Oh, this young man has the temperament of a young master in the old society's mansion, but his eyes are clean and his temperament is also clean, which can't help but make Jin Shangyi have a good impression of this young man.

Can it not be like the young master, who has played Tang Maochang, Bo Yi Kao, Gao Xiang, Zhou Ping...... Almost all of them are young masters, the difference is between ancient and modern young masters, and young masters who are hostages or young masters who have studied abroad.

But at this time, he played Zhou Ping, and his setting for Zhou Ping was that this person was clean and transparent.

Jiang Xun also looked at Dean Jin who was approaching.

"Hello, I want to buy your painting, please make a price."

Oh, Jin Shangyi was stunned, knowing that this young man wanted to buy paintings, but he didn't expect him to be so straightforward.

Well, he is a painter and a teacher, but he is also a person in society, and he also has to live.

At this time, Jiang Zhaohe's paintings were only sold for more than 40 yuan, and ordinary workers could buy Qi Baishi's paintings with a month's salary......

Jin Shangyi gritted his teeth, in this era when Chinese calligraphy and painting were seriously undervalued and painters were in embarrassment, he quoted thirty yuan, not afraid of jokes, a little less than Jiang Zhaohe's teacher.

"Thirty is thirty, I want that double body." Jiang Xun is very refreshing.

Is it worth it?

Wu Gang blinked, it's really worth it, you can sleep with the painting in your arms at night.

His painting was the first to be sold at the exhibition, which made Jin Shangyi a little excited, it seems that some people still know art.

His affection for the young man in front of him increased dramatically, and he even wanted to inquire about his family background, but it was not appropriate to speak lightly, so he could only swallow back what he wanted to say.

"Then where do you live, when the exhibition is over, I'll send you the painting." The painting was sold on the first day, which is estimated to be an exciting good news in the Academy of Fine Arts, and Jin Shangyi took the initiative to change his attitude towards this young man who was much smaller than himself.

Alas, thirty yuan to buy a painting, Wu Gang felt excited, he pulled He Bing to look at the exhibition again. Especially the double human figure, he felt that if he didn't look at it again, he wouldn't be able to see it in the future.

"Teacher Jin, don't be so polite, I'll take it after the exhibition is over." Wu Gang and He Bing left, only Ding Zhicheng was there, and Jiang Xun didn't hide anything from him, he asked Jin Shangyi directly, "Do you have any other paintings to sell here?" ”

Other paintings? There really is.

Jin Shangyi thought for a while, "We have a calligraphy and painting service department here, and there are many paintings in it, all of which are old works, and they are also sold out,...... But no one buys it. "He doesn't want to pit this young man, but no one buys it, and no one buys it if it's moldy.

At this time, the mainland still did not realize the true value of calligraphy and painting, and judging from the average salary of Peking residents, there were many paintings that could be bought for 100 yuan.

For example, Li Keran's paintings only cost a few dozen yuan, Wu Zuoren's paintings cost about thirty or forty yuan, and Liu Bingsen's paintings only cost two yuan.

And Fu Baoshi's 100-dollar Mrs. Xiang was auctioned at Sotheby's Hong Kong for a sky-high price of 180,000 Hong Kong dollars.

It is conceivable that in this era, there is very little demand for culture, and everyone pays more attention to material life, after all, filling the stomach is the most important thing.

At this time, the collection of famous paintings, intentionally or unintentionally, was often valued at hundreds or tens of millions in later generations, but the painters could never enjoy the huge wealth they created.

"We don't have to sell paintings, after all, art museums have to maintain them normally......" Jin Shangyi is still clinging to the painter's high level.

That's right, because there is no money, the huge museum can't even get the money for maintenance, and it is often constrained by funds, so it has to sell the collection.

The three of them came to the service department quietly, the service department was messy, calligraphy and paintings were everywhere, Jiang Xun didn't say anything, and he couldn't see anything on his face.

"Xunzi, do you really want to buy paintings?" Ding Zhicheng couldn't understand and didn't want to ask, but he knew that Jiang Xun was rich, and he was rich.

"Well," Jiang Xun picked up one casually, this is a painting by Fan Zeng, "How much?" ”

"Thirty." The staff in the service department replied with a careless look. Seeing Jiang Xun put down the painting, he was even less enthusiastic, yes, no one came to buy the painting, it was better to buy a roast chicken than to buy a painting.

Jiang Xun's heart was excited, a painting by Fan Zeng only sold for 30 yuan, it was such a famous painting, and few people bought it.

He looked at it again, Li Keran, Jiang Zhaohe, Fu Baoshi...... It's everyone!

"Mr. Jin, I want to ask how many paintings there are here?"

Seeing Jiang Xun put down the painting, Jin Shangyi was disappointed for a while, but he still replied, "About more than two thousand." ”

"Okay, I'll buy them all."

Ding Zhicheng was flipping through the paintings, and sure enough, some of the paintings already had a musty smell, but when he heard Jiang Xun's words, he felt a thunderbolt in his head.

Jin Shangyi couldn't believe his own ears, the value of the collection sold this time was too great, Jiang Xun wanted to buy them all?

"Do you know that to buy these paintings, you will need more than 60,000 yuan!"

"Just kidding." The staff stood up, unable to believe it was real, but he thought how good it must be, that there was really money in the museum.

"No kidding, I'll go home and get the money, but I have a request, there is no shortage of paintings here." Jiang Xun was very serious, "You have to help me transport it home." ”

Jin Shangyi didn't dare to agree, but he subconsciously wanted to report to the leader immediately.

The leader came quickly, asking left and right, does this young man have so much money?

"We are human arts, today the British minister came to cut the ribbon, we are the British minister's students," Ding Zhicheng's words are not false, Ying Ruocheng really taught classes in the eighth and eighth and seventh classes, "Xiao Jiang, people have overseas relations, and their aunt is in the United States, so they send dollars to China." ”

Although he didn't want Jiang Xun to buy paintings, and tried his best to prevent him from buying paintings, he didn't allow anyone to look down on his brother.

Ding Zhicheng's nonsense can dispel the doubts of the leadership, and the relationship between the United States and the United States is really rich.

He wanted to sell his paintings, but he didn't want to sell them so much, to a young Chinese, but when he heard about the relationship with the United States, he wanted to sell them again, after all, he had an American aunt.

In this way, more than 2,000 calligraphy and paintings of celebrities costing 60,000 yuan were packed into six or seven coffin-sized boxes, and these calligraphy and paintings were transported to Dongchang Hutong and stored in the backyard.

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, you see we still have a volume of Liu Bingsen's handwriting here...... "The leader saw that the inventory was cleared, and his heart was excited.

Seeing that there was a bundle of calligraphy works in the corner, a total of fifty sheets, Jiang Xun was "unwilling" to ask for it at first, and it was a little moldy. But he couldn't stand the persuasion of the leader. He had to pretend to be embarrassed and agreed.

Liu Bingsen's calligraphy is known for his lily and regular calligraphy, and he is also a long line and grass, which is unique in the Chinese calligraphy circle, and is even more respectfully known as "Liu Tilishu".

"A hundred?" He bargained.

"A hundred is a hundred," the leader was in a good mood, well, he calculated, these calligraphy works

There are more than 30 words in total, and one word sells for three yuan, which is worth it!

It's worth it!

Jiang Xun didn't dare to look at him, he was afraid that the leaders would see his pride.

It didn't take long for Liu Bingsen's words to sell well in the 90s, hundreds of yuan a foot, and in a few years, Liu Bingsen's works could be sold for 15,000 yuan a foot!

What a concept of fifteen thousand in the nineties!

He has never seen a stock that has risen 10,000 times, and calligraphy and painting have indeed earned 10,000 times the price.

"This 60,000 yuan, Xunzi," Ding Zhicheng saw that he was silent, and knew that he was holding things in his heart, but he didn't expect that it would be 60,000 yuan and several sets of courtyard houses.

Alas, Jiang Xun didn't care, but now he really has no money, he is really poor, if he has money, he will buy insurance for the painting, and now he has to keep it in the backyard.

"I want to go to insurance......"

"What kind of insurance, let's insure my head first." Ding Zhicheng couldn't persuade him no matter how he persuaded him, "You make a fool, buy back a bunch of paintings, can you hang them up, change them a day, and change them for seven years." ”

Jiang Xun smiled and smiled innocently, "Well, if someone says in the future, in 1989, there was a stupid boy named Jiang Xun who spent 60,000 yuan to buy nearly 2,000 paintings by Qi Baishi, Li Keran and other famous artists......"

Later, the valuation of these paintings was billions, the market value soared by 10,000 times, and some of the collections were even more valuable.

Jiang Xun can even pick a random one, which can become the treasure of some museums.

"Xunzi, did you buy that painting, where are you hanging, there is no place in the dormitory," He Bing and Wu Gang finally came back, and the two were still thinking about the double body, "Where do you put it?" ”

Ding Zhicheng didn't say anything, there was no place to put this one, and people bought more than 2,000 pieces, no, he suddenly made a stir, he had to try to stop Jiang Xun, he had to talk to Teacher Su Min and Director Xia.