[070] Remembering the old people

On September 19, 2013, Sotheby's New York held a special auction of ancient Chinese paintings and calligraphy.

Among them, a vertical scroll "Viewing the Waterfall of Lushan Mountain" by the famous painter Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty started at 300 million US dollars, and after 120 rounds of bidding, it was finally sold at a sky-high price of 590 million US dollars (about 3.59 billion yuan in Huaxia), setting a new world record for Tang Yin's calligraphy and painting auction.

And this "Autumn Evening Picture of Mountain Dwelling" is no less artistic value than the "Lushan Waterfall Viewing Map" of that year, which can be called the pinnacle of art history.

Tang Bohu has a very high prestige and is widely circulated among the Chinese people, and such a masterpiece through the ages will inevitably cause everyone to rob him.

"Brother Mobai, is this painting very valuable?"

Tang Qingya asked curiously, she didn't understand art, Tang Bohu was just a legendary figure.

And Su Mobai himself is extremely talented in artistic attainments, and he is also Wang Daqian's protégé.

Wang Daqian is the president of the Southern Xinjiang Calligraphy and Painting Association, a famous painting master, and has a high prestige in this field.

At this moment, Su Mobai stared at the booth with burning eyes, with a deep sense of reverence on his face.

"It's valuable, it's quite valuable, Tang Bohu's paintings can be auctioned for three or five billion yuan in the world, which is only high or low in China. ”

Su Mobai swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely, her eyes shining brightly, as if she saw a young lady without clothes.

Nani?

Thirty and five billion!

Tang Qingya directly covered her mouth and screamed, this painting was even better than the Tang family's nearly 100 years of hard work and accumulation.

The combined assets of the entire Tang family are only more than two billion.

"How can anyone be willing to spend so much money to buy a painting?"

In their eyes, this painting is just a piece of paper, plus some paints, the cost is less than 100 yuan, how can it be combined and processed by art masters, and the value can reach billions?

It's incredible!

"Yes, in the past few days, the news has also said that there is a beautiful sister surnamed Pan who earns 100,000 yuan a month by painting, and she bought a suite for her father at a young age. Xiao Chuqing covered her mouth and said enviously.

Those who can rely on their skills at a young age to gain recognition from everyone in society are indeed worthy of applause.

"What do you mean that liar?" Su Mo glanced at him and said very angrily and disdainfully:

"The editor who promoted this news must have been blind, and that Ms. Pan's painting was nothing short of insulting to art. ”

As a big-name figure in the industry, Su Mobai can see at a glance that the words on the news are just spray-printed and printed, and then shaped with some brushstrokes to deceive the layman. And the few works she can take out her hands are still stolen from others, which is simply a shame and scum in the industry.

"This kind of person, don't mention it. Su Mobai shook his head and said:

"You can't understand this art thing, as long as you know, anyone who paints will be ashamed of himself when he sees Tang Yin's works. ”

"At the end of the day, money is just a piece of paper, what can really be passed down through the ages, what will last for centuries is the splendid culture, brilliant art and great creation of a nation. ”

Su Mobai talked eloquently and gracefully, instantly capturing the favor of countless girls.

Many people also looked at Tang Bohu's work with more admiration.

The reason why China is a country of ancient civilization and etiquette is because every Chinese citizen has carved civilization into their blood.

Many ordinary people may not understand art, but it does not prevent them from respecting artists and the palace-level masters who have created the splendid culture of our nation!

"Ye Xuan, Mr. Dong Li praised your calligraphy for being great, what do you think of this painting?"

Xiao Chuqing suddenly remembered that Ye Xuan was also very accomplished in calligraphy, so she asked.

Her question, suddenly, made the eyes of countless people with a heart focus on Ye Xuan's body.

At the mention of Tang Bohu, Ye Xuan's mood suddenly became a little heavy, he raised his head and stared at the painting for a long time, his eyes seemed to appear the white-clothed genius who was open and prosperous back then.

The world laughed at him, and he only said: "Others laugh at me for being too crazy, and I laugh at others who can't see through it." ”

The world is chasing fame and fortune, but he said:

"I don't board the ship of the Son of Heaven, and I don't go to sleep in peace.

There is a thatched hut outside the city of Gusu, and the moon is full of ten thousand trees and plum blossoms. ”

That year, Tang Yin was sick in bed, he went to visit, he smiled slightly, and wrote his deathbed:

"Born in the sun, there is an end, and what does it matter if you die and return to the underworld,

The sun and the earth are similar, only when drifting in a foreign land. ”

That night, Ye Xuan was alone, buried his old friend outside Gusu City, and carved two lines of Dongpo's poem in front of the stele:

"Bamboo canes and shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid?

Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine. ”

Although Bohu does not move the world with his poetic name, he is open-minded and heroic, and he is not weak and white.

Coming back to his senses, Ye Xuan didn't want to show this emotion, but said lightly:

"Bohu has been lonely all his life, but his heart has always been as innocent as a child, and his paintings are naturally excellent, but there is still some distance from the peak artistic level. ”

Xu is Ye Xuan's tone was faintly lonely, Xiao Chuqing did not feel inappropriate, but felt a little sad.

Poof!

Su Mobai couldn't help it, leaned on the handle of the chair, and laughed: "Haha, I really laughed to death." ”

After a while, Su Mobai stopped laughing: "Still Bohu, you seem to be very familiar with Tang Bohu." ”

"Moreover, Tang Bohu's portrait of a lady is unparalleled in the world, it is the pinnacle of art history, and it is known as the first painter in ancient and modern times, which has been recognized by countless famous artists. ”

Speaking of this, a trace of disdain flashed across the corners of Su Mobai's eyes, and he said in a tone that taught the liar a lesson:

"Be naïve and ignorant! don't pretend to understand if you don't understand!"

"It's just that you deceive the little girl, in front of the real Fang family, it will only make people laugh. ”

Ye Xuan didn't pay attention to Su Mobai, and said to Xiao Chuqing: "Dong Li invited me to create a work and use it as an auction item. Just right, can let you enjoy it. ”

"Wow! Really?"

Xiao Chuqing's eyes had little stars in her eyes, and she looked at Ye Xuan with adoration.

He didn't know that Dong Li had worshiped Ye Xuan as his teacher, and he thought that Dong Li loved talent, but if it was said to be an auction, it would be sold for tens of thousands of yuan, right?

However, it is already admirable that a high school student's painting can be sold for tens of thousands of yuan, and most high school students are still asking their parents for money.

Who knows,

"Poof—"

Another burst of laughter came.

Su Mobai helped the Polaroid gold wire glasses on the bridge of her nose, and the corners of her mouth were still holding back a smile, making a look that she couldn't hold back.

He stood up, raised his hand and shook the Patek Philippe watch worth 300, before he forced a smile and said:

"This beautiful girl, he's talking nonsense there, you don't have to take it seriously. ”

"Why?"

(End of chapter)