What Lin Jun was holding was such a painting.

To be honest, Lin Changchen didn't know Lin Jun at all. Although he had heard of the name of the Baccarat Group, this was a bit far from his job and he didn't care much about it.

If Lin Jun came to visit alone, there was a high possibility of being turned away.

However, this was introduced by the Long family. Even if Lin Changchen didn't want to see Lin Jun, he had to act politely and deal with it for the sake of the Long family.

It is impossible to write two words Lin in one stroke. This statement is not taken seriously by people like Lin Changchen.

"Kobayashi, what is this thing you are carrying?"

As soon as Lin Jun put down the gift, Lin Changchen spoke.

"Old Lin." Lin Changchen is in his sixties, with half-bare hair, an ice rink in the middle and a barbed wire fence on all sides. It is more appropriate to call him "Old Lin".

"This is just a gadget, imitating the intention of mountains, rivers and autumn painted by Fuchun Mountain people."

"Oh, then open it and take a look."

I heard it was a modern imitation painting, and Lin Changchen's expression relaxed.

Lin Jun stood up and opened it. Lin Changchen approached and looked at it, saying, "No, the brushwork is simple and ancient, the brushwork is vigorous, the artistic conception is profound, the context is clear, and the imitation is very well done. By the way, Xiaolin, how much is this worth?"

"This is worthless. Friends like to draw ancient paintings and draw them by themselves. I heard that you like these elegant things, so I will take them to show you."

"I just like this thing. If you are valuable, I dare not accept it. It was painted by my friend. Then I'm not polite. Kobayashi, if you have time to let your friend come over and sit down, I will talk to him, and I also like to chat with these literati and scholars."

"Okay." Lin Jun responded.
Chapter completed!