Rejecting customers is naturally a reason for rejecting customers.

The fragment of the Lingfei Sutra is in Qin Hai's hands, this news was obtained from Wang Sanjin, but listening to the tone of the old man Wang, it seems that he is hesitant and hesitant, and it is estimated that he is also chasing after the wind, if so, whether it is in Qin Hai's hands or not, this remains to be verified.

But even if he went to Yongxin several times, Zhong Yue didn't go directly to Qin Hai to ask about it. As the saying goes, what you can't get is always in turmoil, if Zhong Yue shows his desire for the fragments of the Lingfei Sutra, then the initiative will be in the hands of Qin Hai, from the mouth of Xi Qichang and others, I learned that this Yongxin Qin Hai, a well-known antique connoisseur in Shanghai, has a dazzling array of treasures at home, and is on the same level as Ouyang Guoqing.

It's just that one is famous for playing real antiques, and the other is famous for playing fake antiques......

However, now, the money in his hand can actually make this old man smell the smell, and even come to the door in person, which is indeed a bit unexpected by Zhong Yue, then, Zhong Yue will have more initiative, and it is obviously unrealistic to exchange a coin for the fifty-three lines of the "Lingfei Sutra". Although coins were scarce, a copper plate, compared to the original Lingfei Sutra, still seemed a little inadequate, so Zhong Yue directly turned him away.

What you can't get is always in turmoil, so let Old Man Qin stir up......

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Zhong Yue adopted a strategy of hanging aside for Qin Hai. I was tired of practicing calligraphy at home, so I went out and took the subway to meet Cao Danqing, and today I said that I was going to a gallery to see paintings, so I sat at home, and Zhong Yue, who was not out of the door, finally went out of the mountain.

In Shanghai, in addition to the fact that private cars can be forced, in fact, there is really no subway to come as convenient and fast. Especially during some rush hour, this car jam will make people crazy!

There are a lot of galleries in Shanghai, the gathering place of wealth, and the quality of natural life is also much higher, in addition to the pursuit of material life, spiritual life, people in Shanghai are also indispensable, looking at paintings, selling paintings, which seems to have become the rigid needs of some high-quality life people. Therefore, painters, this ancient trade, are also particularly nourished here.

The big painter is naturally a work for three years, as for the small painter, squares, scenic spots, fifty-one task sketches, and so on to make a living, the right to be a part-time job, and some change careers to do fashion design, print advertising, etc., the society is like this, people are divided into three, six, nine and so on.

The prosperity of the industry does not mean that individuals can do a good job when they enter the industry.

Yizhao Gallery has existed in Huangpu District of Shanghai since the 80s of the last century, and now it is also a senior gallery in Shanghai, and the place agreed by Cao Danqing and Zhong Yue is here. In addition to Cao Danqing's identity as a painter, he also has a more well-known identity, that is, an art critic.

Zhong Yue arrived early, half an hour earlier than the agreed time, which was also deliberately reserved by Zhong Yue. He, an exchange student, is really a bit of a loophole, he can't go to normal classes, and he is protected by Kang Min and Cao Danqing, two eagles, which is like a special care student, and he is well cared for.

This Mid-Autumn Festival was originally five days, but it was already Thursday when Zhong Yue came back, and by the time he called Cao Danqing to greet him, it was already Saturday morning, and Lao Cao was embarrassed to let Zhong Yue go to class again on the weekend, so it was delayed for two more days, and it was forced to be a ten-day long holiday......

If you are late today, it is estimated that even if Cao Danqing is blue-eyed, it will be regarded as slack and lazy, and he will be criticized well, and Zhong Yue will still have it.

Walking into the gallery, Zhong Yue hadn't seen any paintings before he was attracted by a loud shout. As a place for fine art, generally good galleries have tickets, not to make money, but to restrict some unscrupulous tour groups, directly pull dozens of people into the gallery, and then there is a chatter, noisy and disturbing.

Cao Danqing is the art consultant of this gallery, so naturally he has already said hello, and there are still people shouting, Zhong Yue curiously walked towards the small exhibition hall on the side.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhong Yue was stunned.

The exhibition hall of the gallery, unlike other convention and exhibition centers, has no chairs, similar to a small space of a few square meters, sometimes a main painting will be placed, but when I see a few big men pulling a few meters wide of white paper, in the plastic bucket on one side, the ink is swaying, and the middle-aged man in the middle is wearing a cardigan, with long wavy hair like an artist, but he is already in a mid-life crisis, and the hairline is almost to the heavenly spirit cover.

Zhong Yue was not surprised by his dressing, but the brush in his hand, about a meter long, like a mop, was soaking into a plastic bucket.

This pen ...... You're really skinny......

Zhong Yue could only say that if it was an old man and an old lady writing a book on the ground in the square, he wouldn't say anything, but this is a gallery, is this grandstanding?

"Let's make it. Several reporters with cameras smiled at Zhong Yue, and then hurriedly clicked towards the master who was about to create.

Many people who eat melons gathered around the exhibition hall and took pictures with cameras. Zhong Yue was also afraid that this master would sweep and splash the ink on him, so he hurriedly retreated and shrank in the corner.

"Ahh

The greasy middle-aged man lifted the mop, stepped onto the paper, and began to walk the pen.

"Yike...... Ahh

Zhong Yue was curious who made the shout just now, it turned out to be this greasy middle-aged man, he was not ready yet, the "big wet" had already been used, the "mop" was pressed on the paper, the ink was splashed, and several big men were holding the four corners, shouting in their mouths, "Okay!"

The corners of Zhong Yue's mouth twitched, "Splashing ink landscapes?" ”

"Da Wet" carried the mop, kneeling and Thomas spinning, had already written an oblique "F" shape, the mouth still kept shouting, just when the mop was spinning, the paper was scratched by the mop, the witty man quickly crawled over, afraid of blocking the camera on the side, very dedicated to tearing the broken paper edge.

"Oh yes!"

"Yikes!"

"Ahh

In the end, the greasy middle-aged uncle knelt on the ink, committed suicide with both hands and the little devil, held a mop, looked up to the sky and roared, volleyed a pestle, and pressed a pen on the paper, ending this vivid art performance.

The people around them applauded when they saw that the "Great Wetness" had finished its work.

"Good!"

"The master really deserves to be a master!"

The very dedicated man just now wiped his sweat, "Oh my god, the master is so powerful, such a thick piece of paper has been scratched and torn." ”

Zhong Yue didn't know how to laugh anymore.

This...... There's nothing wrong with this man's brain, right?