"Breathtaking! Breathtaking!

Mr. Liu's achievements in sculpture are definitely more powerful than the legend!

It has integrated the characteristics of Chinese and Western sculpture and called itself a school!

This is the originator of the mountain!

If it were me, I wouldn't be willing to send them away!" Ma Du vented his emotions loudly in a very exaggerated tone.

I can see that he really likes it, and his eyes can't wait to grow on the sculpture.

It's just that, perhaps influenced by later generations, Zhang Junping always felt that Ma Du's eyes were full of disappointment.

It is estimated that he is disappointed that such a beautiful and handsome artwork is not his, and there is no way to pick it up.

No matter what kind of thoughts Ma Du has, Zhang Junping still agrees with his evaluation of the old lady's skills, "Master's sculpture is a fusion of Western portraits, both skin and clothes are very realistic, but the eyes and appearance are a little more agile and expressive than Western sculptures."

I'm afraid I won't be able to achieve such skills in my life!"

"Famous teachers produce high apprentices, I believe that you will also reach such a level one day!

Brother, if there is a day, don't pretend you don't know your brother!

My brother is still bragging about you!"

"How could it be! Although Brother Ma and I have only met for the second time, we feel as if we have known many old friends!"

Zhang Junping said with a smile in his heart, but he has known each other for many years, and he grew up listening to the old horse's bragging.

"Oh, brother, you're so right!

That's how I feel, when I see you, I feel like I'm a long-lost brother, you know, it's the kind of kiss that comes from the heart!

In the future, you will be my brother and horse, just talk about something!

My old horse is in Beijing Sijiu City, and I still have a little face!" Ma Du was even more exaggerated, hugged Zhang Junping, and patted Zhang Junping's back vigorously.

This old horse didn't brag, as a military compound, the old horse still has some ways in the capital.

Lao Ma's father, who used to be a teacher, later threw his pen from Rong, fought in the Menglianggu Campaign, from the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression to the War of Liberation, all the way over, and later was ordered to form the Air Force.

With such a resume and such a background, in the eighties, Lao Ma was definitely very good.

After visiting the old lady's works, Zhang Junping took Ma Du to another collection to visit the old lady's collection of artworks.

In this collection, there are many calligraphy and paintings of modern painters and calligraphers, such as Xu Beihong's horses, Fu Baoshi's landscape paintings, Qi Baishi's shrimps, Zhang Daqian's ladies' pictures and fans, and Guo Moruo's and Xie Zhiliu's characters.

There are also many clay sculptures, wood carvings, root carvings, jade carvings, as well as Western stone carvings.

The collection in this collection is very varied, and there are all kinds of categories.

However, any one of these collections, put into future generations, can make people live a rich life.

Ma Du's eyes were red when he saw it.

"Okay, don't look at it, it's too much fun!

These works of art, no matter how much you look at them, you can't change them!" Zhang Junping patted Ma Du's shoulder amusefully.

I completely forgot that when he first entered this library, he was even more unbearable than Madu.

After all, Ma knows that these calligraphy and paintings are valuable, and he doesn't know to what extent these calligraphy and paintings will be hyped in later generations.

If you have to calculate it according to money, the value of hundreds of works of art in this room will be at least tens of billions.

"Alas, brother, I regret it now!"

"Come on, what do you regret?

You should visit the Palace Museum and open your eyes!

There's more good stuff in there, and you can still get it home?

If you really like it, let's dig the old yard together another day!"

Zhang Junping knows Ma Du's character, and when he sees good things, he wants to go home.

Later generations said that they did not collect calligraphy and painting works, not because they didn't like it, but purely because calligraphy and painting works were not easy to preserve, and they were not suitable for taking them out often.

In the early days, there was no shortage of calligraphy and painting works.

Otherwise, where did he get the money, to build a museum and to collect it?

This also shows that Ma Du is shrewd and likes antiques, but he is not obsessed with it, and has his own sober understanding.

The most afraid of collecting is obsession, once people are obsessed, the brain is not sober, which is a taboo for collectors.

Zhang Junping took Ma Du to his small studio and let him sober up for a while.

But when he entered Zhang Junping's studio, Ma Du was even less sober.

"Brother, you said before that your master gave you the task, could it be these furniture?"

"Yes, Master asked me to study all the furniture, repair it, and write a thesis that she approved before I was allowed to study sculpture!"

"Brother, no, brother!

What's the matter, I don't care about your master's collections, these furniture are repaired, you can redeem a few pieces!

Not too much, just enough to decorate a room!" Ma Du grabbed Zhang Junping's hand, and even shouted for the furniture.

Zhang Junping was almost annoyed by Ma Du, but he really dared to speak.

What Ma Du wants is definitely not walnut or elm furniture, and the least is old mahogany.

Although there are many pieces of furniture here, there are only twenty or thirty pieces of old mahogany, small-leaved red sandalwood, golden silk nan, Hainan huanghuali and ebony.

To set up a room, you need at least six or seven pieces of furniture.

"Brother Zhang, how much do you say, I promise not to make a counteroffer!" Ma Du was afraid that Zhang Junping would not agree, so he made up for it.

"Really, how much is it up to me?" Zhang Junping looked at Ma Du playfully.

Now Ma Du is not the horse boss worth tens of billions in later generations.

This Ma Du is estimated to be worth 500 yuan, and this is still the value of his bicycle.

Seeing Zhang Junping's eyes, Ma Du suddenly withered, and sneered, "That, Brother Zhang, you also know, I just came back from the youth, and I only joined the Youth Literature Magazine this year, and I ...... in my hand."

Zhang Junping was about to refuse, but suddenly thought of something, and then said to Ma Du with a smile: "Actually, it's not impossible to give you a set of furniture!"

Don't think about the small leaf red sandalwood, Hainan huanghuali, and golden silk nanmu, I can send you a set of old mahogany furniture!

In the Ming Dynasty, the Qing Dynasty is up to you!" Zhang Junping groped his chin and said.

The scientific name of the old mahogany is Sandalwood, the south is used to call it the big red sour branch, and the north is used to call it the old mahogany.

"Brother Zhang, just say it, what should I do?

As long as I don't break the law and don't violate my moral conscience, I will risk my life and do it!" Ma Du immediately heard that Zhang Junping had something for him to do, and immediately patted his badge and impassionedly assured.

"Actually, it's not a big deal!

After graduation, my brother plans to settle down in Beijing and wants to open a studio!

This does not find a place that is very suitable for doing studios!

If you can buy it for me, then I'll give you a set of old mahogany furniture for free!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Brother Zhang, is that unit of house in your picture?"

Ma Du had come to his senses, and did not blindly agree, but asked cautiously.