Chapter 88 Calligraphy and Painting
Qi Ziyan looked very dissatisfied and reached out to snatch the scroll of calligraphy and painting from Zhang Tian's hand.

"What are you doing!" Zhang Tian quickly protected his painting.

When he was a student, he really liked Shangguan's works to some extent, so today's "apology" was partly because Qi Ziyan made a mistake, and partly for his own dream when he was young.

Qi Ziyan sneered, venting all his previous dissatisfaction.

"What should I do? Why didn't you give me such a good thing from the beginning? You kept it hidden for so long, could it be that you wanted to give it to that woman from the beginning?"

Zhang Tian patted the part of the cylinder that Qi Ziyan had touched and said with a laugh, "Are you sure? I have good things, they are mine, they didn't come from the wind, why should I give them to you?"

Qi Ziyan was a little annoyed, "Why can't you give it to me? Didn't you see what Shangguan gave to the Ji family? How much is the gold-inlaid jade longevity lock worth?

"Look at yourself again, what did you give me? Roast chicken, sausage, snacks... You just took some cheap things and tried to fool me. If someone didn't know, they would think our Qi family was starving on a variety show."

Qi Ziyan answered the question with confidence.

Zhang Tian frowned, "Shangguan is sending a priceless gift to the Ji family, but that's because he's a true friend. What's the relationship between you and me? The 100,000 yuan you gave me hasn't arrived yet. Even if I give you a pile of shit today, it's a bargain for you. You should also thank me for giving you a warm pile of shit!"

Zhang Tian is not from the city, and there is no camera now. He doesn't need to care about his image when he is angry with Qi Ziyan, and he can say whatever he wants.

Qi Ziyan had never heard such blunt and harsh words before. His brows were furrowed, and he was obviously disgusted.

"What's that expression on your face?" Zhang Tian closed the trunk door, and his handsome face suddenly became sinister, "I'm different from those city people. They like to play dirty, but I don't.

"I advise you not to provoke me and force me to slap you."

Zhang Tian’s gaze seemed to be able to kill.

The last time he saw murderous eyes was from Ji Chenxing. The slap from Ji Chenxing came vividly to his memory, and Qi Ziyan shut up in fear.

"That's right, be obedient." Zhang Tian walked into the villa carrying the calligraphy and painting. "But I really don't know why a mentally retarded person like you entered the entertainment industry. Are you afraid that your social death is not miserable enough? If I were you, I would honestly find a class to work in, even if it's just screwing screws in a factory. The outcome is better than fighting with these people."

Qi Ziyan was sad after being called a moron by Zhang Tian, ​​but he was afraid that Zhang Tian would really slap him, so he dared not say anything.

Zhang Tian seemed to sense Qi Ziyan's anger. He laughed and said, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. We are about to perform in front of the camera. It's not good for you to look so irritated. We are good friends."

Qi Ziyan curled his lips and said, "I've never seen a good person call his good friend a moron."

Zhang Tian laughed, "First of all, I'm not a good person. Second, have you heard of this saying?"

Qi Ziyan looked at Zhang Tian and asked, "What?"

"Weak acid is also acid, and weak base is also base." Zhang Tian paused.

This was something they learned in middle school. Qi Ziyan thought it was some kind of IQ test. Just as he was about to nod and say that he had heard of it, he suddenly heard Zhang Tian burst into laughter, "Retarded, that's also smart!"

Amid Qi Ziyan's speechlessness and anger, the two men walked into the Ji family's living room again.

As soon as he entered the Ji family's living room, Zhang Tian couldn't wait to take out his paintings.

The moment he saw the painting, Shangguan's pupils suddenly shrank, "Where did you get Su He's copy?"

Zhang Tian smiled proudly, "I bought it from a friend of mine. As expected of you, Mr. Shangguan. I can tell at a glance that this is a copy. If you don't mind, I'll give you this painting."

Shangguan took the scroll and spread out the whole painting. This painting depicted what Su He was best at: lotus. Because this copy was so similar to the original, even Ji Chenxing couldn't help but be dazzled when he saw it.

Next to this lotus painting, there is a copy of a poem written by Su He himself.

After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.

Shangguan was so surprised that she was speechless, not because the copied work was so similar to the original, but because she herself had such a painting in her collection.

However, some time ago, she packed up her things and hung the painting in another room where she didn't often live. However, within one night, the painting disappeared.

She also called the police to investigate the matter at the time, but since there was no surveillance camera in her room, it was difficult to obtain evidence, so no results have been found until now.

Shangguan didn't expect that he would see this painting again in such a ridiculous way.

In order to prevent misunderstanding, Shangguan also deliberately checked the painting.

There is a shallow nail mark in the lower right corner of Shangguan’s own painting, which was deliberately made by Shangguan when he first bought the painting.

And the painting by Zhang Tian in front of him also had an identical shallow nail mark in the lower right corner. Shangguan was almost certain that this painting was the one he had lost.

Just as she was about to ask something, Qi Ziyan's hand suddenly trembled, and a cup of amber hot tea poured directly onto the painting.

Zhang Tian: ?
Shangguan: ?
Ji family:?
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my hands are shaking." Qi Ziyan apologized hastily, quickly pulled out a few tissues, and pressed hard on the tea stains.

The pollution, which was not that serious originally, increased several times in an instant, and even the drawing paper was almost punctured by Qi Ziyan.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Tian angrily pulled Qi Ziyan's hand, preventing Qi Ziyan from moving again.

"I...I was so careless."

Qi Ziyan was still holding the cup, his hands still shaking, and the scalding hot tea seemed about to spill onto the painting again.

Qi Ziyan had already checked online. A copied painting was not worth much, at most only tens of thousands of yuan. He could afford to pay for it.

The reason why he wanted to destroy the painting was because he couldn't stand Zhang Tian. He would rather give the painting to Shangguan than to himself.

Qi Ziyan felt that, at least in front of the camera, Zhang Tian was still a person who paid attention to his image, and he should not scold him like he just did.

He didn't expect that while his hands were still shaking, Zhang Tian slapped him in the face.

"I told you not to mess with me, or I'll beat you up, but you didn't listen. You're having a seizure, right? You can't control your hands, right? I'll make you shake."

Qi Ziyan couldn't defend himself and was slapped by Zhang Tian, ​​causing him to stagger and fall on the sofa next to him. Hot tea spilled on his body and his hands were still shaking.

Ji Yunfan looked at the scene in front of him and made a "tsk tsk" sound in a mocking manner.

He was not very interested in calligraphy and painting, so he had been sitting on a single sofa a little far away.

It was not until he saw Qi Ziyan being beaten that he stood up and walked forward to see what the painting that Qi Ziyan hated looked like.

"The man deserves it, but it's a pity for the painting." Ji Yunfan commented seriously, shaking his head. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he looked at Ji Chenxing in disbelief.

"Sister Xing, why is this painting exactly the same as the one you drew yesterday?!"