The conversation between the two people made some people stunned, isn't Meng Zitao a well-known figure in the antique world, how can he cure the disease again?

Lin Zhengqi was also very surprised, why hadn't he heard about this from Gao Binshi!

In fact, Meng Zitao didn't ask his friends to help him hide his medical skills, after all, he has treated more people now, and it is quite simple for someone to want to know. It's just that everyone knows that he is busy, and his main business is not this, so he usually doesn't mention it in front of others.

"Is Meng Shao still a doctor?" Lin Zhengqi asked with some surprise.

Gao Binshi didn't explain much, and said with a smile: "He's just a freak, there's nothing he can't learn." ”

Meng Zitao smiled and waved his hand: "Don't say that, otherwise I'm really afraid that one day I will be caught and dissected for experiments." ”

Gao Binshi laughed and said: "There are many capable people in this world, and if you really want to do it like you said, you can do experiments at every turn, and it will have spread in society a long time ago, and then how can the country still let capable people return to their hearts? Although it is indispensable to guard against people, it will not make people's hearts think so sinister." ”

Speaking of this, Gao Binshi changed the subject: "By the way, Zitao, one of my elders wants you to help write a word, okay?"

Meng Zitao nodded and said, "Okay, what does he want to write?"

"Former Teacher's Table. Gao Binshi said: "In addition, this work is a gift he is going to give to a friend, and he will pay a pen fee." ”

Meng Zitao frowned slightly: "Why did he ask for my calligraphy by name?"

Gao Binshi said: "He said that his friend liked your calligraphy more, but when he contacted you to buy it, you sternly refused, and then mentioned it to my elder." ”

Meng Zitao is not short of money, and he believes that his calligraphy works are for appreciation, appreciation of the culture in calligraphy, and the artistic conception in calligraphy, so he will not sell his calligraphy. When someone asks for his calligraphy, he will politely refuse.

Meng Zitao heard the meaning of Gao Bin's truth, and said with a smile: "It's okay if you don't write, right?" ”

The reason is very simple, if it was Gao Bin's real person, he would have called him a long time ago, and he would not say it until this time.

Gao Binshi smiled: "If you think it's okay, just help write one, he's willing to pay five million." ”

Hearing Gao Binshi's words, Lin Zhengqi and his female companion showed a look of shock on their faces, Gao Binshi and they all know each other, with his status and status, he will definitely not lie in this regard, because of this, they can't imagine that someone is willing to spend five million to buy a piece of calligraphy by Meng Zitao.

A piece of calligraphy is worth 5 million, and 10 pieces of calligraphy are worth 10 million? Although the account can't be counted like this, just thinking about it makes them feel unbelievable, how old is Mencius Tao!

Gao Binshi noticed Lin Zhengqi's expression, and said with a smile: "Don't you believe it, this is because you haven't seen Zitao's calligraphy with your own eyes, and after you see it with your own eyes, you will know that five million flowers are worth it, for example, Zitao's calligraphy level is the same as Qi Baishi in the painting world." Now a calligraphy painting of 5 million will increase more than 10 times in a hundred years. ”

Meng Zitao laughed: "Okay, don't brag to me, I'm afraid that someone will beat me if I brag again." To tell you the truth, do you want me to write this calligraphy, you say I'll write it for a while. ”

Gao Binshi thought about it for a while and said: "Write it, but it's not for money, I saw a purple sand tiger inkstone in him before, it should be worth about five million, I asked him to come over, what do you think?"

Meng Zitao was a little moved and asked, "What kind of inkstone?"

"Wait for me to call, and if he agrees, I'll ask him to find a way to send a picture. ”

"Okay. ”

After a while, Gao Binshi finished the phone call and said, "He agreed, and he personally brought the inkstone." Let's continue to eat first......"

When everyone was full of wine and food, Gao Binshi's elders had not yet come, so everyone waited for a while before the other party walked into the private room under the leadership of the waiter.

Wei Xinwu is about forty years old, if it weren't for the fact that he only has a few sparse hairs, he should also be a suave man.

Under Gao Binshi's introduction, Meng Zitao shook hands with Wei Xinwu, and both of them were very polite.

After a few words of greeting, Wei Xinwu took out the inkstone he brought and asked Meng Zitao to appreciate it.

The shape of this inkstone is very unique, the whole instrument is in the shape of a crouching tiger, purple sand clear mud, calm and dignified, it should be mixed with a certain proportion of pottery purple sand in the clear mud carefully made, the purple sand added to the clear mud not only makes the color of the inkstone gorgeous, dignified and beautiful, but also increases the friction of the grinding ink, so that the two can have the characteristics of careful quality, sturdy and durable, strong plasticity, complement each other, complement each other, and will make the texture of the inkstone more excellent.

The surface of the vessel is covered with the turquoise rust of the antique bronze with mineral pigments, which contrasts with the mud very skillfully. The inkstone cover is carved with a simple and frank workmanship, two small ears are slightly pointed, the eyes are high and protruding, slightly cat-like, simple and rich, full of charm. The inkstone surface is thin along the edge, and the wide edge of the cover protrusion can be buckled with the inkstone body, showing the mouth of the mother and child. The ink hall is slightly concave, and the ink pool is carved with Taiji graphics.

Moreover, this inkstone also has the original red sandalwood box, and the box is engraved with the inscription of Qianlong Lishu.

On the whole, this inkstone pays attention to the shape, the lines of the utensils are concise, the shape is imitated, the image is Bi Xiao, well-informed and lively, and it is funny. Placing it on the desk is not only one of the four practical treasures in the study, but also an art treasure for viewing.

Meng Zitao also liked it very much, and was very satisfied with the plan of exchanging calligraphy for inkstones.

In addition, Wei Xinwu's preparation was also very sufficient, and he also brought a good ink, a good pen, and a good piece of paper, and the calligraphy things were all ready, just waiting for Meng Zitao to write.

"Teacher Meng, do you want to change the environment?" Wei Xinwu asked.

Meng Zitao shook his head with a smile: "No, it's good here." ”

"Okay, I'll help you with the ink. Wei Xinwu said with a smile.

Since Wei Xinwu asked for this, Meng Zitao did not refuse, and after Wei Xinwu studied the ink, Meng Zitao nodded and thanked him, then picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, half-closed his eyes, and began to recall the article of the former teacher, fortunately, he had the ability to never forget, otherwise it would be really troublesome.

The article poured into his mind, and Meng Zitao savored it, brewed his emotions for a while, and then began to write.

Seeing that Meng Zitao began to write, Wei Xinwu, who was beside him, made a silent gesture towards the others, and then stood not far behind Meng Zitao to admire his calligraphy.

In fact, even if Wei Xinwu didn't mention it, everyone's attention had been attracted by Meng Zitao's calligraphy, and after Meng Zitao finished writing a few lines of handwriting, Yun Dingsong and Shi Yulin both showed shocked expressions on their faces, and the level of these lines of handwriting was simply unbelievable to them.

They have been in the antique industry for a long time, and they all love calligraphy and painting, so they naturally have a certain understanding of calligraphy and painting, and even Yun Dingsong's level is not low, so they can naturally see the quality of Meng Zitao's calligraphy.

Before today, they had also seen a lot of cursive works of the "Former Teacher's Table", whether ancient or modern, none of them could compare to the handwriting of Mencius Tao.

In these handwritings, the two of them felt the swiftness and smoothness of Mencius's brushwork, the vigor and beauty of his dot paintings, and the wavy strokes mixed with ancient chapter grass, which contained Mencius's own unique style, which was not inferior to every cursive master throughout the ages.

They still remember the calligraphy created by Meng Zitao in the TV show last year, but they didn't expect that in the past half a year or so, Meng Zitao's calligraphy level has been greatly improved again, which is simply unbelievable. But the truth is right in front of them, and they have to believe it even if they don't believe it.

Before today, they may have been a little unconvinced that Meng Zitao was honored as a contemporary grass saint, but after today, they have become supporters of Meng Zitao.

Wei Xinwu next to him also seriously admired the handwriting written by Meng Zitao, after all, this calligraphy was what he wanted. No one here cares more about the level of this calligraphy than he has.

When he saw the handwriting on the paper, his face showed a look of surprise, if he was asked to write calligraphy, he might not even feel awkward to hold the pen, but looking at calligraphy, there is no problem.

He had once admired a painting of the ancient famous master "The Former Teacher's Table" at a friend's place before, and in comparison, the work written by the young man in front of him was obviously of a higher level, and he felt that it was a little difficult to imagine, why the young Mencius Tao actually had such a high level of calligraphy? It was beyond his comprehension.

"Maybe the world of geniuses is not something that ordinary people can understand!"

"Whew!" Meng Zitao let out a long breath.

For ordinary people, a calligraphy work is just a few words, and what is difficult, but in fact, the creation of calligraphy is a very laborious thing, for a calligrapher, a calligraphy work is a projection of his spirit, want to put his spirit on paper, how easy?

Therefore, even if Meng Zitao has superhuman physical strength, he is a little tired now, of course, compared to ordinary people, he is now in a completely normal state, and there is no problem for him to write another painting.

However, he has to cover it up somewhat, but he doesn't want to be treated as a monster by others.

Meng Zitao let go of his body and let Wei Xinwu and others see the whole picture of this work more intuitively.

In the past, everyone has been able to appreciate the level and artistic conception of this calligraphy, but it is not too intuitive, when the whole work falls into everyone's eyes, everyone is obsessed, even people like Lin Zhengqi who do not understand calligraphy, can feel the graceful and elegant emanation emanating from the work, as well as a graceful and luxurious bearing.

At this moment, Lin Zhengqi was very annoyed in his heart, if he studied hard, how good it would be to remember the "Former Teacher's Table", which is like now, some words can recognize their shapes, and they can't recognize what the words are, which is a little embarrassing.

Sorry for today's Kavin!