Zhang Zhigang was about to cry excitedly while holding the photo: "God is jealous of talents, and philosophers are withering ......"

Xu Zhiqiang didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Zhigang didn't answer, but asked another question: "After your brother died, you have been living here?"

"My family is poor, just such a house, if I don't live here, where can I live. Xu Zhiqiang shook his head vigorously: "Why didn't I sell a few paintings, this house is too old, and if you want to repair it, you need a lot of money." ”

"I see. ”

"Originally, I wanted to rent out half of the house, but isn't there a lot of painters living in the village? But I don't know what's going on, the outside said that this house had died, and no one wanted to rent it, but it was always empty...... Xu Zhiqiang sighed very helplessly: "Since my brother died, the things here have not changed, since I can't rent it, I can only live by myself." ”

"You don't have any other family?"

"My daughter-in-law works in the city, and my son goes to school in the city. After a pause, Xu Zhiqiang told Zhang Zhigang: "In a few days, when they all come back, they will clean up the house." ”

"You mean that after your brother died, it remained the same. ”

"That's right. Xu Zhiqiang nodded: "The place where he painted back then was still like that, and he hadn't moved, as long as I saw it, I could think of my brother." ”

Zhang Zhigang regretted greatly: "Your brother died too early, otherwise it could change the Chinese art world!"

Xu Zhiqiang said abruptly: "What doesn't change, I don't understand what's going on, that is, if my brother is alive, the things he draws can be sold for some money, and he will have money to treat himself." ”

"Although Mr. Xu Xiqiang did not change his fate through painting when he was alive, now you have the opportunity to change your fate through Mr. Xu Xiqiang's paintings. ”

Xu Zhiqiang pretended not to understand: "What do you mean by talking like a tongue twister?"

Zhang Zhigang tentatively asked: "Can you let me see Mr. Xu Xiqiang's posthumous work?"

Xu Zhiqiang sighed and led Zhang Zhigang into the studio.

This studio was originally used by Lao Shan, and in addition to removing Lao Shan's personal belongings, it basically retains the appearance accumulated over many years, and there is also a lot of dust.

As soon as Zhang Zhigang looked at the painting tools scattered everywhere and the various traces left by the paint, he knew that it was indeed the place where the painter lived, and this kind of appearance could not be faked at all.

Xu Zhiqiang lifted the canvas and pointed: "Look." ”

Xu Xiqiang's paintings are neatly stacked there, Zhang Zhigang's eyes are shining at first glance, this is not just a pile of paintings, it is clearly a pile of banknotes.

Zhang Zhigang was not stunned, but looked at it carefully, and became more certain that these paintings showed extremely high skill, which is not at all what ordinary people can do: "unimaginable...... I have been engaged in the art industry for so many years, and it is the first time I have seen such a thing, a farmer who has not completed primary school, who has not received any systematic art education, can have such painting skills. ”

Xu Zhiqiang took out the so-called self-portrait, that is, the painting drawn by Lao Shan according to the young man in the countryside: "This is the last painting of my brother before his death, the painting is himself, and after the painting, he ......"

"Great genius artist!" Zhang Zhigang held the painting with both hands, his hands trembling: "Relying on his amazing talent, he continued to study and explore by himself, and he pursued the highest level of artistic creation in his short life, but it is a pity that his talent was not recognized during his lifetime, and his value was not discovered until after his death." It is such a great artist who has lived in such a dilapidated place for many years, battling illness, and finally failed. That is, just before his failure, he painted a self-portrait of himself, bursting out with the last spark of life of a great artist. ”

"What you said is quite literate, but I don't understand what it means......" Xu Zhiqiang sighed: "After reading it, you can go, right?"

Zhang Zhigang was taken aback: "You let me go?"

"I let you in because you fell in love with my brother's paintings, and now that you've seen them all, why don't you stay?"

"I'm going to buy it. Zhang Zhigang immediately proposed: "I want all these paintings, you can make a price." ”

"Didn't you say it, a lot of people have been asking recently, if I wanted to sell it, I would have sold it all a long time ago. ”

"Those people who inquire are fooling you so that they can give you a few dollars, and I give you far more than them. Speaking of this, Zhang Zhigang looked around: "I can tell you that from now on, you don't have to live here anymore, go to the city center to buy a house, or even buy a villa by the sea, and you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life." ”

Xu Zhiqiang didn't believe it: "Real and fake?"

Zhang Zhigang stretched out two fingers: "For all these paintings, I will give two million." ”

"Two million?" Xu Zhiqiang shook his head vigorously: "You don't understand, if we are demolished, even if it is a compensation, it will be more than two million." ”

Zhang Zhigang regarded Xu Zhiqiang as a native old hat, but he didn't expect that this native old hat was not stupid at all, and there was no way to buy these paintings cheaply. So Zhang Zhigang tentatively increased the price: "Five million." ”

Xu Zhiqiang smiled: "Don't think that I don't know how to do it, now that someone wants to buy it, it will start to be valuable, and if I put it for a few more years, tens of millions will be no problem." ”

Zhang Zhigang has this hatred in his heart, and today's peasants are not simple at all: "Forget it, then I will have 10 million, and you don't have to wait for a few years to come, now I can earn this 10 million." After a pause, Zhang Zhigang added: "Ten million, you are enough for you to buy a villa, and then squander the rest of your life." If this opportunity is missed, it will be difficult to come back again. ”

"Although I don't have money, I'm not uninformed...... Xu Zhiqiang shook his head: "In these days, art is worth a lot, my brother is not famous when he is alive, maybe he will be famous when he dies." Anyway, I'm not in a hurry to use the money now, and if I put these paintings for a few more years, future generations won't have to worry. ”

"You can't just stare at the money, but also for the sake of art, your brother can become a famous painter, do you know what it means, and win glory for the Chinese people in the world in the future." Let the whole world know that we Chinese people can also paint such good oil paintings......" Zhang Zhigang was a little anxious: "Twenty million!"

At this time, as soon as the far door opened, Li Guozhong came with Ren Xia, which made Zhang Zhigang startled: "Why are you here?"

Ren Xia had planned that as soon as Zhang Zhigang found here, he would immediately notify himself to come over. Ren Xia is ready to bid with Zhang Zhigang, if no one bids, how can he raise the price.

Ren Xia didn't answer Zhang Zhigang's words, but just told Xu Zhiqiang: "You are Xu Xiqiang's brother, very good, as far as I know, Mr. Xu Xiqiang left a lot of paintings, and I want them all." ”

Li Guozhong interjected next to him: "Don't worry, this gentleman's economic strength is just now, as long as you can afford the price, you can pay for it." ”

Xu Zhiqiang was very interested: "Let me hear how much you can come up with first?"