Super Rich Man By Kiang Chapter 212
Super Rich Man by kiang Chapter 212
Through the ages
At this time, Po and Bartlett as father and son were as happy as children for the Spring Festival.
In particr, Bartlett was d to meet a weak opponent who cannot afford even decent calligraphy and
painting.
“I am 90% sure that I will be the son-inw of the Wibowo family.”
Bartlett’s heart was jubnt and triumphant.
As for Lay Wibowo, he was very satisfied when he saw that his good son-inw had the upper hand.
He believed that this was a natural result. After all, from all aspects of conditions, Leon Williams was
still far worse than Bartlett.
“Dad, I also think Leon Williams is a little rude, although it is not a birthday gift, in your capacity, the
wee gift should also go to the stage. John Doe has no signature, and it is too out of grade.” Lay
Wibowo wants Bartlett to strike while the iron is hot.
At this time, there was a feeling of hatred of iron in the heart of Indra Wibowo.
“Leon Williams, Leon Williams, I called youst night and asked you to prepare a meaningful gift. How
can you fool around with a picture that was not signed off? I should have told you in advance that today
was a dispute between you and Bartlett’s Wibowo son-inw. It’s a pity it’s toote. It’s toote!”
In a burst of sigh in his heart, Indra Wibowo regretted that he had never told Leon Williams about
recruiting a son-inw.
Fortunately, he didn’t tell Leon Williams, that if Leon Williams had known in advance, he wouldn’t have
come at all.
At this time, Leon Williams took his time, gently unfolded the word, handed it to Indra Wibowo, and
said, “Although there is no sign-off, I think it is all right, barely make do.”
There were a total of two lines in this picture: happiness is like the long-running water of the East Sea,
and its life span is longer than that of Nanshan Imperial Pine.
Indra Wibowo took it in disappointment, ready to take a nce, think of some good words, and fool the
past.
However, when his eyes fell on this picture, he was suddenly surprised!
“Here! This is! ”
Like thunder on the t ground.
Indra Wibowo’s scalp was numb and his face is dignified. He had never been so shocked in a whole
year.
“Indra Wibowo, don’t be angry, just throw away the broken word of Leon Williams. I’ll find your celebrity
calligraphy and paintingter.” Bartlett said.
“Dad, I told you, Leon Williams was no good. You don’t have to be angry at him.” After saying this, Lay
Wibowo red at Leon Williams and warned him, “From now on, you stay away from our Wibowo
family since you made the old man angry. I will let you disappear in the provincial capital!”
Then, Lay Wibowo had to call the security guard and kick Leon Williams out, with Bartlett adding to it.
But just then, Indra Wibowo yelled at his son.
“Stop! Lay Wibowo, how dare you? No one touches Leon Williams without my orders!”
Lay Wibowo looked stunned. He didn’t expect that his father would be furious with him for an outsider.
“Dad, why are you doing this?” Lay Wibowo was very puzzled.
“That’s right, Indra Wibowo! Leon Williams isn’t worth protecting at all!” Bartlett was like a flea, popping
up from time to time, disgusting.
Indra Wibowo frowned and facedy Wibowo and Bartlett, with a disgruntled face. “It’s indeed
nameless and unsigned, but it’s a rare “Brian” authentic character, not a broken character!”
Brian had a very high status in the eyes of Indra Wibowo.
Because of the authenticity of Brian, it was extremely rare in the field of calligraphy and painting
collection.
As a veteran collector, Brian was one of the most valuable calligraphers in modern times in Indra
Wibowo’s eyes.
“It is still unknown whether Mr. Brian was really gone or not. Even if he’s still in the world, I’m afraid he’s
going to die. You young people, keep your mouth shut!”
Indra Wibowo believed that Brian was probably dead. After all, there has been no news for more than
four years. Although it has not been confirmed, there were rumors in the calligraphy world that it has
gone west.
“Sir, through the ages, through the ages!”
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Indra Wibowo suddenly felt a surge of grief and sighed uncontrobly.
When Leon Williams heard Indra Wibowo’s emotion, he frowned.
“Shit! I’m alive and well, a thousand years of wool, so don’t curse me!”
Leon Williams was depressed.
Disappeared for more than four years but was only arranged by the family to test the task, it was not to
drive the crane to the west at all.
It was only because Leon Williams’s penmanship was so old and amazing that the calligraphy world
thought that he was an old man with rich experience.
At this time,y Wibowo’s face also became serious and serious.
“Dad, was it the real Brian? Could there be a mistake? Brian was not high yield. What if it was a high
imitation?”
Although Lay Wibowo didn’t admire Brian as much as his father, he knew that the name was
particrly famous in the calligraphy world and can be called a generation of mysterious legends.
“If you see for yourself, it’s absolutely authentic. I can’t be wrong.” Indra Wibowo handed the word to
his son.
Lay Wibowo took it over and looked at it carefully and confirmed that it was not an imitation, but he felt
very strange when he saw that he had not signed off.
“Dad, the original Brian used to have his old man’s signature, but will there be any problem if the style
of this calligraphy was changed?”
To ask why there was no registration, only Leon Williams knew best.
Last night, Indra Wibowo asked him to prepare a gift that he thought was meaningful. Leon Williams
temporarily wrote this word, hoping that Indra Wibowo can live a long and healthy life.
However, his seal was in Didu’s home, so it was not signed off.
Unlike the previous times, this time Leon Williams did not deliberately write ugly characters but used
the normal level.
The main Indra Wibowo was not bad for him, so he took this opportunity to give Indra Wibowo an
authentic painting.
“Brother Brian doesn’t stick to one style, and his fame was fleeting in the blink of an eye. A great
calligrapher like him can leave no money behind. After all, he has reached its peak in the calligraphy
world, and it was difficult for others to imitate it.” Indra Wibowo sighed.
Leon Williams was speechless when he heard this, and cried bitterly in his heart, “Still an old brother? I
am in my prime, facing the wind, not a bad old man in his nies!”
“That’s right. Brian was already in another world. How could I have guessed what he has in mind?” Lay
Wibowo could not help but feel, “What a pity if Brian were still there, he could have left more ink
treasure!”
Sweat!
Leon Williams was sweating!
The atmosphere at the scene was skewed, and it was like a memorial service!
“Indra Wibowo, Lay Wibowo, was not a word like that. It is not an authentic calligrapher in ancient
times. I think it is very ordinary. After all, it is from our time, not an old thing.” Bartlett was so
unconvinced that he felt that the jade he gave him was even better.
“You don’t understand. The appreciation of literary games should not only focus on the old and the
new, but also artistic attainments. Carter Baishi’s paintings are not old either. Can you say that they are
very ordinary?” Indra Wibowo gave Bartlett a look of disgust.
Indra Wibowo thought Bartlett was so rude that he didn’t know calligraphy, but he dared to nder it
and immediately got angry.
At this time, Lay Wibowo unexpectedly rejected and said, “Bartlett, you should improve your ability to
appreciate art in the future. Don’t make a joke.”
Bartlett’s face flushed with embarrassment.
He regretted that he should not have said anything if he had known, but he was overshadowed by Leon
Williams and could not control himself at all.
At this time, Indra Wibowo was still unable to extricate himself from the mood of grief.
He was so obsessed with Brian’s calligraphy that he wanted to meet him many times, but he was sorry
to hear that the other person had passed away.
This became a great regret in his life.
Thinking of Indra Wibowo’s emotion here, he sighed with a long sigh, “The road of life is restrained,
pen, ink, paper, and inkstone seek the true solution. It’s still a frightening dream to be away for a while,
but how can we talk about it after that? ”
Leon Williams, damn it, dog!
“Stop, Indra Wibowo. We can change the subject to something a little happier.”
‘Fuck these heavy mourning poems, used in the elegiac couplet was the most suitable.’ Leon Williams
almost spits out a mouthful of old blood.
Now, Bartlett finally found the opportunity, he snapped at Leon Williams, “Indra Wibowo wants to
express his views, it is true temperament. You know what? Do not think that you sent Indra Wibowo a
real Brian, you know calligraphy, you are just a blind cat to meet a dead mouse, to Brian, shoes are not
worthy!”