My Waste Husband

Chapter 135

Henry looked at Sylvia's serious appearance and felt a little funny. This woman was not usually as nervous as she was now, even when she was dealing with businesses worth millions.

"All right, all right, I'll keep it in mind." Henry made an OK gesture.

"Also, the brushes are divided into many kinds, such as flat, rounded, and fan-shaped. What are these for? You should check on the Internet quickly and find out the most basic things. There are two oil paintings in the room. You just add some base to the Sunrise. You can take the brush to paint casually and move a little bit gently and slowly, and then it will be fine. Do you understand? Try to finish it and then we will go to eat. Then this matter will be over."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Henry raised his arm and put it on Sylvia's shoulders. "When did I let you down?"

"Huh?" Sylvia thought about it. It seemed that he really did not make any mistakes when dealing with things.

When Sylvia was about to say something, she saw Mark coming out of the study.

“Mr. Zhang, Sunrise in your room can be said to have completely reconstructed Master Ferger’s original work. Do you also like his work?”

"Yes." Henry nodded and said, "I met Sylvia at Master Ferger's exhibition. His work brought me so much happiness."

"Mr. Zhang, you are such a romantic person." Mark's eyes wandered between Henry and Sylvia, with a complicated look in his eyes. "I don't know what Mr. Zhang is researching recently. I see that Mr. Zhang has prepared a lot of Chinese art paper. Are you planning to learn traditional Chinese painting?"

"Well, I do have some ideas." Henry nodded. "But traditional Chinese painting is too sophisticated. It's hard to achieve anything in a short time. This time, Mr. Fong, I hope you can give me some advice."

"Haha, Mr. Zhang, you flatter me. Looking at your Sunrise, it is easy to see that your painting skills are not inferior to mine. There is no need to give advice. If you have time, we can go to drink tea at the tea house together."

As soon as they heard the tea house, Sylvia and Milan's faces changed at the same time. Sylvia gave Henry a look repeatedly, indicating that he should not agree.

"Of course, we can do it anytime," Henry replied with a smile.

"Better to do it sooner than later. Now it's lunchtime. There should be a lot of people in the tea house. Let's go now."

They went out of the apartment one after another and got in their own cars. Sylvia drove her Mercedes-Benz and Henry was with her.

"Why did you agree to drink tea?" Sylvia, who was driving, looked very unhappy.

"Didn't you say that we should go to have a meal as soon as possible? "He brought it up, I agreed," Henry replied.

"You! Hey!" Sylvia took a look at Henry and sighed heavily. She shook her head and said, "It's not your fault. Tea house as a term, people don't go there only to have a meal."

"What do you mean?" Henry asked curiously. He had never heard of this tea house before.

"The so-called tea house is a place specifically used to discuss painting. There is such a place in every province's city. There is a rule for the tea house. For every meal, a painting will be taken out

for the people present to discuss, to check the authenticity and validity of the painting. Those who dare to drink at tea house are quite good at painting. Mark asked you to drink tea because he wants to compete with you and earn some respect."

"I see." Henry nodded thoughtfully. Since he came here, the people he had been in touch with were all famous international painting masters, and what he had seen were all authentic works. Indeed, he had never heard of the tea house.

On the Aiyi River, there was a wooden bridge. The bridge was dark red and full of a sense of time. Crossing over the bridge, there was a wooden house. The wooden house was not big, and it was quaint. There was smoke above the tea house. This was Yinzhou's house.

This tea house was very famous in Yinzhou. It only served vegetarian dishes and had excellent taste. Many rich people would like to come here to have a meal, but not everyone would be accepted. The most basic thing was that you needed to be a member of the painting association. Because this was a place for art appreciation, eating and drinking were not important, but talking about paintings was the most important thing.

After Mark revealed his identity as a high-level member of the Yanjing Painting Association, he was naturally allowed to get in. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Although Sylvia was one of the richest people in Yinzhou, it was her first time coming to this tea house, so she was full of curiosity.

The house was built on the surface of the water, and it was built of wood. Standing in it alone, you would feel a kind of detached artistic conception as if you had returned to the ancient era where scholars could talk and laugh freely.

The area of the restaurant was not big. The dining hall was only a hundred square meters. There were a total of 16 wooden tables. Each table was wiped clean, and only six people could sit at one

table.

The walls around the restaurant were full of traditional Chinese paintings for people to appreciate.

The five people, including Henry, sat on a wooden table in a corner, casually ordered a pot of tea and some vegetable dishes. They did not pursue delicious food. After all, there were three international chefs sitting on this table now. If they really wanted to eat delicious food, none of these dishes would be as delicious as the ones made by them.

At this time, there were still two tables of people sitting in the dining room. Both of them ordered a pot of tea, holding a drawing board and writing on the drawing board with wolf-hair brush in their hands.

Soon, a few plates of delicate vegetarian dishes were placed in front of Henry and others, which smelled extremely nice. The five of them ate and chatted while eating. None of them mentioned the paintings. Instead, they talked about interesting things when they were at school, which made Sylvia relieved. However, the less they chatted, the less chance of talking about paintings. On the way here, she urged Henry to check about traditional Chinese painting on the Internet. But how much could he find?

While they were chatting, more and more people were gathering in the restaurant.

Henry was not very familiar with the painting industry so before he came to this restaurant, he had never thought that so many people would come to the restaurant to discuss painting. All the 16 tables in the restaurant were full, and there were still some people coming. Because there were no seats left, they left resentfully.

Although the three girls, including Sylvia, were sitting in the corner, they became the most beautiful scenery in the restaurant. There was even a painter who had already waved the brush to paint these three girls.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's my first time to meet you." A fat middle-aged man couldn't help talking to them. "I'm Richard Wan. I run a small art gallery in Yinzhou."

The fat middle-aged man handed a business card their table. To be exact, he handed it to Sylvia and the other two girls.

"Boss Wan, if that's just a small gallery, then mine can't even be counted as one. Your gallery is the biggest in this city. Its size is 800 square meters." said the person who was sitting at the same table as Richard.