, I didn't pay attention to it just now. Looking at it so carefully, it is indeed quite rough!"

"Zheng Banqiao has a well-thought-out plan, and he will never draw repeatedly!"

"A successful stroke is the true meaning of being confident!"

Everyone immediately started talking.

When Diao Dalong heard this, his face turned red, as if he was burning a pig's trotter.