Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master’s Wife-Chasing Strategy

Qiao Wangbei is not a high-profile person, most people in the exhibition hall do not know him.

Just looking at a thin, tall and capable middle-aged man, he rushed in like a fire, his black eyes narrowed, as if there were thousands of troops and horses, and his head was neat and clean.

Because his body is too thin and thin, it makes him look a little bit like a bone and a pin, cold and sinister, giving people a very mean and cold impact.

He was about to rush to the booth when the organizer stopped him, "Sir?"

Now that the stage is chaotic enough, what kind of god is this.

Many people below didn't know him either, and they were all talking about him, until an industry insider who knew him said his name, "Isn't this Qiao Wangbei, Qiao Lao's only son!"

The organizer was dumbfounded.

They originally wanted to use Yu Tangchun's plagiarism to promote Gao Xue's publicity, but now that Gao Xue's plagiarism was picked up, then they had sued Yu Tangchun before, which seemed to be a joke.

The head of the Qiao family has come out now, and it is clear that he is here to settle accounts.

"Go away!" Qiao Wangbei shouted angrily, so frightened that the staff who stopped him pulled back angrily.

Autumn in the capital was already expected to be chilly. He was dressed in thin clothes, with a tall and tall figure, and his sharp eyebrows made the cool autumn wind seem overshadowed, and he rushed directly to the stage.

"Uncle..." Song Fengwan dragged Wu Yuxin back.

Wu Yuxin's eyes were red with fright, and she stared blankly at the middle-aged man on stage.

Jing Hanchuan raised his hand and touched Fu Chen, "Is this Miss Song's uncle?"

"Um."

"Looking at it, I know it's not easy to provoke. What kind of sin have you done to provoke such a large family." Jing Hanchuan smiled a little gloating.

Fu Chen coughed and said nothing. Yu Guang looked around the scene and saw Qiao Xiyan smoking at the door.

Wearing a long black trench coat, he lit a cigarette with his face slightly sideways. The lights under the stage were relatively dim.

Xu Shi noticed Fu Chen's attention and squinted at him.

Qiao Xiyan, a person who does manual work, has much better eyes than ordinary people. He saw Fu Chen at a glance and nodded slightly at him.

The secluded eyes, as thick as the deep sea, peep into the boundless.

Jing Hanchuan followed Fu Chen's line of sight.

"Qiao Xiyan?" In fact, the ancestors of the two families have friendship, but the younger generation has no connection, and the Qiao family is born with a pair of phoenix eyes, which are very recognizable.

"Well." Fu Chen nodded.

"It doesn't look very easy to mess with."

"Qiao's family has been the kind of knives since childhood, what do you think?" Fu Chen chuckled lightly.

"Anyone in his family doesn't understand about the two of you?"

Fu Chen shook his head.

"I think so, looking at the behavior of the father and son, if you know that Miss Song is not yet an adult and you are kidnapped again, I am afraid that it will be extremely difficult for you to live until now." Jing Hanchuan joked.

"When I first met Josie Yan, he gave me a slap in the face."

"So powerful?" Jing Hanchuan chuckled lightly, "According to your temperament, you directly fuck him?" He smiled a little gloating.

It's not that Fu Chen can't move Qiao Xiyan, it's that he doesn't dare.

Song Fengwan is just such a cousin. This is the future eldest brother. Fu Chen and he are just facing each other. It will be even more difficult to marry a daughter-in-law in the future.

"Jing Hanchuan, unless you find an orphan in the future, the road I walk today will always meet you in the future, and the resistance will only be greater than me."

Jing Hanchuan raised his eyebrows. Could it be that sweets are not delicious? Why fall in love.

"I think it's good to listen to operas and raise fish every day." I don't know how comfortable life is every day, why should I ask for trouble and find a daughter-in-law?

...

on the stand at the moment

Gao Xue heard that this person was Qiao Wangbei. When she shouted loudly at Song Fengwan just now, her flushed face turned from blue to white in an instant, her expression was frightened, and she felt like she was living in a ghost.

Anyone who knows Mr. Qiao knows that his son inherited his father's business, and because he was too invested in carving stone and jade, people outside gave him a nickname——

【Joe Madman】

Not only is he obsessed with carving, but the most important thing is that his temper is not very good. If he gets anxious, he will be no different from a lunatic.

I had only heard rumors before, but seeing a real person was naturally another scene.

This person is not easy to mess with.

When the organizer learned that Gao Xue was plagiarizing, he was already shocked. He didn't expect the situation to be even worse, so the Qiao family came directly to the door.

"What did you just say, who did you plagiarize lately?" Qiao Wangbei looked at Gao Xue, and the eyes that had been focused on for a long time were extremely sharp.

With the advantage of height, looking down at her from a height, there is a tendency to swallow mountains and rivers.

If not just when he got off the car, Qiao Xiyan had confiscated his tools, he really wanted to take this girl...

Qiao Xiyan's attitude is also tough, "Then you want to show your real skills in front of the national audience, and then get arrested? Are you happy?"

"Before we came here, we said that civilization will solve this matter. If you insist on using the knife, then I will go! You stay in the car honestly."

"You hurt someone on the stage, the matter is resolved, you also went in and squatted, then you will really give grandpa a face."

He was so angry that he almost didn't smoke this kid, why did he talk to his father like that!

At this moment, he has no tools in the book, and his hands are itchy!

Looking at the brazen person in front of him, he wished he could go up and kick him a few times before he was willing.

Qiao Wangbei stared at Gao Xue, "Why are you dumb, talking? You said just now, who copied Wanwan?"

"I, I..." Gao Xue was stunned by his aura, she didn't know what to say for a while?

"Death is imminent, and you still want to drag yourself into the water every night. I'll let you die today." Qiao Wangbei looked around at the people beside him, "Who is the organizer?"

"Me!" President Qi was drenched in cold sweat at this moment.

Speaking of which, Gao Xue's designs are all patented, and now they are suspected of plagiarism. This room full of design paintings will definitely not be sold. They have also paid a lot for this design exhibition.

I'm afraid that all the hard work has to be wasted, and the thought of not only losing money but also ruining his reputation, he is also devastated.

If it weren't for special circumstances, he would have wanted to go up and kick Gao Xue.

Damn, it's fine if you want to die, you have to drag a group of them along with them.

"You should have a computer here that can display images. There are some pictures in there. Please release them." Qiao Wangbei handed him a USB flash drive.

President Qi took the U disk tremblingly, as if it was hot to the hand, and his hands were shaking badly.

Everyone was staring at the big screen, and soon, a picture appeared on the huge projection.

The brushwork is old and delicate, and the bones are romantic. The characters in the painting are vividly drawn. There is also a row of inscriptions on the lower right side of the painting. The signature is: [Qiao Yuhe].

Joe's style has always been unique.

When he was young, he was fresh and handsome, and he was dedicated to innovation. When he was over fifty, his creative style became more sophisticated and majestic, and his ink coloring became more bold and magnificent.

A few years before his death, the paintings on display were simple in brushstrokes, but able to outline a magnificent and magnificent artistic conception. Some paintings were auctioned, and most of them were collected by various museums.

Always imitated, never surpassed.

So until now, when people mention Qiao Yuhe, they still respectfully call him Old Qiao.

The camera moved slowly, and the paintings inside continued to emerge, all of which were paintings that had never been seen before, which made many experts present exclaimed.

Since Qiao Lao passed away, except for some collections that can be seen in the museum, no paintings have been published.

So that for many years, his public paintings have been fired to sky-high prices, not to mention unpublished treasures.

There are thirty or forty pictures in this special release. How many treasures is this Qiao family hiding?

It's just that the more people look at it, the more they feel that these words seem familiar. Offstage and in front of the live broadcast room, everyone is discussing these paintings.

"This is the real work of Qiao Lao."

"Absolutely yes. Old Qiao's style is too unique. So many people imitate him. It looks fake at first glance. It must be true. This is his unique style."

"These should be genuine works that have never been seen before. How do I think I've seen them somewhere?"

"The painting in front and the one that Gao Xue won the award have a very high degree of acquaintance, I rely on it, this is absolutely amazing."

"What about the youngest gold medal winner, this old Qiao painting that has been misappropriated, how shameless he dares to step on the Qiao family."

...

Gao Xue was so stiff that she couldn't walk, no one was more shocked than she saw these paintings.

Because these paintings have never been made public, naturally no one has seen them. If she didn't give her ten courage, she wouldn't dare to copy Qiao Lao's paintings.

Song Fengwan imitated his grandfather's? Qiao Lao still has so many unpublished design paintings?

Many people in the industry say that after Qiao Lao's arm can't be lifted, no works will come out, and it will be the end.

"What? Do you think you've seen these paintings somewhere?" Qiao Wangbei chuckled, "Because all of them were stolen by some shameless madman, even in his own name."

"Didn't you say that Wan Wan imitated someone?"

"Since taking the pen in the evening, her father has always been the enlightenment and supervision of her own. Her brushstrokes are naturally very close to her father's. Her father also specially drew an enlightenment picture book for her. Who do you think she learned?"

Qiao Wangbei pressed closer step by step, and the cold and intimidating aura rushed towards him, making Gao Xue retreat again and again in fright.

"I know you may question the authenticity of these paintings. Most of them are not in our home. Before my father's death, most of the paintings were donated to Wu Su or the National Museum, but the collections in the museum were not exhibited. ."

"In order to allow us to chat and comfort, the museum staff deliberately took pictures of each painting and made a book as a gift to us."

"The letter of thanks has been collected by the family so far. If you don't believe it, you can call for consultation. Many of the paintings have been treasured."

"Many of the pictures were copied by my father to Wanwan to enlighten her on her studies, but I didn't expect that they would be used by people with a heart, and it actually caused such a disturbance."

"Even the Qiao family and Yu Tangchun were implicated. What's wrong with our father's design and drawing of jade? How did we become plagiarism?"

Qiao Wangbei's words were sonorous and powerful.

Moreover, the words are clear and coherent. The most important thing is that these paintings are all in the collection and are only for public disclosure. All of these paintings can be verified.

This kind of thing cannot be fabricated out of thin air, nor can it be fabricated temporarily.

Song Fengwan smiled and said, "Mr. Gao has been holding on to the matter of my retirement, so I will say it directly. I am still young, so I don't have any talent for designing and drawing."

"It was my grandfather who was enlightened early, but after I enrolled in school, these things were thrown away. It took two years to pick up the brush again. I imitated my grandfather's paintings."

"The school design competition, the pictures I created, although I completed them independently, but I can see the shadow of my grandfather. I don't think I created it personally, so I temporarily withdrew from the competition."

Everyone looked at each other in dismay. This is a very reasonable reason. Those who are engaged in design and creation all pay attention to their personal characteristics.

"I just didn't expect that this matter would become a handle for others to hold on to. I don't dare to show off with these pictures, but someone can be shameless enough to take plagiarized pictures to participate in the competition."

"Even at this point, you still want to drag me into the water!"

"To do this in the world is despicable and shameless to the extreme!"

At this moment, there was another low laugh from the audience.

"The most shameless thing is to take someone else's creation and design to register a patent. How thick-skinned, how guilty, how impatient..."

"That's how it works!"

"It's a shame in the industry, and it has tarnished my master's reputation."

Gao Xue suddenly looked at the audience, she was already entwined with wind and rain at this moment, and she was a thunderbolt out of thin air. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as five thunders.

"Joe, Master—" One of the organizers exclaimed.