When Yan Lan heard Zhu Tongqiang's words, she thought of the situation she met Bian Rui last time at the art exhibition, and couldn't help but snort.

Yan Lan's joy suddenly focused everyone's eyes on her.

"I'm sorry, I remember a situation I had with Bian Rui in a gallery last year...... Yan Lan roughly described the scene at that time.

Wu Guanglong and his wife listened to it directly.

"Some people nowadays, although they have a little reputation and a little ability, but their conduct is really bad to the extreme, in the past, people were rotten at least to have a little face, but now some people don't even want a little face, they only know that money is a good thing" The old lady said with a long sigh.

Zhu Tongqiang asked Bian Rui at this time: "You must think that the paintings in the gallery are all shit, don't you?"

"I didn't say it!"

Bian Rui hurriedly waved his hand to deny it, although Bian Rui thought so, but buying a painting is a test of eyesight, you buy shit is your ability, the industry is not enough, no wonder others.

The so-called contemporary art is really art, but in Bian Rui's opinion, there are few of them.

And in the domestic art market, Bian Rui feels more and more incomprehensible, a person who is still alive now, a piece of work sells tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of yuan, far more than most of the works of European and American masters, are you sure that there will be a place for you in the world of oil painting?

A really living artist can create an era, which is naturally worthwhile, like the work of Picasso, because he has taken a path that no one has walked before, or has reached a new level that no one has reached before.

Today, a realistic artwork has sold for tens of millions, and Bian Rui doesn't understand, I don't know what is the difference between your works and the realist masters before Impressionism in the 1860s after the Renaissance, is it the improvement of expression technology or the improvement of expression in depth?

Are you really sure, you've seen the works of the classicists, and you're really sure that you're more like them, and have more artistic depth? Or are you better than any hyperrealism in Europe and the United States?

If not, then you are just repeating the path of your predecessors, then you have to ask what has supported your work to reach such a high price?

Not to mention the painting, there is another art called photography in modern times!

Even in places like Europe and the United States, where oil painting has the absolute right to speak, European and American hyperrealist works have been marginalized, almost equivalent to the level of advertising paintings in our country.

In the eyes of Westerners, who invented and dominated the world's oil painting, hyperrealism was no longer part of the realm of art. Is Chinese oil painting at the level of followers so awesome?

The price of domestic hyper-realistic works has increased by hundreds of times compared with Western hyper-realistic works! Is it true that our domestic oil paintings are playing beyond Britain and catching up with the United States, and are they the first in the world? Or is our oil painting art leading the world and unique in the world?

"That's what you think in your heart!" Zhu Tongqiang said firmly.

Yan Lan looked at Zhu Tongqiang at this time and asked, "He can paint?"

Zhu Tongqiang looked at Yan Lan and said with a smile: "He is not only good, but also his level is not low, it can be said that so far, all the paintings I have seen, his level is not the best, but it is definitely the first-rate, the second-level top."

"You just say that I'm second-rate," Bian Rui couldn't laugh or cry when Zhu Tongqiang said.

"Second-rate is to praise you! You don't look at how old you are," Zhu Tongqiang said.

Who knew that Bian Rui nodded seriously and said approvingly: "Really, if you draw a second-rate level, that's really complimenting me!"

Yan Lan looked at Bian Rui, not knowing what to say.

Bian Rui had to explain when he saw it: "I am a good person who copies Lin, but it is too bad to paint it myself, and the gap is like the big eagle painted by Tang Bohu, which is as big as the chicken eating rice in Zhuzhishan."

Bian Rui really doesn't have that ability, he can't stand the things he paints, Bian Rui can't stand it, it's okay to fool outsiders, but it's nothing in the eyes of insiders.

"So, I think he still has Dong XC up, seriously, I really want to take a look" Zhu Tongqiang looked at Bian Rui with blank eyes.

Bian Rui said: "There are some in the museum! You go to see it, why do you always catch me alone to collect wool?"

"It's so easy to pick up wool now, ninety-nine out of a hundred people who are said to have picked up leaks have been deceived," Zhu Tongqiang said with a sigh.

"Okay, can we not mention this, let me tell you, I won't sell this pot, old ...... My master didn't think much about me, and I was going to ...... this thing."

Zhu Tongqiang said: "You won't be ready to leave it to your daughter again, so be it, Bian Rui, my grandson is very good, why don't we get married!"

"Go along!" Bian Rui scolded with a smile.

Wu Guanglong and his family also had fun.

"You are really, you sold your grandson for a pot," Wu Guanglong laughed.

Zhu Tongqiang pretended to sigh, and said happily: "This thing is going to be done, when your grandson grows up, maybe he will have to cry and shout and envy my grandson, and scold you for having no vision." Do you know how much that Tang Qin is worth? Don't talk about Tang Qin, just say how much money do you know about the pile of wood in the house? Besides, just like Bian Rui, can a girl be ugly?".

Zhu Tongqiang also patted Bian Rui's ass.

"What kind of material? It's covered with an oilcloth over there?"

Seeing that Zhu Tongqiang nodded, Wu Guanglong asked again, "It's very valuable?"

"That pile of large and small are all huanghuali, red sandalwood and silk jinnan, there is no one that is not valuable, and there is a whole half of the old piano material, I don't play the piano, I don't know how much it is worth, but it is definitely not cheap......" Zhu Tongqiang said.

Bian Rui smiled and said, "Why do you seem to know better than me!"

Bian Rui laughed secretly in his heart, because Zhu Tongqiang had not yet entered the backyard, that is, the martial arts arena, and in the place where the wall was attached, Bian Rui also put three plants of the same material, first, he could be sloppy, and secondly, he was really ready to give his daughter a dowry.

Space is this thing, before the ancestor left, he repeatedly instructed to pass on the male not the female, the thing must be passed on in the Bian clan, it is impossible for Bian Rui to disobey the words of the ancestor, and for Bian Rui, who has been educated in tradition, the clan is still the most important, and this thing is originally family, not his Bian Rui's.

And according to the number of years the ancestor lived, Bian Rui still has a long life to live, and he may get along with a woman one day, and he will start to have a son. Therefore, I feel a little guilty about my daughter, and when I feel guilty, I naturally want to make up for it somewhere else, and the average father will give my daughter a little more money, and Bian Rui will naturally not only give money, but also make up good things.

"Hey, hey!"

"Okay, let's eat, let's finish eating, let's go separately" Bian Rui didn't want to mention his property anymore, and when he really mentioned it, Bian Rui was a little frightened, thinking that he was pretending to be a little too much, and accidentally got so many things out.

Hearing Bian Rui say this, those who ate continued to eat, and those who fiddled with the copper kettle muttered to themselves and continued to look at the copper kettle.

Waiting for Bian Rui and the others to finish eating, Zhu Tongqiang reluctantly put down the copper kettle and went out with the old man Wu who had finished cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks.

Yan Lan went back to the house to stay, and Bian Rui also returned to the room, took out the panel of a piano, that is, the common whimper, and began to slowly carve it.

The groove of the panel has been almost dug up, and now only the echo groove needs to be slowly polished by Bian Rui, this thing is easy to make in the space, but it is a fun to play outside, so Bian Rui hummed a little song while slowly dragging the wood flowers in the belly with a carving knife.

Not in a hurry, a pattern is extremely satisfied, Bian Rui will always put down the panel, take a sip of tea, appreciate his craftsmanship, and then continue to work.

After fiddling like this for almost an hour, when the sun shone in and warmly sunburned on his body, Bian Rui suddenly felt a little sleepy, so he directly put the panel to his side, reached out and grabbed a mat behind his head, crossed his body, and raised Erlang's legs while taking a nap while basking in the little sun.

After a while, Bian Rui felt that he was about to fall asleep in a daze.

At this time, Bian Rui suddenly felt a faint fragrance coming from his nose, which was not the fragrance of flowers and trees, but the body fragrance of a woman.

Bian Ruixin said: I'm going, this is a long time since a woman misses a woman?

Just when Bian Rui thought of this, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be a shadow in front of his eyelids, so he slowly opened his eyes!

"I'm going!"

After opening his eyes, Bian Rui found that a face was leaning in front of him, just blocking his own sunlight, although his eyes were closed, but he had been exposed to the sun for more than ten minutes, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he couldn't see his face clearly at all, only a blur.

Originally, he practiced martial arts, so Bian Rui instinctively rolled on a donkey next to him, and at the same time protected the vital point with both hands and came to an anti-unloading posture.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Lan's voice reached Bian Rui's ears.

Bian Rui saw it clearly, it turned out to be Yan Lan.

"I'm gone, why don't you make a sound when you walk," Bian Rui complained.

Yan Lan opened her mouth and retorted: "I called you several times at the door, I came to see you for fear of any accidents......

"What accident can I have at my house?" Bian Rui sat up straight and wiped his eyes and said, "What's the matter?"

"Didn't you say that you painted a lot of paintings, can you let me see them?" Yan Lan said.

Bian Rui listened, and stretched out his finger to the imitation blue and white jar behind him.

"Well, most of them are there, if you like it, I'll give you one," Bian Rui said.

Yan Lan walked over and saw that the blue and white jar looked like a small water tank, with a diameter of about sixty centimeters, and about thirty or forty painting scrolls were inserted in it.

"This is a blue and white jar?"

Bian Rui said with a smile: "How can you learn from Zhu Tongqiang, blue and white is blue and white but imitation blue and white, although it is imitation, but the quality of imitation is also first-class, there is no problem in selling it for twenty or thirty thousand."

The imitation of porcelain also depends on what people imitate, if the master imitates the price is naturally more valuable than the general imitation, although it is impossible to reach the point of genuineness, but if it is a master from the production to the painting to the burning, then it is not uncommon for an imitation of blue and white to sell to 100,000 yuan, Bian Rui's blue and white is a little worse, a little flawed when it comes out of the oven, but it is also worth tens of thousands.

"Oh!"

As soon as she heard that it was worth tens of thousands, Yan Lan suddenly lost her interest, for porcelain, her level was still worth it, rather than really appreciating the beauty of porcelain itself. So as soon as Bian Rui said that twenty or thirty thousand was not really blue and white, Yan Lan immediately lost interest.