The boss shook his head and entered the back room, and after a while, he pouted and moved out a few tables and chairs with similar shapes, "These are all plywood, cheap." 300 pens & fun & pavilions www.biquge.info chairs, and 500 teas. ”

I looked closely, and it felt like it was a little worse than the solid wood one. "Do you have any other styles here?"

"This is still a few years ago, who still uses plywood now?" The boss gave me a blank look.

"Okay, then these four chairs and the café." I waved my hand generously. "By the way, the compass and the peachwood sword are solid wood, right?"

"What more do you want? Buy a few pieces of plywood furniture and expect me to deliver something to you? Do you want me to give you my niece? "The boss was so angry." I don't have a plywood sword here. By the way, you have to pull the things yourself, and we are not responsible for delivering them. ”

The three of us made three trips to move things downstairs, and spent the money of a café to hire a pickup truck, and we went straight to Hongyuan Building in high spirits. As soon as I got downstairs, I saw Sun Tianhong getting out of the car with a plaque in his arm.

"You're fast enough." I took the plaque from Sun Tianhong's hand and weighed it carefully. The weight is very heavy, and the pitch-black wooden board is engraved with several gilded large characters, "Difu Cultural Service Company". The plaque looks antique, which is very in line with our overall temperament, I nodded with satisfaction, and returned the plaque to Sun Tianhong, "Let's hang it today." ”

When I got to the sixteenth floor, the whole office was completely new, the windows were bright, the desks were spotless, and there were a few pots of green plants under the windows, directing a few people to put the things they had bought, and I looked around and felt that something was missing.

"Do you need to decorate this wall?" Qin Wanru said.

Yes, I said what are the shortcomings, the white walls are bare, and you have to hang up the braille paintings. "Where do you sell calligraphy and paintings?" I asked, turning my head.

"Isn't there a road to recovery?" The second fat replied. "Forget it, the calligraphy and paintings in that place are not as good as mine." I shook my head. It seems that I still have to go to the academy gate again.

I arranged for a few of them to put the office back in place, and I took a taxi to the gate of the academy alone. Remembering that I hadn't given gifts to Bai Wuchang and Ma Mian recently, I simply went straight to Lao Yan's house.

Lao Yan was sitting in the yard and tying paper tweed, he was very happy to see me, and quickly stood up to pour me water, I grabbed him, "Sit and sit, I have nothing else to do, just come and shop." ”

"I haven't seen you in a few days." Lao Yan put the paper flower in his hand on the ground, handed over a cigarette and said.

"Isn't it always busy?" I lit a cigarette and took a puff, "How's business going?" ”

"Okay, by the way, I'll show you something good." Lao Yan lowered his voice and said mysteriously. I saw him trotting all the way back to the house, and soon came out with a small box.

I took it, and before I could open it, I smelled a faint fragrance that went straight to my heart. The box was opened, and several small red petals were placed in it. "The other side of the flower?" I asked curiously.

"Have you seen it?" Lao Yan was quite disappointed, and the affection that he originally showed off was swept away.

"I've not only seen it, but I've drunk it." I returned the box to Yan, "How did this thing get to the yang world?" ”

"I bought it in the ghost market. Two gold ingots are a petal, which is expensive. Lao Yan put the lid on the box and said.

"Is there really a ghost market?" I always thought it was made up by other supernatural authors.

"Yes, in Luoma City, on the fifteenth day of the first month of every month, if you are interested, I will take you around, it is all strange things." Seeing that I was very interested, Yan said.

"Okay, then I'll wait for your news. I'm going to buy a few more gold ingots. I took out the money and handed it to Yan, but Yan didn't count a handful and stuffed it into his pocket, so he went back to the house and took five gold ingots to me.

After leaving Lao Yan's house, I began to wander around the streets, there are indeed a lot of calligraphy and paintings here, and the streets are full of this and that hall, full of cultural atmosphere. I entered a "Duobao Pavilion" that looked like the largest face. As soon as I entered the door, I was attracted by a painting on the wall.

"Sir, good eyesight." A guy in a tunic saw that I was interested and hurriedly stepped forward to introduce him. "This is a masterpiece by a master, especially for a successful person like you."

A plump girl is lying on a crimson sofa and a blue cushion, naked, and the sensitive black area is clearly visible. "You still sell the Spring Palace picture?" I asked in amazement.

"Hehe, Mr. said he was smiling." The guy said embarrassedly: "This is the famous painting "Lying **** 170 million US dollars" by the Italian national treasure painter Amedeo Modigliani." ”

I was taken aback, "A bare-ass woman is so valuable." Hanging here, you're not afraid of being stolen? ”

"We're replicas." The guy hastened to explain.

"Fake?" As soon as I heard that it was a fake, I immediately lost interest. "Although it is a copy, it is also copied by the professor of our Academy of Fine Arts, which is collectible." The guy said curtly.

"These professors have nothing to do for a day? Drawing nude women every day? It's no wonder that the art world is getting more and more vulgar. I sighed.

The man ignored me, "Sir, what are you going to buy?" ”

"Is there a Chinese painting? It should reflect the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation. I asked, looking away from the wall.

"It's hard to find." The guy scratched his head, "Who still paints these now, don't all guests like bare-bottomed women?" Why don't you go to the other side of the house, maybe there is. ”

I went out and across the street was an old shop that looked down, the sign on the door looked shabby, and an old man in a robe was sitting in the shop smoking.

"Is there a Chinese painting?" I walked over and asked.

"Aren't they all on this wall?" The old man looked up at me.

When I looked, sure enough, the walls were full of paintings of different sizes, some of which depicted birds, some of which depicted flowers, and some of which depicted horses. "I want to buy something with a story, preferably loyalty, filial piety, etiquette and righteousness."

As soon as he heard me say this, the old man's eyes lit up, "Do you like this?" ”

"But no, how meaningful this is, what modern paintings are like modern poems are too unreliable." I looked at a picture of Qiu Ju on the wall and said.

"That is to say, if you look at these painters now, what kind of bullshit is they painted, people are not like people, ghosts are not like ghosts, and if you simply take a pot of dye and splash it on it, it is a painting, and if you take a pen and paint it twice, it is called postmodern, which is simply an insult to the word painting. I can't see that you're quite tasteful, young man. The old man stood up, looked at me, and nodded.

"Actually, I don't know much about it, but I don't like pretending, I just can't see those artists who claim that human beings are only making progress by pretending." The old man was obviously very happy when he heard my words, and said, "Come with me, and take a look at the back." ”