Awakening the Daily Intelligence System

It depicts five ancient famous horses.

Next to each horse, there stands a Xi official or stableman, leading the horse by the bridle, and the artist even thoughtfully added notes next to each horse that include their names, origins, age, and dimensions.

The five horses in order are “Phoenix-Headed Dappled Horse,” “Brocade-Skinned Dappled Horse,” “Fine-Headed Sorrel,” “Night-Glowing White.”

Only the fifth horse is without a name.

According to the information Lin Mo found last night, Zhu Da is the seventeenth son of Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Quan’s ninth-generation descendant. After the Ming Dynasty fell, he shaved his head to become a monk, later converted to Taoism, and lived in the Qingyunpu Taoist Temple in Nanchang, excelling in calligraphy and painting.

According to records of daily life in the temple, the dimensions of Zhu Da’s “Yellow Sparrow Painting” are less than a quarter of “The Five Horse Painting.”

And this also makes sense, after all, it’s more reasonable to hide a smaller painting within a larger one.

All this was the information Lin Mo had looked up last night.

“Where would it be hidden?”

Lin Mo frowned slightly and looked immediately at the fifth horse without a name.

Since the others were detailed and marked, perhaps the “Yellow Sparrow Painting” was hidden in this unmarked space?

He looked carefully but discovered nothing.

He also felt with his hand; the paper was very smooth, with no apparent bulges.

In fact, after feeling it, Lin Mo felt a bit silly. If there was a noticeable bulge, wouldn’t others be blind not to notice it?

Zhang Yihua had no idea what Lin Mo was scrutinizing and thought he was verifying authenticity, so he was also very serious in helping to look.

Moreover, he appreciated “The Five Horse Painting” more because, after all, he’d been professionally involved in animation for many years and had ample knowledge of painting.

However, he knew nothing about antiques and couldn’t understand why, even after Xiang Feiwen’s attitude, Lin Mo still insisted on spending a lot of money to buy a painting.

Was Lin Mo an idiot?

In his heart, clearly not.

And after a few interactions, Zhang Yihua was increasingly aware of Lin Mo’s sophistication.

Suddenly,

he vividly remembered what Lin Mo had said when they entered the market.

[Actually, the lottery thing was just a lie I told in the class group, purely out of annoyance, and the money 1 invested in you came from making a profit off antique bargains.]

Huh?

Bargains?

Could there be a bargain in this painting?

Zhang Yihua glanced at Lin Mo and then at Xiang Feiwen standing beside him, feeling somewhat expectant.

If this really was a bargain and they made a profit, what kind of tears would Xiang Feiwen cry?

Xiang Feiwen, of course, was oblivious to what Lin Mo and Zhang Yihua were thinking; he was delighted.

Especially seeing Lin Mo handle the ancient painting barehanded, he almost laughed out loud with joy.

Indeed,

indeed, no matter how much money Lin Mo has, he’s still a bumpkin!

Trying to pretend to be cultured?

Ha, you, a construction laborer, think you qualify?

You’re a laborer one day, and you’ll be a laborer your whole life!

Just then.

Lin Mo, who couldn’t figure anything out, finally gave up. He shook his head with a wry smile and looking up at Xiang Feiwen, he said, “Xiang boss, may I borrow something from you, if you don’t mind?”

Huh?

Xiang Feiwen, still immersed in joy, was startled, and after reacting, nodded repeatedly, “Oh, as I said, why call me Xiang boss? It feels so distant, just call me Old Xiang, or even Little Xiang if you insist.”

“We mustn’t let our relationship become distant.”

He indeed had liked Li Jinwen and also genuinely detested Lin Mo.

But money changes everything; who would want to antagonize money? Certainly not him!

Now that Lin Mo had been tagged with labels like fat pig, simpleton with too much money, and country bumpkin, Xiang Feiwen’s mind was filled with the thought of making another score from Lin Mo, so naturally, he had to be humble.

If Lin Mo made him another 800,000 to 1,000,000, he wouldn’t mind even if he took his wife away for a couple of days.

After all, he was already sick of his nagging wife and wouldn’t mind replacing her.

Lin Mo smiled and waved his hand, “I wouldn’t dare. Me, a construction laborer who could never earn 1.2 million in a lifetime, 1 truly can’t presume to rise to boss Xiang’s level.”

Slap!

Xiang Feiwen, a tough character, slapped himself hard on the face, “Lin, 1 apologize, I’m such an idiot! As long as you’re not mad at me, you can call the shots, you want me to kneel and kowtow to you?”

???

Zhang Yihua was dumbfounded,

what’s going on?

Weren’t they just about to fight a moment ago?

This is high-level drama!

Lin Mo was also stunned for a moment; he hadn’t expected Xiang Feiwen to be so flexible.

It’s true, those who climb up from the bottom always have that something extra.

Just like Song Xuyan.

But in Lin Mo’s eyes, Xiang Feiwen’s level was far inferior to Song Xuyan’s level.

His performance was stiff, without any emotional involvement.

When Song Xuyan shows weakness, it genuinely makes you feel sympathetic toward him.

But that’s normal.

Song Xuyan is so much older, how old is Xiang Feiwen?

To have achieved this much at the age of 30 is already remarkable.

His future is immeasurable.

“Hey hey hey, what’s this, too much, too much, 1 was just joking, self-harm is so bad for you.” Lin Mo chuckled, took out his phone, and as he looked at it, said: “Then I’ll trouble you, comrade Xiang, could you fetch me a bowl of clean water, some tweezers, a small spray bottle, a set of paper-cutting knives, and then a roll of plastic film and two brushes specially designed for brushing rice paper..”