The farce in the afternoon ended in a hurry, and the calligraphy and painting that was not as good as the dog's gnawing was named "The Big Bowl Scenery is Red" by Li Qingxian.

Subsequently, the 12.8-meter-long rice paper was immediately framed and hung in the hall with a large bowl of freshness.

During dinner in the evening, Nie Tianming got news from Xie Wanjun that this calligraphy and painting was obtained by Lu Bo for 200,000 yuan from Li Qingxian.

At that time, after Nie Tianming heard it, he couldn't sit still.

I was tired and tired of living in the mountains, picking fungus, catching wild boars, and even almost being eaten by a blind bear, so I earned 200,000 yuan.

This guy writes casually on paper with a pen in an afternoon, and he has 200,000 yuan?

This strengthened Nie Tianming's idea of entering the art circle, and he could earn at least one million by virtue of Tang Bohu's brilliant talent.

After waiting outside the private room for a long time, Nie Tianming finally found an opportunity, caught Li Qingxian coming out of the private room to go to the toilet, and called him over.

"Why, this friend can appreciate my paintings?"

Li Qingxian obviously didn't expect that he would be able to gain fans in this remote small county.

Originally, he thought that he was just using his status as a member of the Painters Association to join in the fun, and by the way, he made extra money, and those fans who came to him were only famous teachers.

"By the way, this afternoon, as soon as I saw my husband's paintings, I felt a fresh and free breath blowing in my face, can you take the time to tell me about the creative concept?"

Li Qingxian is very useful for Nie Er Tianming's praise, and he is usually praised too highly by some people who sell his reputation and reputation, so that he believes that he really has that ability.

"Ahem~"

Li Qingxian coughed twice, cleared his throat, and said: "Well, if you come to ask for a painting, I can naturally explain while creating, but now I really don't have any inspiration." ”

Fraud to Lao Tzu's head?

Nie Tianming is not stupid, he can ask him for paintings, and Lu Bo, a fool, can do it.

But it's right to think about it, other painters and masters have made a special trip to Taizu Mountain to find creative inspiration, those are real masters, and a small painting and small characters are all auction prices of hundreds of thousands, so naturally they can't look down on the one or two hundred thousand yuan in this small county restaurant.

"Sir, I want you to lead you in, and I want to be like you, a painting can sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars. "

"Without decades of cultural accumulation, you can't achieve a career, I followed my father to learn Chinese painting since I was a child, and I have today's achievements. ”

Nie Tianming muttered in a low voice, "Your father taught you how to draw ghost talismans?"

"What do you say?"

Li Qingxian was a little unclear and asked.

"Nothing, I said your father should be proud of you. ”

Nie Tianming wanted him to help lead him into the door of the painting world, but now that he looks at it, it is basically hopeless if he doesn't have some blood.

Nie Tianming regards money as his life, and he refuses to throw money to Li Qingxian.

Li Qingxian called Nie Tianming over inexplicably, and refused to pay for the painting, so he scolded and entered the private room.

The matter of entering the art world was a failure for Li Qingxian, but Nie Tianming was not discouraged.

This time, there are more than a dozen painters who came to Taizu Mountain to collect style, and they can always meet someone who appreciates them.

"Tianming, you're here, I've been looking for you for a long time. ”

Xie Wanjun followed the guidance of the waiter in the big bowl of fresh food, and finally found Nie Tianming's figure on the chair in the corridor of the private room.

"What are you?"

"Just now, the two waiters fell in the back kitchen and broke their bones, and I was thinking about letting you serve the food, what do you think? ”

It turned out that the two waiters who were in charge of serving food in the private room had not been wiped clean because there was water on the floor of the back kitchen, and they broke their bones in the process of serving food, and everyone else was busy.

Therefore, Xie Wanjun thought of Nie Tianming, who was still idle.

"If you pay any salary, you should take it as a help. ”

In the past, when Nie Tianming was working in the city, he also served dishes and passed dishes in the hotel, and he was very familiar with a series of processes.

After taking the waiter uniform handed over by Xie Wanjun, Nie Tianming became familiar with it after she took it around the route.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Nie Tianming knocked on the door of the private room with a plate of "Rich and Rich Golden Fruits" made of golden apples in his hand and asked the waiter in charge inside to bring the dishes in.

I was just turning around to leave, but I heard a call and was stopped by the people inside.

Nie Tianming entered the house and took a look, and found that there were only three people eating in this private room.

These three people, Nie Tianming, were extremely impressed, because when he was reading the brochure in the hall, the first three pages he opened were the introductions of the three famous artists in front of him.

One is Zhang Qingyuan, the president of the National Association of Calligraphers and Painters, the other is Qian Mingda, a professor at the National Academy of Fine Arts, and the other is Fan Jiaxuan, a long-renowned master of Chinese painting.

The three of them are in the painting world, and any of them are well-known figures, but I didn't expect to see them in one room today.

"Little brother, you and this little girl help out. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Qingyuan, president of the National Association of Calligraphers and Painters, mysteriously took out a fist-thick pipe from the suitcase he was carrying.

It seemed that he regarded the pipe as a treasure, and his hands trembled when he took it out.

Pulling out the stoppers at both ends of the tube, Zhang Qingyuan took out a silk painting.

The silk painting is about 1 and a half meters long and more than 60 centimeters wide, and the two ends are handed to Nie Tianming and another waitress in charge of the private room, each holding one head.

Since the unfolding of this painting, on the silk painting scroll, is a picture of a lady holding a fan.

Nie Tianming didn't look at the payment, and recognized it at a glance as a painting by Tang Yin and Tang Bohu, and it was also an imitation of a high quality of water.

The details and verve of this painting are all too familiar to me, and it is simply an encounter across time and space.

But like his ancestor Nie Yuanshan, he can be no different from Tang Bohu, and in terms of the terrifying strength that he directly uses as a ghostwriter, it is still a little worse.

"Please two hold steady and stand under the lamp, thank you. ”

Zhang Qingyuan stretched out his hand, his every move was very elegant and easy-going, and he treated Nie Tianming and the waiter with great respect.

Subsequently, Zhang Qingyuan beckoned the other two to come to the front of the silk painting, carefully examined it, looked at every inch of position by the light, and let out a word of admiration from time to time.

"The painting is a good painting, but it's a pity that it's an imitation. ”

As soon as Nie Tianming's words came out, the three of them were quite surprised, and they all looked up at him.

They all knew that this was a fake, and unexpectedly, Nie Tianming could understand the painting, and he could also tell whether it was true or fake, which was beyond the level of most of the painters in the Calligraphers and Painters Association.

"Little brother is not simple, knows how to draw?"

Nie Tianming smiled and said, "I don't dare to say anything else, but I still know a little bit about Tang Yin and Tang Bohu's paintings." ”

"Huh?"

Zhang Qingyuan was obviously very interested in the waiter in front of him, and he asked, "Can you use this maid to hold a fan and explain a few of us old guys to a second or two?"

As soon as Nie Tianming stretched out his hand, Zhang Qingyuan naturally took one end of the painting scroll and took Nie Tianming's place, leaving him free.

It seems to be a light move, but it surprised Nie Tianming, it seems that the president of the Calligraphers and Painters Association has no shelf at all, which makes people feel good.

Qian Mingda and Fan Jiaxuan also took two steps back to make room for Nie Tianming.

The biggest reaction at the scene was the waitress in the private room, she opened her mouth wide and her eyes widened, she never expected that there would be such a master next to her.

The lines of this painting are vigorously flying, and the image of the maid is more vividly depicted, with a few simple strokes, and a plump body and serene maid leap onto the page.

This has learned a few essences of Tang Bohu, but in the process of imitating the painting, the painter revealed a small flaw in the face, hands and chest of the maid.

Tang Bohu's depiction of these parts is like the round and beautiful brush of Li Gonglin in the Northern Song Dynasty, and the dresses, belts, and shawls are mostly folded with the brushstrokes of Li Tang in the Southern Song Dynasty.

The brushwork of both square and round can enhance the dynamic beauty and physical beauty of the maid.

However, the author of this painting has played a clever trick, in the details of the depiction, too convex and elegant brushwork, too flaunting the ability on the tip of the pen, so that it is self-defeating, so that the painting is vaguely full of frivolity.

From these aspects are enough to see the clues, and even without comparing the inscription and the handwriting of the inscription, you can directly determine that this is an imitation. ”

Nie Tianming said it in one go, and said a whole long paragraph, these are all messages that naturally flow out of his mind, really thanks to his ancestor Nie Yuanshan.

Zhang Qingyuan obviously didn't expect Nie Tianming to be able to say so many ways, and even a few details that he didn't even see.

"May I ask this little brother, where do you learn?"

"I am a farmer. ”