It’s sad to say, but although China and A Country are both within the sphere of Han culture, the transmission of Han culture in China is not as proactive as in A Country. In recent years, A Country’s calligraphy and painting society has become quite famous on Y Continent, always attracting crowds at the exhibitions. Content originally comes from Nove1Fire.net
This time, A Country’s calligraphy and painting society held its exhibition at the Imperial Capital’s Exhibition Center. Many calligraphy and painting enthusiasts came specifically for the event. By eight o’clock in the morning, the outdoor parking lot of the Exhibition Center was already full of cars.
The young man’s face was taut as he showed his ticket and went inside.
There was no shortage of people inside the venue, with groups of two or three strolling around, and from time to time, several professors wearing reading glasses could be seen sighing.
"You... you’re Liu Zheng, right? Have you recovered? Weren’t you diagnosed with..." An elderly man with a white beard, holding a magnifying glass, suddenly stopped the man who was hurrying along.
Liu Zheng’s steps came to an abrupt halt as he looked at the slightly embarrassed elder and smiled warmly, "You must be Grandpa Li, right? I’m Liu Zheng. I did have a mental illness some time ago, but I’m fine now. Please don’t worry."
The elder was somewhat flustered, now you can cure mental illness?
"Well, it’s good that you’re better. But are you also here for the exhibition?" Grandpa Li couldn’t help but feel a trace of admiration. Impressive, recovering from a serious illness and immediately coming to see a calligraphy and painting exhibition. He probably couldn’t do it himself.
Liu Zheng’s smile became even more rigid as he exchanged a few pleasantries with Grandpa Li and strode further inside, quickly scanning the exhibition.
His dear sister Liu Yuyou had sold their Liu Family’s heirloom! How could he not come and see for himself?
The exhibition covered a wide area, with several thousand items on display. Liu Zheng quickly looked over them and stopped in front of a long scroll painting, his eyes reddening as he stared at the painting inside the glass showcase.
There was a time when he just needed to go to the study to see the painting. His dear sister had sold their heirloom, and to A Country people no less! It was contemptible and despicable!
Perhaps because Liu Zheng had been standing too long, a man wearing a black suit from A Country came over with a smile, "Sir, do you really painting?"
Liu Zheng could barely maintain his smile. How could he not like his family’s heirloom?
Would he have allowed Liu Yuyou to sell the painting if he hadn’t been insane at the time?
Liu Zheng, exercising patience, looked at the exhibition manager and sincerely asked, "May I ask if this Moon Shadow Painting could be sold to me?"
To think he would have to spend money to buy back his own family’s possession...
With this in mind, Liu Zheng remained unmoved by the behavior of Liu Yuyou coming to him weepingly that morning, begging him not to sue.
The manager was stunned for a moment, "Buy it back? How... How could it be sold?"
This is an exhibition. Have you ever seen paintings sold at an exhibition?
Liu Zheng continued, "I know your exhibition is unusual. This Moon Shadow Painting is my Liu Family’s heirloom. I just hope I can buy it back by paying money, please make an exception for me."
The friendly expression of the manager from A Country turned cold in an instant, looking quite unpleased.
What does it mean "this exhibition is unusual"? Are these words threatening them?
Are they suggesting to everyone that behind A Country’s calligraphy and painting society is the Demonic Cultivator organization of A Country?
Liu Zheng tried his luck and asked, "Or maybe you could let me talk with your boss?"
The manager glared at him and quickly made his way to the resting area. Before long, the manager was escorting a middle-aged man as they approached.
Liu Zheng guessed he must be the real boss of the calligraphy and painting society.
Li Can glanced at the manager and looked at Liu Zheng with a smile, "It’s not impossible to buy the painting back. We’re all friends, after all."
Liu Zheng was momentarily elated, then heard Li Can say, "Our calligraphy and painting society isn’t short of money. There’s no need for you to pay. We’ll trade painting for painting."