After being invited to the room by Zhang Qingyuan, he took out the picture of the lady holding the fan.

Because Zhang Qingyuan trusted Nie Tianming extremely much, Nie Tianming held the whole painting in the palm of his hand to watch.

Trying to imprint every detail in his mind, Nie Tianming could even remember every hair of the maid clearly as long as he closed his eyes.

"It's a really good painting, but it's a pity that it's an imitation, otherwise it would be worth a fortune. ”

"Paintings are meant to be seen, to be appreciated, not to be sold. ”

After Zhang Qingyuan took back the picture of the lady, he sat on the chair and said to Nie Tianming.

"That's what you're saying, but now that people's hearts are impetuous, how many people can really sink down and paint?

Zhang Qingyuan scoffed at Nie Tianming's words, and he said, "You say, apart from Daqian and Old Man Baishi, there are a few paintings of living people that can be sold for more than dead people?"

was asked by Zhang Qingyuan, and Nie Tianming thought so.

Not only in China, but also abroad, those painters and artists were destitute during their lifetimes, and once they died, their works were sold for sky-high prices.

"Your realm is high, just listening to this, after a hundred years, your paintings will definitely sell for a high price. ”

Zhang Qingyuan was not angry at all about Nie Tianming's ridicule, he smiled and said to Nie Tianming: "I borrow your auspicious words, I am looking forward to this day, and it can be regarded as accumulating virtue for my children and grandchildren." ”

"Then you get busy first, and I won't disturb your rest. ”

Nie Tianming excused himself to get rid of them, hurried back to the room, and after debugging the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, he painted overnight, and he wanted to finish the painting before the promised time for Li Qingxian.

The picture of the lady holding the fan, Nie Tianming knows it in his chest, and every stroke is clean and neat, quite a Tang Bohu style.

The ancestor had this skill and also helped Tang Yin paint as a gunman, if he started a genre by himself, then the Nie family 1 would not have been a farmer since him.

This is what Nie Tianming said in his heart, if his ancestor Nie Yuanshan had a little ambition, he would not be reduced to being someone else's gunman and ending nameless after death.

If he had soared at that time and achieved fame, he would have been a role model.

Then he has been an official and has accumulated countless wealth to leave for future generations to enjoy.

Nie Tianming thought that his work had not fallen at all, and when Zhang Sheng knocked on the door and asked him to go out for dinner, Nie Tianming was done.

Throwing the rice paper on the bed and waiting to dry, Nie Tianming pushed the door and walked out.

"Didn't you say that day, I'll treat you to a good meal. ”

Nie Tianming asked the waiter for a private room and sat opposite Zhang Sheng.

"I've made a lot of money by opening a live broadcast these days, so let's celebrate this meal. ”

Nie Tianming's amount of wine is not good, and he is not willing to order Moutai, so he only ordered Mengxin County's own brand Wenyang Spring Wine.

After taking a sip, Zhang Sheng saw that Nie Tianming was not happy at all, and directly poured a glass of liquor into his stomach.

"You're a little family, what kind of man is you if you can't drink. ”

"What you're saying is not right, if you can't drink, you're not a man, so what's a woman drinking?"

Zhang Sheng was speechless by Nie Tianming, so he had to fill himself with a cup and drink it all.

"Thanks to you for bringing me a big bowl of fresh, otherwise how would I have seen so much of the world. ”

Zhang Sheng's face was a little flushed, and it looked like it was caused by drinking too quickly.

But he wasn't talking drunk, he was talking from the bottom of his heart.

In the live broadcast room of the Nanquan Brothers, if Nie Tianming did not do the show effect at the beginning, no matter how Zhang Sheng tossed himself, it would be his life on the street.

And now, he never thought in his life that he could get in touch with the president of the painting association in any country or university, and he could become good friends.

Taking advantage of the joy, Nie Tianming and Zhang Sheng drank a few glasses of wine, and Nie Tianming suddenly found that he was not drunk!

I had always been afraid of drinking before, and since I drank the water of the Gathering Spirit Spring, I didn't dare to drink in large gulps.

But now that I am conscious, I have a few glasses of wine, and there is nothing wrong at all, and I am even more energetic than before I didn't drink.

Could it be that he has become a physique that is not drunk after a thousand cups? Nie Tianming was very happy, and directly picked up the wine bottle, raised his head and poured all the bottles of wine into it.

"Tianming, why don't you die, that's not how you drink wine. ”

Zhang Sheng saw that Nie Tianming was drinking so fiercely, and hurriedly persuaded him.

Nie Tianming asked the waiter for a bottle of Luzhou Laojiao, and Zhang Sheng was very drunk.

There was a mess on the table, and Nie Tianming took out the room card from Zhang Sheng and sent him back to the room.

After entering his room, the picture of the lady holding the fan was completely dry, except that the overall color was brighter than the silk painting in Zhang Qingyuan's hand, there was no difference.

"It's a pity, if there were materials from the Ming Dynasty, I would be a contemporary Tang Bohu. ”

After looking at the time, it was still early to go to bed, and Nie Tianming planned to send this painting to Li Qingxian.

Turning on Shunfeng Ear, Nie Tianming heard the sound of an island country action movie in Li Qingxian's room.

Made, this little old man is too fierce, he is really old and strong.

Nie Tianming rolled up the painting slightly, hid it behind him, and knocked on Li Qingxian's door.

"Who?"

Li Qingxian thought that his peers were visiting, so he quickly put away his mobile phone.

After pushing open the door, Li Qingxian saw a smiling face of Nie Tianming appear in front of him.

"Big brother, do you want to eat fast food?"

"I don't have time to talk nonsense to you, if you have something to say. ”

Li Qingxian doesn't care about his mouth, but his body is very honest.

He brushed Nie Tianming aside, stretched out his head and glanced in the corridor, and found that there was no figure of any custom woman at either end, and concluded that Nie Tianming was joking with him.

"Is that how you treat your partner? Do you want that picture?"

Hearing Nie Tianming threaten himself with a painting, Li Qingxian wilted on the spot.

As long as Nie Tianming takes the painting back, it will be at least 40,000 yuan in profit, and this young man can't afford to offend easily.

Sideways to let Nie Tianming into the room, Li Qingxian got straight to the point: "You got that painting?"

"Yes, are you ready for the money? I sent it from the village, and I have a lot of favors. ”

Nie Tianming didn't sell it, and directly took out the picture of the lady holding the fan behind him.

Li Qingxian's eyes lit up, and all his attention was immediately attracted to the painting.

"It's really good, but the paper is too new, at least it's a year's worth of painting, right?"

"I don't know about this, so you just say it's okay. ”

Nie Tianming knows the problem of rice paper, and he definitely can't hide it from Li Qingxian, as long as he is a professional painter, he can see the trickiness in it.

"Master, master, I've been traveling north and south for so many years, and it's the first time I've seen a painting that can be imitated so realistically!

Tomorrow, I'm going to sell this painting at auction!"

Nie Tianming almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and he will sell it tomorrow?

It was nothing that Zhang Qingyuan found out that it was boring, but if he really sold it at a high price on the spot, he would not have to pay for it.