Seeing that An Yi was already speechless, Tang Yan waved his hand: "Okay, okay, no matter what, you can talk about making money first." ”

An Yi glanced at Tang Yan with complicated eyes a few times, and then finally licked his chapped lips and said: "Someone wants to buy a picture of Qi Baishi's group of shrimp from me, but I know that a few people have it, but no matter how much I lobby, those collectors refuse to give it away." I myself have worked copying Qi Baishi's shrimp, and I wanted to copy one myself, but after seeing your painting Mr. Tang, I realized how big my gap was, so I ......"

"So you want me to help you copy a painting, and since you are a broker of calligraphy and painting, you also want to have a hand in the art of old-fashioned. Then you sell it to your customers as old and pretend to be genuine! Tang Yan directly helped An Yi to replenish completely, and then sighed and said: "In this way, you dare to say that you are not a liar, although it is said that the antique calligraphy and painting industry rarely buys and sells fakes, but you are a liar after all!" ”

An Yi hurriedly waved his hand: "Mr. Tang, you misunderstood......

"But you are the liar, and I am only responsible for painting, so this matter is not negotiable. Tell me, how much can you give me for this painting? ”

An Yi was completely stunned, before Tang Yan still put on a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance and seemed to hate the behavior of knowing and buying fakes in the art trading industry, but now the conversation changed suddenly, and he asked the price directly.

After hesitating for a moment, An Yi still said: "This price depends on the size, and I also need to see how large the paintings Mr. Tang can control in order to roughly estimate a price." ”

Tang Yan said without thinking about it: "That means that the bigger the better?" Think about it, Qi Baishi's largest group of shrimp is probably "The Dragons Entering the Sea", right? The painting Tang Yan refers to is a work by Qi Baishi in 1924, with a horizontal axis of 492 centimeters and a width of 84.5 centimeters of two and a half feet. There are a total of 102 shrimps on the painting, which are almost the same in size but have different expressions, which can be described as the pinnacle of Qi Baishi's work.

It's just that An Yi heard this, and waved his hand directly: "It's not such a big one, it's too exaggerated, although the authenticity of the painting that was auctioned last year is quite controversial, but the price of the whole painting has been pushed to hundreds of millions, which is almost an indisputable fact." Such a painting is too exaggerated to hang at home. ”

"Oh, that's it......" Tang Yan was obviously a little disappointed, but he didn't know that what An Yi said was indeed a consideration, but there was another point, that is, An Yi didn't believe that anyone could control the copying of such a large work, even if he had seen the small work that Tang Yan had brought at his fingertips, and felt that Tang Yan's brushwork was deeply charming to Qi Baishi, and he didn't think he could really paint such a large work.

"Everyone has a different layout, and the bigger the painting is not necessarily the better, the first thing we need to think about now is to look like it, and then we can think about increasing the format. Moreover, Mr. Tang, you may have misunderstood me, I did not intend to sell your paintings to the other party as genuine......"

Tang Yan laughed and said, "Yes, I understand......"

An Yi was speechless, he knew that Tang Yan didn't seem to believe his words. But he couldn't help but explain: "The situation is like this, the client is an entrepreneur, and he wants to get some art to frame the façade. But with the current market, Mr. Qi Baishi's shrimp picture and a square foot of work will be sold for hundreds of thousands, and he can't afford such a price. So, I hope I can find some good imitation fakes, which are nothing more than vassal elegance. ”

As soon as he said this, Tang Yan understood, he didn't bother to ask if it was true or not, anyway, in his opinion, he was just a painter, as for how others tossed the things drawn, it was a comfortable thing. However, the price of hundreds of thousands of square feet made Tang Yan's eyes shine, and one square foot is not much bigger than a piece of A4 paper, so it is hundreds of thousands, so get a square meter, tsk, it is not millions? Even if it's a fake, it has to be hundreds of thousands, right?

As soon as he thought of the number of hundreds of thousands, a pile of thick red paper and pen instantly appeared in front of Tang Yan's eyes, and his eyes suddenly glowed with gold, and his heart burst into joy.

An Yi didn't know that Tang Yan had fallen into the fantasy of counting money, and seeing that Tang Yan was not angry, he said tentatively: "Mr. Tang, if it is convenient for you, can you draw a work first." Mr. Qi Baishi has a picture of a shrimp swimmer, the size is 66.6 times 34.3 centimeters on the vertical axis, Mr. Tang, why don't you copy that painting first? ”

In a word, the red ticket full of Tang Yan's head was dispersed to the end, Tang Yan was very dissatisfied and knew that An Yi still didn't trust his level enough.

"I'm afraid that I won't be able to draw well, just say it, it's not real at all." Then he stood up and made a gesture to leave.

"Don't don't, Mr. Tang, I don't believe in your level, don't go, let's discuss ......" An Yi grabbed Tang Yan, for fear that Tang Yan would leave. This painting, the buyer has been looking for him for a while, he originally hoped to receive a good fake, but these fakes that have passed through his hands are not even as good as his own, he also tried to paint it himself, but the painting always lacks the style and bones, it is easy to meet Tang Yan, he doesn't want to let it go like this.

"What a walk! Don't you want to see me paint, can we start painting here? You at least have a studio or something, right? ”

An Yi realized that Tang Yan was a quick surname, and when he said that he wanted to write, he was ready to leave immediately. At the moment, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly called the waiter to settle the bill.

"Is your place far from here?" Tang Yan asked strangely.

An Yi was puzzled: "It's not far, it's next to the American college, and I'll drive five minutes to get there." ”

"So what do you settle the bill? Let the two of them sit here for a while, and we'll come back after we finish painting. ”

"Huh?" An Yi was dumbfounded, Yaya said that it only took a few minutes for Tang Yan to paint the gadget yesterday, although An Yi was also surprised by his speed, but he also felt that it was just a miniature copy after all, probably with a meaning, and this needs to be copied as much as possible to be exactly the same as the original, at least it will take several hours to complete. But seeing Tang Yan's current meaning, he is still ready to complete this painting within an hour at most......

"Mr. Tang, this is almost the same copy, I'm afraid we won't be able to come back for a while, right?"

"Why can't you come back? Why don't you just draw a few shrimp? Even if you go to the market and buy it, wash it, cook it, and then peel it and eat it, it won't take you an hour. No checkout, no checkout. ”

No way? Anyway, it is also a copy of Qi Baishi's work, and it was actually compared by Tang Yan to buying vegetables in the vegetable market? Would you like to prepare some rice wine and ginger shreds or something?

After thinking about it, An Yi had no choice but to ask Ji Fanxi for his teeth, saying that he and Tang Yan would come back as soon as possible, and if it took a long time, he would ask Ji Fanxi to call Tang Yan, and then hurriedly chased out the door, Tang Yan was obviously waiting impatiently outside the door.

Driving the car, with a belly full of suspicions, An Yi finally led Tang Yan to his home.

The place where An Yi lived was the former studio of the Art College, which has also expanded over the years and built better buildings, and the earliest studios were rented out to some art college teachers in need as studios, and An Yi simply settled his home here.

The area of the room is very large, more than 200 square meters, except for a small corner separated by a bedroom and a bathroom, most of the rest of the area has become a comfortable work area.

A solid wood drawing table, the size of two dining tables, is placed in the middle of the house and has all kinds of painting tools.

Tang Yan didn't talk nonsense after entering the door, walked straight to the table, stretched out his hand and stretched out to Anyi, "paper comes to pen", and simply let Anyi not dare to make unnecessary movements.

Spreading out the paper, Tang Yan took the paperweight and pressed the two ends, took the suitable brush from the pen holder, and waited for An Yi to polish the ink, and prepared to put down the pen without hesitation.

"Mr. Tang, don't you need to look at the pictures of the paintings?" Just when Tang Yan was about to put pen to paper, An Yi couldn't help but interrupt him.

Tang Yan looked back at him very dissatisfied: "Are you talking about Qi Baishi's picture of swimming shrimp at the age of eighty-seven?" There are a total of four shrimps on the last three, and the paragraph on the left is 'Baishi Eighty-Nine'? (To explain, Qi Baishi was seventy-five years old and believed that a fortune teller said that he was 75 years old, so he claimed to be 77 years old by saying that he was 77 years old, and then all the paintings with age were two years older)

Although it is rare to say that two paintings of the same size are completely identical, An Yi would never have imagined that he just said a size, and Tang Yan actually knew exactly that painting. Although this is not a great skill, it can definitely be seen how well Tang Yan understands Qi Baishi's works, and his foundation is very solid. In this way, An Yi also has greater confidence in Tang Yan's copying skills.

He was wandering by himself, but Tang Yan had already put down his pen like a god, brushing a little bit, and the snow-white rice paper was already covered with ink.

Change the pen, and then fall ......

Still without thinking, as if he had copied this painting thousands of times and knew it by heart.

In the end, it took twenty minutes, and the whole painting was finished. Tang Yan took the original pen again, and wrote the words "Baishi Eighty-Nine" on the left side of the rice paper.

"The seal is your business......" With that, Tang Yan dropped his pen and looked at the table at ease, a picture of a wonderful shrimp swim has been completed, and the study of Bai Shi's painting with ease is at least without taking the photo for comparison, he is already amazed at the similarity of this painting.

Just as he was carefully appreciating, Tang Yan was standing aside but suddenly heard a crisp "ding" sound in his head, and then, Heimei's stiff voice sounded in his head.