The art salon is on the seventh floor.

Kaihong Gallery, there are already many people looking at calligraphy and painting in it.

Zhong Yue found Ou Yangming, who was bored enough to sit on the sofa next to the exhibition hall.

"Why don't you look at the paintings?"

There are no drinks in the gallery, only mineral water.

"Brother Yue, what are you doing?"

Zhong Yue sat on the sofa, "King Xiaokai asked me to join Kai Hongxuan. ”

"Really?"

"What do you say?"

Ou Yangming said: "Then did you agree? Wang Ge is not a good stubble. ”

"I'm not interested, I have to go to school, how can I talk to him about such empty things. ”

Ou Yangming looked disbelieving, "Go to school, why don't I believe you." ”

Zhong Yue walked in the gallery, hanging calligraphy and paintings of contemporary masters, and asked, "Where are Xi Lao?"

"I'm sitting in the exhibition hall, waiting for the fair. ”

"Trade fair?" a smile rose at the corner of Zhong Yue's mouth, "Just get your hands and want to change hands?"

Ou Yangming said: "This is a trade fair held by Kaihongxuan every month. I heard that Wang Ge would take out the lacquer book obtained from the auction, which attracted many collectors. ”

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows, no wonder the original invitation was attached to the original invitation with the words that the authenticity of the collection was self-identification, and the final interpretation belonged to Kai Hongxuan.

Zhong Yue entered the exhibition hall and saw dozens of people sitting at the scene.

"Zhong Yue, where were you just now? I've been looking for you for so long. ”

"Had some tea upstairs. ”

Ouyang Guoqing leaned back on his seat, "Elder Xi, do you think Wang Ge can get rid of today's lacquer book work?"

"The heat at the Yaoshun auction hasn't gone down yet, and it is estimated that many people who came over today will not be suspicious. After all, this work is too real. If it hadn't been for Zhong Yue's reminder, I would have been tricked. ”

The pen bones of the lacquer book are not in the center, which I am afraid that even some old calligraphers have not studied deeply. After all, lacquer books have limitations, special penmanship, not Jin Nong's own handwriting, I am afraid that some later generations of researchers think that this kind of similar printing style of calligraphy with brushes are cut.

There are specializations in the art industry, and not many people will be able to study these. Those appraisers of calligraphy and painting may have been confused by the added pen bones and determined that the work was genuine.

"Yo, Zhong Yue is also there. ”

Zhong Yue turned his head to look and saw Han Qi walking over with a painting scroll, so he replied, "Han Lao is good." ”

Han Qi patted Zhong Yue on the shoulder and sat down, "Old Xi, why didn't you bring anything here?"

Zhong Yue secretly said in his heart, it seems that Mr. Han still doesn't know the authenticity of this work.

"There's nothing good to handle. Xi Qichang laughed.

"I'm out of the coffin this time. Shi Tao's "Landscape and Clear Sound Map", in exchange for his "Ten Thousand Boundless", is not too much. ”

Xi Qichang smiled, "Not too much, not too much." ”

"It's kind of weird that you're laughing. ”

"Nope. ”

Ouyang Guoqing looked at the two old men scolding each other, and asked in a low voice, "Ah Yue, what did King Xiaokai do with you?"

"Get ready to train me and let me take over his class. ”

Ouyang Guoqing smiled knowingly, others don't know, but Zhong Yue for this temptation, he believes, as long as Zhong Yue is not brain-dead, he will not agree at all, you know, once a little paint is put into production, as soon as the market is opened, it will be hundreds of millions of assets in the future, and it will become a leading enterprise in Ouyang International's entry into the cultural field, this kind of more transparent cooperative relationship is much more reliable than the fragile relationship linked by this master-apprentice friendship.

Wang Ge walked to the stage calmly and said with a smile: "Welcome to Kaihongxuan." In today's art salon, we have invited a lot of celebrities from Shanghai. Many of you must have come here for the masterpiece "Wan Yu Boundless" that was auctioned a few days ago. This work, Wang was originally going to keep it privately, but the subject matter was too good, some good old friends liked it tightly, and when they learned that Wang had won this work, they had called him again and again, wanting to let Wang cut his love. ”

The people below were chatting everywhere, and Wang Ge was talking nonsense, so naturally he didn't listen.

"It's okay to cut love, but a few old friends have intentions. I am in a dilemma with whom to transfer, so I simply put it directly at the monthly trade fair, if there are any Tibetan friends who have any ideas, you can come to the stage to exchange, of course, if other Tibetan friends look at the collection on the stage, you can also exchange it. Old friends must have understood the rules, Rong Wang nagged a few words, to remind new friends, Kai Hongxuan just provides a platform for Tibetan friends to communicate, some involving the authenticity of the collection, the amount of compensation, etc., do not belong to Kai Hongxuan's management, I hope you know. ”

Zhong Yue looked at Wang Ge on the stage and sneered, pretend to be forced now, and see how you get past it later.

"This work from the auction, Wang hasn't seen it well, and he is going to sell it now, which is really reluctant. But for the sake of a few old friends, this is the only way to cut love. ”

A long table covered with red scarves was lifted, and white-gloved staff members took the artwork out of the brocade box and spread it on the table.

Wang Ge smiled: "It's still the old rule, if you want to go on stage and take a closer look, you have to have a transaction to bring up, no matter whether you trade or not, there must be a guarantee." ”

An old man stood up, "Xiao Wang, I don't know if I would like to exchange this handscroll of Wen Zhengmingxing?"

"You please. Wang Ge didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and let the old man walk up directly.

The old man hung the scroll on the table and slowly lowered it.

Zhong Yue swept his eyes, and the handscroll of the book seemed to be a good work.

Han Qi shook his head and said: "Wen Zhengming's works, ten years ago, the price could have been tens of millions, but in recent years, they have fallen again and again, and they have fallen to the million level recently." This Liu Cheng, although he has a good relationship with King Xiaokai, is too uninteresting, millions of things, and wants to exchange more than 10 million collections from others, which is really shameless and skinless. ”

"What's the hurry? People didn't promise to change it, maybe they wanted to find a reason to go over it. ”

Han Qi tugged at the corners of his mouth, I have been wanting to receive one of Dong Xin's works in recent years, but there is always no suitable opportunity, this time, I have to give it a try. The price of my Shi Tao's work is not low, it depends on whether King Xiaokai gives face.

The old man on stage took out his reading glasses tremblingly, put them on and put them on his back, and watched by the lacquer book.

"Not bad. The penmanship is wonderful, the muscles and bones are powerful, and it is worthy of being the head of the eight monsters in Yangzhou. ”

Wang Ge stood aside and said with a smile: "If there are still people who want to exchange, they can also come up together." ”

"Fu Baoshi's twelve-page album, first make friends with Mr. Wang. ”

Li Keran a painting of "Smoke in the Yellow Sea" and was willing to trade this work with Mr. Wang. ”

One after another, nearly a dozen Tibetan friends came to the stage with the idea of trading. However, Zhong Yue can also see that there are no big players on the field. The works that have the idea of trading on the stage, the price is millions, and if they can climb to tens of millions, it is only a painting by Li Keran, if Wang Ge really chooses one of these paintings to trade, it is estimated that those Tibetan friends are thinking of picking up a big bargain.

Han Qi was just about to stand up, but was stopped by Xi Qichang.

"What for?"

"Don't change. ”

"Why?"

"Loss. ”

Han Qi broke free of Xi Qichang's hand and said with a smile: "You still don't understand my vision." ”