Rebirth in the 80s: From street stalls to the spotlight of domestic products

"Brother, do you know Brother Mu Zhi?"

Wu Su asked back: "What? Don't you know?"

"What do I know?"

"Hey, look at my brain. You were still on a mission when my brother fell last time. No wonder you didn't know that Wang Muzhi is the kind person who sent our brother to the hospital."

"what!"

Wu Guo was stunned.

It turns out that Wang Muzhi has such a connection with his family!

"Muzhi, you really didn't say a word. You saved my brother first, and then you saved me. I really can't repay these two lives!"

Wang Muzhi waved his hand and said relaxedly: "It takes a little effort, but it doesn't matter."

"Have you seen it? Take a look. This is the little brother Mu. He does good deeds without leaving his name. He doesn't even mention it."

The more Wu Huaizhen looked at Wang Muzhi, the more he liked him.

Wang Muzhi also quickly smiled and said: "Mr. Wu, please don't praise me. This is really not a big deal. In fact, Brother Guo has also helped me a lot in my career. I just didn't expect to see you when I come here this time." , it is indeed an unexpected surprise.”

"Yes, brother, fate, this is all fate."

Wu Guo knew Wu Huai's character.

Since his family was poor since he was a child, Wu Huai is very grateful to everyone who has helped them. He is afraid that something sorry will happen to him. Regardless of his current status, he will be extremely polite once he encounters them.

If we keep talking like this, the protagonist today is probably Wang Muzhi. What about Rang Feihong?

The occasion is wrong.

Wang Mu was such a big shot in his previous life, and his observation of words and expressions was first-rate. As soon as his eyes glanced at the faces of the Wu brothers and Wu Su, he immediately understood what they were thinking. They should not do things that overshadow the guests.

The conversation changed and his eyes fell on a 20-year-old girl next to him who was slim and graceful.

"Mr. Wu, this must be the daughter of a rich man."

"Yes, this is my daughter. We were nearly [-] when we gave birth to this daughter. She is very precious, but this girl also managed to get into college."

"That's just right, Grace."

Wang Muzhi shouted, and Li Enhui handed the painting to Wang Muzhi.

"Mu Zhi, I accept your wishes, but forget about this painting."

Wu Huai's expression was startled, and his tone was obviously a little harsh. The fondness he had for Wang Muzhi just now was also diluted a lot.

This young man can only be like those people and engage in gift-giving. Did I misjudge him?

"Mr. Wu, don't get me wrong. I don't have that much money to give you those famous calligraphy and paintings. This painting was painted by my wife herself. It's not a treasure. It just represents a little bit of our feelings. Don't dislike it. "

"Drawed by your own hand?"

The grudge in Wu Huai's heart was lessened.

If it were really painted by his own hand, the meaning of this painting would be different.

"Okay, then I'll open it and take a look, but Mu Zhi, don't try to trick me. I have famous calligraphers and painters here, and you can tell at a glance whether they were painted by themselves.

If you lie to me then, don't blame me for kicking you out. "

Wang Muzhi looked at Li Enhui, who nodded, and then made a gesture of invitation.

Everyone in the room gathered around curiously, Wu Guo and Wu Su also breathed a sigh of relief, and their eyes showed more admiration for Wang Muzhi.

The scroll unfolded, and a horse appeared in everyone's eyes, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Wu Huai's eyes also lit up.

Yes, if the painting is good, it can be seen that it was painted by someone with good skills.

"How's that old man?"

Wu Huai looked at the middle-aged man beside him.

The middle-aged man didn't take it seriously at first, but after taking a closer look, he took out his glasses and put the painting under the sun to examine it carefully.

Snapped!

He slapped his thigh suddenly and blurted out.

"Good! Well done! It's really rare to be able to draw this kind of ink painting at such a young age.

You can see that this horse uses two techniques: accumulated ink and light ink. The clever combination is really unique. Look at this horse, which is unrestrained, majestic and majestic. The four hooves generate wind and are very dynamic.

The only flaw is that it lacks a bit of charm, but for a young man, it is already amazing, not to mention that it was actually written by a lesbian. It is wonderful, it is really wonderful! "

As the middle-aged man finished speaking, everyone's eyes were focused on Li Enhui.

Li Enhui was a bit timid, and felt uncomfortable being watched by so many people. She quickly moved a few steps and hid herself behind Wang Mu.

The middle-aged man looked at the painting with emotion on his face and said directly: "Little brother, can you tell your wife if you can give this painting to me?"

what?

Everyone in the room was stunned for a moment.

Wu Huai was the first to react.

"Go, go, Lao Zhao, you are here to cause trouble, right? This painting is for my daughter, what's going on with you?"

"Old Wu, don't be so stingy. Your relationship with Mu Zhi is so good, why don't you just let this lesbian draw a picture for you?"

"No, absolutely not. This painting must be given to my daughter. Don't even think about it."

The two men, who together were a hundred years old, kept talking to each other, and finally their eyes fell on Li Enhui.

"Enhui, tell yourself, who is this painting for?"

"I...I listen to Mu Zhi."

Li Enhui had never seen this scene before, so he handed this hot potato directly to Wang Muzhi.

"Mr. Wu, Mr. Zhao, this painting is for Feihong. The horse symbolizes radicality, unrestrainedness, loyalty and agility.

In ancient times, horses often shared life and death with their owners, honor and disgrace, and this spirit has always been respected.

The ancients often described a person as a "thousand-mile horse". We hereby wish Feihong success in his studies and his early growth into a pillar of the country. "

"Well said, hahaha, so well said!"

These words made Wu Huai laugh and clapped his hands repeatedly. Others also applauded Wang Muzhi sincerely. Hua Hongzhuang and Ren Changxia, who were standing next to him, shook their heads in shame, feeling very convinced.

Obviously he was several years older than Wang Muzhi, but in this situation, Wang Muzhi's performance simply surpassed them.

"Fei Hong, come here and shake hands with your brother Mu Zhi. This gift is very meaningful. I accept it."

At first glance, Wu Feihong looks like a child who grew up in very good conditions.

Apricot face, peach cheeks, face like Wodan.

Compared with Wang Hongying at home, she is from a different world.

Although he is a few years younger than Li Enhui, he has no stage fright at all. Wang Muzhi came over and shook hands with Li Enhui generously and hugged Li Enhui.

"Thank you, brother Mu, thank you sister-in-law Enhui."

Then he turned his eyes and looked at Wang Muzhi.

"Brother Mu Zhi, why don't you write a word on it? One of you will draw and the other will write. This will be perfect."

"Feihong, you girl, don't make trouble."

Wu Huai scolded.

You must know that calligraphy is not that easy. He originally thought about asking Lao Zhao to write the inscription after everyone left, but he did not expect that his daughter would throw this issue to Wang Muzhi face to face.

If you shirk or write poorly, it will be a bit self-defeating, and it will also appear that you are making things difficult for others.