Chapter 45: Ji Xiaoyue was humiliated 

The next day was Mr. Fu’s 60th birthday.

Normally, people wouldn’t hold such a grand celebration, but he was an old leader, and he had many protégés.

Early in the morning, Fu Liye had the driver come to pick her up.

She brought Yan Guanshan’s painting.

She thought that according to the plot of the original book, this painting might not be valuable, but it should be decent.

When they arrived at the Fu family, Fu Kui, who had argued with her yesterday, was also there. She was accompanied by a beautiful woman.

She went in with Fu Liye.

Everyone’s eyes were on her. Fu Liye didn’t introduce Ji Xiaoyue to everyone, but directly treated her as his own and greeted the old man.

The old man’s status was high, and the people who came to celebrate his birthday were not ordinary people.

The original body had never been to such an occasion. If it were her, she would have been terrified and uneasy.

But now Ji Xiaoyue was the CEO of a listed company. She had met many big figures and dealt with many difficult clients. Such an occasion didn’t make her too nervous.

She held the painting and walked to the old man, smiling and saying, “Old Master, this is a painting from one of my elders. It’s a birthday painting, I’m giving it to you as a gift.”

Everyone was curious about what kind of gift a girl like Ji Xiaoyue, who came from the countryside, would give the old man.

After all, someone of his status wouldn’t lack anything.

Seeing that she gave a painting, everyone curiously gathered around.

The old man didn’t expect Ji Xiaoyue to give a painting either. He smiled and said to her, “I have a friend, we grew up in the same courtyard, and he’s also very good at painting.

He had some problems a few years ago and stopped painting for a long time. Now he’s back, but his hands can’t hold a brush anymore.”

Ji Xiaoyue was surprised to hear the old man’s words.

The person he described was very similar to Master Yan Guanshan.

Yan Guanshan was already a famous Chinese painting master before he was demoted. After he was demoted, the conditions were harsh, he lived in a cowshed, his hands were frozen, and the years of rheumatism had tormented him, his hands couldn’t paint for long anymore.

However, the original body Ji Xiaoyue often went to the cowshed, Yan Guanshan treated her as his own daughter and taught her painting from a young age.

“I know an uncle whose situation is similar to what you described.” Ji Xiaoyue said to the old man.

Mr. Fu was surprised, “What a coincidence.”

At this time, the woman with Fu Kui spoke softly, “Old Master Fu, let us see the painting that Comrade Ji gave you.”

As soon as she said this, many people around agreed.

Mr. Fu frowned slightly, wanting to refuse, but someone else spoke, “Old Master is the most knowledgeable about painting, he is also good at Chinese painting.”

Mr. Fu looked at Ji Xiaoyue and asked, “Then shall we open it and take a look?”

Ji Xiaoyue nodded, “Then let’s open it and take a look. This was given to me by an elder who loved me very much.”

Everyone didn’t pay attention to Ji Xiaoyue’s words, they were waiting for the old man to open it.

The scroll was opened!

It was a birthday painting, the scene was very suitable for today’s occasion.

The old man was shocked to see this painting, his eyes fixed on the signature on the painting: Yan Guanshan.

Everyone obviously also saw the signature below the scroll, they all gasped in surprise.

Yan Guanshan, the most famous Chinese painting master in the country.

His masterpieces were in high demand, and a few years ago, he was demoted because of his personality problems.

It is said that he was recently transferred back to Beijing.

He was Mr. Fu’s best friend.

Mr. Fu looked at Ji Xiaoyue in surprise, “You mean Guanshan?”

Ji Xiaoyue smiled, “Yes, this painting was given to me by Master Yan many years ago.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Kui’s sarcastic voice sounded, “Ji Xiaoyue, you probably don’t know that Yan Guanshan is the old man’s best friend.

Why did you imitate his painting? You know he can’t paint anymore. I see the signature on this painting is from five years ago.

His hands can’t paint anymore, how did he paint this for you? Besides, do you know who Yan Guanshan is, how could he know you?”

Ji Xiaoyue didn’t get angry, she looked at the old man and said to him gently, “Master Yan raised me, I’m very familiar with him.”

Fu Kui was even more sarcastic, “You’re really brave to say that.”

At this time, the woman beside her also spoke, “A Kui, don’t talk nonsense. Whether this painting is real or not, Old Master is the most authoritative.

He is a friend of Master Yan Guanshan, whether it is his masterpiece or not, Old Master will definitely know.”

Mr. Fu looked at the birthday painting, staring at Yan Guanshan’s seal and inscription, he laughed loudly, “It’s my brother Yan’s painting.”

The woman spoke again, “Old Master, didn’t you say that Master Yan’s hands have some sequelae and he hasn’t been able to paint for many years? The signature on this painting is from five years ago, this is a bit strange.”

The woman speaking was Chen Baili, the sister Baili that Fu Kui mentioned yesterday.

She was beautiful, she spoke softly and gently, she looked like a gentle woman.

She didn’t speak as aggressively as Fu Kui, she just asked softly and gently.

Actually, her words were also the doubts of everyone present.

If the signature on this painting was from ten years ago, everyone would believe it, but it was from five years ago, that’s not right.

The man’s hands can’t paint anymore, how could he paint such a painting.

Fu Kui sneered, “Ji Xiaoyue, you won’t tell us that this painting was painted by Mr. Yan specifically

“You won’t tell us that Master Yan painted this specifically for you. But all these years, he has written letters to the old man, and he himself said that his hands can’t paint anymore.”

Ji Xiaoyue looked calm and composed, “I don’t know. The Master Yan I know can indeed paint. This painting was also given to me by him. His hands are not unable to paint, just unable to paint for long periods of time.”

Ji Xiaoyue had many paintings by Yan Guanshan at home, she knew that Mr. Fu was having a birthday, so she specially chose a birthday painting.

As soon as she said this, many people around started to laugh secretly.

Yan Guanshan was Mr. Fu’s best friend, and the old man said he couldn’t paint, but Ji Xiaoyue said he could paint. Wasn’t this slapping the old man in the face?

The people present probably guessed Ji Xiaoyue’s identity, so when Ji Xiaoyue said that Yan Guanshan could still paint, they all sneered in their hearts.

Mr. Fu looked at the painting, his eyes filled with joy.

He naturally recognized his friend’s painting.

It must be his masterpiece.

He knew Yan Guanshan best, he must have been unwilling to paint for him, so he said he couldn’t paint anymore.

This old rascal!

He was about to speak when he heard Chen Baili speak softly, “Comrade Ji, I also knew Master Yan from a young age. I remember Master Yan’s habit of signing his name is not this seal. Don’t you believe me, ask everyone, his seal is not like this.”

Ji Xiaoyue glanced at the signature, she pursed her lips.

It was indeed not this one, his public works used a public seal, this was Master Yan’s private seal.

The people around looked at the painting, and the discussion became even louder.

Ji Xiaoyue felt a sense of helplessness, like a scholar meeting a soldier, there was no point in arguing.

She was about to speak when she heard a voice from the door, “I heard someone gave Old Fu a painting of mine today, who is it?”