"It's Lao Sun's painting."

The old man glanced at the label on the scroll.

Gu Tongxiang is still a little impressed by this painting.

The traditional style of painting and calligraphy in Burma is similar to that of Chinese painting, but since the arrival of the British, the whole style has been influenced by the West.

Nowadays, even in Myanmar, oil painting and watercolor painting are the mainstream.

There are only a few painters in Myanmar who take the oriental art route.

Gu Tongxiang, who has studied oil painting and Chinese painting, is one of them, and the old grandson in his mouth is also one.

The other party lives in Mandalay, the second largest city in Myanmar, and has a few encounters with Mr. Gu, and his painting level is also in the middle of the match.

Because Lao Sun is relatively young and there is still room for improvement, his fame and price may even be slightly higher than Gu Tongxiang.

This painting is not large, it is a small painting two feet square, based on the purchase price of the uncle, it is profitable, but it is not big.

"What's wrong with this painting?"

Gu Tongxiang frowned.

"It's not that there's a problem with the preservation, it's just that when I look at the paintings, I suddenly feel a little incongruous."

Gu Weijing unfolded the scroll.

"Incongruity, what incongruity! What do you know as a little kid? Since the painting itself is fine, my aunt will not do it, she feels that Gu Weijing is not good.

Her husband is responsible for the purchase of art and all kinds of entertainment, and there is no merit and hard work.

As a result, this nephew hasn't inherited the gallery yet, so now he's picking and picking.

If the old man really hands over the gallery to him in the future, can he still have a good life in his own family?

"Alright, quiet."

Old man Gu Tongxiang waved his hand to stop his daughter-in-law's noise.

"Incongruous? You showed the painting to Professor Lin Tao? This is what Professor Lin meant. ”

Gu Tongxiang glanced at the picture of "Kingfisher Singing Bamboo" and thought of a possibility.

"No, it's just my personal opinion."

"Hmph, personal opinion." The aunt let out a long-pitched, nasal voice on the side.

Gu Tongxiang was immediately a little disappointed,

In fact, the first time he saw this painting, he thought it was a little strange, and felt that the picture was a little scattered.

But it is impossible to say where the specific problem lies.

The old man just thinks that he has no eyes.

I didn't understand the works myself, but Gu Weijing could understand them.

Gu Tongxiang was still a little unconvinced.

He believed that his grandson's artistic achievements must be higher than his own, but that was the future, not the present.

Although his eldest son is not good at painting, he has been running in the art market since he graduated from high school, and he has also been in contact with the art industry for so many years, but his eyesight is not bad.

This old grandson's painting skills are no worse than his own,

Although they belong to the dwarf General Liba.

But if the whole of Yangon wants to find a better expert in Chinese painting than him, he really can't really find it.

If your grandson wants to appreciate calligraphy and painting at this level, it is best to talk about it in a few years.

"Okay, tell me what you think."

Gu Tongxiang still wanted to listen patiently to his grandson's opinion.

Whether it's right or wrong, having your own opinion on art is not a bad thing after all.

"First of all, the mood of this painting is not quite right."

"Looking at the state of the kingfisher's feathers and the luster on its body, the whole painting has a sense of water. Filled with humidity. Bamboo, on the other hand, presents a very dry feeling, which is somewhat out of tune. ”

Gu Weijing said softly.

He pointed his finger at the knot where the kingfisher's claws rested, and continued: "Especially the knots here, where the mood of the whole painting is broken...... And the ink spots on the bamboo knots here, grandpa, don't you think it's a little strange? ”

Gu Tongxiang lowered his head and looked at the painting, his fingers tapping on the scroll.

"What do you mean......"

He looked up at his grandson deeply, then lowered his head again, and fell into deep thought.

The first half of his grandson's sentence is like a lightning bolt piercing the night, accurately describing the sense of disobedience he felt when he looked at the painting in his heart.

However, what really made Old Man Gu Tongxiang fall into contemplation was the second half of the sentence.

The artistic conception is a thing that is relatively subtle, seemingly existential, and difficult to figure out.

But whether there is a mistake in the picture is much more intuitive.

Everyone is an insider in painting Chinese paintings, so they naturally understand how to paint bamboo.

Ink dots on the bamboo – usually with the smallest size pencil with thick ink, with the center of the pen.

The ink spots on Gu Weijing's fingers on this painting look like ...... dripping on the painting.

This is like finding differences or watching in a computer game, if no one reminds him, maybe Gu Tongxiang will not be able to notice the problem here at all.

But since Gu Weijing pointed it out, Gu Tongxiang, who has worked in the painting industry all his life, immediately discovered the problem.

Gu Tongxiang took out his mobile phone and dialed it.

"Hey, Boss Wu...... It's you, I'm Gu Tongxiang. Earlier, my son received a painting "Kingfisher Singing Bamboo" from you...... Uh-huh...... Otherwise, I'll give my grandson a call...... Well...... There is no need to return the goods, so many years of old friendship...... Well, continue to work together in the future. ”

After only a few minutes, the old man hung up the phone again.

"What did Boss Wu say?"

The aunt kept pricking up her ears and listening, she felt that her father-in-law was making a big fuss, obviously this nephew wanted to find trouble, and he had to make more calls.

She's here to see what people say.

Boss Wu is the second-class dealer who sold the picture of "Kingfisher Singing Bamboo" to Uncle.

Gu Tongxiang didn't answer immediately, just looked at his grandson, with surprise in his eyes, but more relief.

"My grandson is really a natural person who eats this bowl of rice."

Gu Tongxiang really believes that Gu Kaizhi, the ancestor of their family's genealogy, is not far-fetched by his descendants, and the family's blood really flows with the genes of this legendary painting saint.

He called Boss Wu before and asked about the painting.

Originally, the second-way dealer was still sloppy there.

When the old man Gu Tongxiang accurately pointed out the problem on the screen, and hinted that he could call Lao Sun to ask about the situation, the other side immediately changed his tone.

After all, there are only a few famous painters in Myanmar who paint Chinese paintings, and it is very possible that they know each other or are familiar with each other in private.

"This painting is indeed a remnant, originally Lao Sun commissioned someone else to customize the picture of the riverview lotus pond, and the ink stained the rice paper in the middle of the painting, so it was cut into a few one-and-a-half-foot sketches and sold."

This is not impossible,

Some painters deal with good scrap drafts like this.

Just tell someone when you close the painting.

As a result, the painting that Boss Wu received at the price of a scrapped manuscript was less than two hundred dollars, and it was sold to Gu's calligraphy and painting shop four times.

"Boss Wu said that he wanted to return the painting to us, but I refused. In the end, he gave me back five hundred dollars. ”

Gu Tongxiang shook his head.

Calligraphy and painting are the same as antiques, if you buy them and leave, Boss Wu can quadruple the painting for two hundred dollars and sell it to Gu's calligraphy and painting shop, which is the ability of others.

From the perspective of doing business, you can only say that the other party is not authentic, but there is no fundamental mistake.

Not to mention that it cost a thousand dollars to buy it, even if it cost a hundred thousand dollars to buy it, you can only blame yourself.

People are willing to return the money, or for the sake of hoping to continue to do business with the gallery for a long time in the future.

But Gu Tongxiang was not uncomfortable at all.

First of all, Gu's calligraphy and painting shop may not have much to lose, he Gu Tongxiang didn't see the problem with this painting at first, and ordinary customers couldn't see it.

Now that you know the ins and outs of this painting, if you are a conscientious businessman, it is best to add a small sticker in front of the frame.

It will be discounted, but it doesn't necessarily mean that it won't sell.

Many people like to buy this kind of discounted work, as if they are getting a bargain.

What really surprised him was that Gu Tongxiang found that in the blink of an eye, his grandson had even gone ahead of him on the road of art, at least in some fields.

A new generation replaces the old.

For the elderly, this sense of accomplishment of family inheritance made Gu Tongxiang feel a great sense of happiness.

It's a lot more important than a few hundred dollars back.

"You already have the ability to take care of our family's ancestral business, and when grandpa can't do it at all, you can take over. Gu's calligraphy and painting shop will belong to you in the future. ”

Gu Tongxiang ignored his aunt's embarrassed face and said it categorically.