Two days have passed, and he now understands how terrible it is for this person to suddenly become red, especially the pen and ink are red, which makes many people want to come to painting.

These old irons in Yunli Street, every time they look at themselves, their eyes are very different from before.

It's so hot and scary, I'm afraid that for them, they can't wait to tie themselves up, lock themselves in a small black room, and force themselves to paint every day, and if they don't paint, they won't be fed.

It's a little scary to think about.

For the people of the Chinese Painting Association, they are now full of red light, and in the international art exhibition, they are out of the limelight.

Countless foreign art masters can't wait to sleep in the art exhibition, look at these paintings every day, and study these paintings at the same time, and even some masters have developed a great interest in Chinese painting because of these paintings.

Of course, the international art exhibition was not all smooth sailing, and the next day, there were international thieves who wanted to steal the paintings, but unfortunately, Zheng Chongshan had already brought people over to focus on protecting these paintings, even at night, there were people who stayed by these paintings.

It's a pity that those international thieves have nothing to do.

Magic City.

As soon as Lin Fan got up, Zheng Chongshan's call came.

"Lao Zheng, are you back?"

"Come back, you don't know, on the day of the exhibition, I don't know how many people attracted, and when everyone saw your paintings, the expressions on their faces were so rich, if you saw them, you would definitely die of laughter. ”

He didn't need to say much about it, he could know what those expressions would look like, and what could they be other than shock.

At this time, Zheng Chongshan said excitedly: "The person in charge of the international art exhibition, communicate with us, hoping to rent your ten paintings and continue the exhibition, but we refused, how can these treasures be handed over to them, they must be brought back to China, and I have contacted the National Museum to donate your ten paintings, your paintings are of high artistic value, and the historical value is higher." ”

Lin Fan didn't expect his paintings to be put into the museum, and immediately laughed, "Okay, you can arrange it." ”

Zheng Chongshan, "Lao Lin, listen to me, putting your ten paintings into the museum will be of great benefit to you, don't think too much about me, Lao Zheng pit you, there are few paintings that can be put into the museum in modern times, and as long as you put it in, the value is simply terrible, according to my estimate, you are going to be passed on for a hundred generations." ”

Lin Fan smiled, "Lao Zheng, what do you think of me, can I still believe you? You will never cheat me." ”

Got Lao Lin's trust, Zheng Chongshan was very happy, and then thought of something, "Oh, by the way, don't paint people easily in the future, your works are now tens of millions of starts, extraordinary, and this is still the lowest estimate, now social works, can reach your height, basically no, but the artistic value of your works is too high, too high, completely beyond the limit of art, so you should understand what I mean." ”

Lin Fan nodded, "Understood, by the way, didn't I draw one for you and Lao Yue, do you also want to put it in the museum?"

When Zheng Chongshan heard this, he immediately exploded, "How can this be, you gave us these paintings, this is a gift from a friend, we all have to pass on the family heirloom." ”

For them, they regard Lao Lin's paintings as treasures, although the artistic value is not as good as the ten paintings, but they are also top-notch, and they are worth a lot of money.

If the news of the inclusion of the National Museum is transmitted, the value of Lao Lin's painting will not be ordinary, just like a rocket, rising in a straight line.

At that time, when I was in the art exhibition center, there was a rich man who offered 20 million yuan to buy a pair, but it was directly rejected.

This is the pinnacle of work, and I am afraid that no one can surpass it.

Even if it can be surpassed, only Lao Lin himself can surpass it.

"Haha. Lin Fan laughed, "Okay, okay, Lao Zheng, I'll leave these to you to arrange, I don't care so much." ”

Zheng Chongshan smiled mysteriously, "Lao Lin, you're going to have a hard time this day, I saw the human-shaped banknotes, and those who ask for paintings in the future are terrible, you have to be stable." ”

"You still need to say that there are no strangers, but acquaintances have a big push and hang up. Lin Fan said helplessly.

……。

National Museum.

In a spacious exhibition hall, ten paintings have been preserved.

A group of old men, including historians and art connoisseurs, came here mainly for the purpose of studying the ten paintings.

Although it is the work of a modern master, it is different from other masters.

In terms of artistic value alone, these paintings can reach the pinnacle, and compared with those cultural relics and ancient paintings, they are many, much surpassed, not of an order of magnitude.

If those ancient paintings don't have a historical bonus, I'm afraid they are not as good as these paintings.

Qi Yong is a historian of the Song Dynasty, very famous in the country, one of the best, countless disciples, very authoritative, he specializes in the study of the humanistic atmosphere of the Song Dynasty, this year is seventy, but the spirit is vibrant, he came in, did not go anywhere, directly went to the "Qingming Riverside Map" there.

When he first saw this "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", his eyes never took his eyes off.

There was silence for a minute.

"Okay, good ....... Qi Yong applauded, his face slightly red, as if he had seen some rare treasure, "This Master Lin is really not ordinary, and he is obviously also a scholar who has a deep study of the Song Dynasty. ”

"Professor Qi, is this painting really that valuable?" asked another old man, who also studied the history of the Song Dynasty, but compared to Qi Yong, it was still a little bit different.

Qi Yong waved his hand, "I take a closer look, the painting shows the cultural scenery on both sides of Bianjing, which can be found in the history books, but it can be expressed in the painting, it is unbelievable." ”

And those masters of Chinese painting connoisseurship are also devoted to painting.

They were all authority figures, and when they studied the paintings closely, their hearts began to surge.

Especially after gradually going deeper, the more they look at it, the more frightened they become, even after zooming in, the details in the painting are handled so well, the brushstrokes are not messy, and even smooth, which is impossible in modern times.

Even among the famous paintings of the old masters, it is impossible to be so perfect.

What shocked them even more was that these paintings gave them a sense of shock, and they were unimaginably shocked, and when they looked at it, their whole heart was full of these paintings, and there were no side objects to occupy.

Until the evening.

These masters came out full of energy, and the most authoritative old man among them left only one sentence.

"National treasure, a shocking work, passed down for centuries. ”