Qin Fen's words of silence opened the beginning of painting, and at the same time left an indelible impression in the hearts of the two.

Awesome people just don't care about the details, if you say that you wear a awesome watch and drive a luxury car, it is very embarrassing, and if the home is decorated with antiques, it will be even more hanging. But Qin Fen's sentence to shut up will teach you how to be a man in minutes.

People are antiques that are used for consumables, and if you are not convinced, you will not explain it at all, and you will not care, which is completely inappropriate.

Qin Fen felt everything that Wu Daozi brought to him, and with a movement of the brush in his hand, he began to walk the dragon and snake, and soon a landscape painting was quickly formed on paper.

Qin Fen didn't know what to say, anyway, he followed his feelings, and he felt that it was okay.

Fu Qiang was already dumbfounded, pointed at Qin Fen, and looked at Song Shaoqing, "He really will?" ”

Song Shaoqing was also speechless, this thing really can't be treated with common sense, he has never seen painting before, so he knows that he has nothing to do to play the Rubik's Cube, "It seems to be!" "Boss Song couldn't cry or laugh, he originally wanted to squeeze Qin Fen and tell you to pretend to be forced, but he didn't think about it, the other party really would, it seems that the painting is not bad.

After finishing the painting, Qin Fen put down the pen and moved his wrist, "That's it, I'm just an amateur, it's impossible to expect me to draw well." Take it if you love it! ”

"Yes, why not!" Song Shaoqing smiled on his face, no matter how you draw, just rush this rice paper, you have to ask for it. Picking it up, a burst of fragrance came to his face, Song Shaoqing's face changed, shit, you are not only ancient rice paper, but also your uncle's ancient ink, there is a strong fragrance of Chinese medicinal materials in it, and it is physically and mentally comfortable when you smell it, which is very different from the pungent taste of modern times.

Is this still amateurish? Song Shaoqing's muscles cramped a little. His old man plays calligraphy when he has nothing to do. Of course, he is no stranger to the four treasures of the study. Now that I look at it, his old man is an amateur. Those are all good things that he has worked so hard to get, but compared to Chef Qin's equipment, it is sad.

Qin Fen didn't feel it at all, what ancient ink, rice paper, he didn't pursue this, anyway, there were a lot of Haitian City. How much and how much to have.

"Give me a pair too!" Fu Qiang also wants.

"I'm tired today, I want to sleep, draw to see the mood!" Qin Fen muttered, shouldn't you two grandsons go to your awesome nightlife, what is Lao Lai here with buddies, you can't just want to be quiet. "Originally, the painting was average, but if I was in a bad mood, the painting was even worse!"

Song Shaoqing was very happy to get a painting, "Yes, you have a good rest." There will be opportunities in the future, although not famous. But Qin Fen, you can draw, at least better than me! ”

Qin Fen looked at him strangely, much better than you, this is the skill experience of painting saints, what kind of thing are you?

"I'm so dizzy, I want to sleep!" Qin Fen fell on the sofa and closed his eyes, which means that you can get out.

Song Shaoqing pulled Fu Qiang and flashed out.

Looking at the painting in his hand, he sighed, "This kid is actually not bad at painting!" ”

Fu Qiang's eyes rolled, he couldn't see Song Shaoqing's sneer, he lost the bet today, "Why don't you go upstairs and take a look, let everyone comment, let's not say who painted it, the evaluation is high, I am a hundred inferior to you, and the evaluation is low, you are inferior to me by a hundred!" ”

Song Shaoqing's eyes rolled, "I heard that you asked Qin Fen to buy wine, I don't want money, take a bottle of wine to pay off the debt!" ”

"Dream less, I have money, and wine is just that!" Fu Qiang was not convinced, "Unless you also use Qingquan Dew to resist!" ”

"Just play, you think I'm scared!" The two scolded and got on the elevator.

took out a membership card, Song Shaoqing put it on the elevator, there are several floors of the elevator here, unless you are a member, there is a very special club, basically not to the public, they are frequent visitors here, because it is quiet, the environment is good, and the people who come and go are not idle, so Song Shaoqing arranged the hotel where he fixed the activity venue to the chef.

It's also convenient to come out to play in this way, the two went up the floor, and soon came out, and as soon as they got out of the elevator, they came to a hall that looked like a tea room.

The interior is very stylishly arranged, without the bright lights and hustle and bustle of the general clubhouse, it is like being far away from the world, and it is extraordinarily quiet.

As soon as the two entered the door, a girl wearing a cheongsam greeted them, "Mr. Song hasn't been here for a long time!" Do you still go to a private room? ”

Song Shaoqing shook his head, I came to bet today, of course I was spending it in the hall, there were many people here.

He and Fu Qiang looked at each other and smiled, and the two found a place to sit down by the door, ordered two cups of tea, and spread out the painting.

Song Shaoqing lit a cigarette, "Tsk, Qin Fen's painting is okay!" ”

Fu Qiang was a little sour, because he didn't, "The equipment is very good, the painting is average, after all, it is an amateur." ”

Song Shaoqing looked at him obscenely, that's not accurate, you don't know about that thing, whatever he plays, he can play flowers, if it's not good, you can suffocate yourself with this sentence.

"yes, then let's bet!" Song Shaoqing is full of confidence in Chef Qin, this is not an antique, and he doesn't need any famous artists.

The two chatted and drank tea, and a few people came down from upstairs, and when they saw Song Shaoqing and Fu Qiang, they immediately walked over.

"Yo, isn't this Shaoqing, what? Coming back from Shanya? ”

Song Shaoqing tilted his head and glanced at each other, the two didn't have a cold very much, and their identities were about the same.

"Who am I talking about, isn't this Mr. Chen? Why don't you go and fiddle with your belongings today and come over for tea! ”

"Didn't I make an appointment with a friend, let's contact a few pieces today, hey, Song Shaoqing, you also play calligraphy and painting, this painting is a bit interesting!" As soon as Mr. Chen looked down, he saw the painting of the chef.

Fu Qiang was just about to speak, but Song Shaoqing glanced at him fiercely, the meaning is obvious, you shut up for me.

"Yes, you're an expert to help me see, am I at a loss?"

"How much did you buy it?" Mr. Chen is very strange, when did you start playing this, aren't you afraid of being blind?

Song Shaoqing raised two fingers, he bought this painting from Qin Fen for 200,000 yuan, this price is really expensive for an amateur, if it weren't for the other party's equipment, he would feel that he was wronged.

The middle-aged man surnamed Chen nodded, picked it up and looked at it, it was a little strange, there was no payment, there was no seal, everything was wooden, the most nonsense thing was that this technique was rare, nonsense, Wu Daozi's paintings were really handed down from generation to generation.

Although it is rare, the technique is very thick, and the landscape painting has both gods and shapes, and the most rare thing is that there is a trace of freedom on the paper.

One word to describe it, atmospheric, chic, there is a feeling of red dust.

Taking a breath, Mr. Chen nodded, the paper is good paper, the ink is good ink, as for the age, he can't see it at once.

"Mr. Lan, come over and help me grow my eyes, you are an expert!"

The man next to Mr. Chen was Lan Yibing, he took it and looked at it, with the same solemn expression, this paper is an ancient craft of the Tang Dynasty, and it is basically invisible now, as for the ink, the same is true, good guy, this painting is a little weird, this is obviously a little wrong with the ink.

Lan Yibing didn't speak well, he just talked about the material, because he had a question, so it was better not to speak.

When Mr. Chen heard this, this was very similar to his judgment, but he couldn't tell the age.

"Song Shaoqing, do you sell this painting?"

The two of them were stunned, Fu Qiang was even more confused, and asked uncertainly, "You want to buy it?" ”

"Nonsense, I won't let you suffer, you bought it for two million, and you missed it. I'm out of three million! Because I didn't pay for it, I don't know if it's a famous artist, which one it's from, this painting, I can get up to three million! ”

Poof, Fu Qiang sprayed Song Shaoqing in the face with a sip of tea, and then looked at Mr. Chen weirdly with the other party, you are so lacking in heart! Qin Fen's painting is worth three million? Song Shaoqing opened his mouth wide, how can you tell that you spent two million? It's 200,000! This is still going for the paper, and it is completely a friendship price. (To be continued.) )