Old Yang brought Gu Weijing's work.
Not only was there a digital version on the iPad, but also a 16-inch printed photo.
Elder Cao was old, but for someone his age, he was still quite clear-headed and sharp-sighted.
He had a slight case of early-stage cataracts and presbyopia, which is a normal condition for someone over ninety, not yet requiring surgery.
Nevertheless, Assistant Old Yang thoughtfully enlarged Gu Weijing's painting and printed it with the photo printer in the room, just to make it easier for the old man to see.
Elder Cao took the photo in his hand.
After all, he was a great expert,
and under the light and moonlight, he gave it a casual glance, but his eyes immediately lit up.
"Hey, letting him study Lang Shining has really brought out some essence," Elder Cao smacked his lips, secretly approving in his heart.
"When I received the photo, I thought the painting was quite good," Old Yang nodded like a pecking hen.
