My disciple is Sun Wukong

Chapter 70

[070] Reminisce
On September 2013, 9, New York Sotheby's auction company held a special auction of Chinese ancient calligraphy and painting.

Among them, a vertical scroll "Waterfall Viewing on Mount Lu" by Tang Yin, a famous painter of the Ming Dynasty, started at 3 million US dollars. After 120 rounds of bidding, it was finally sold at a sky-high price of 5.9 million US dollars (about 35.9 billion yuan in Chinese currency), setting a new record for Tang Yin's calligraphy and painting auctions. world record.

And this "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn", whose artistic value is no less than that year's "Lushan Waterfall Viewing Picture", can be regarded as the pinnacle of the pinnacle in the history of art.

Tang Bohu's prestige is extremely high among the Chinese people, and it has been widely circulated. Such a masterpiece through the ages will inevitably arouse people's looting.

"Brother Mobai, is this painting very valuable?"

Tang Qingya asked curiously, she didn't understand art, Tang Bohu just existed in legends.

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

Wang Daqian is the president of the Nanjiang Painting and Calligraphy Association, a famous painting master, and has a high prestige in this field. Su Mobai is the special guest this time, and it is Wang Daqian who intends to support him.

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 50 billion in the world, but it's not too low in China."

Su Mobai swallowed hard, his eyes were shining brightly, as if seeing a young lady without clothes.

Nani?

Three fifty billion!

Tang Qingya covered her mouth and screamed. This painting was actually better than the hard work and accumulation of the Tang family for nearly a hundred years.

The combined assets of the entire Tang family are only in the early 20 billion.

"How can someone be willing to pay so much money to buy a painting?"

In their eyes, this painting is nothing more than a piece of paper with some paint added, and the cost is less than a hundred yuan. How can it be worth billions after being assembled and processed by master artists?

Incredible!

"Yeah, the news these days has said that there is a beautiful sister named Pan who earns [-] a month from painting, and 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 the recognition of everyone in the society are indeed worthy of applause.

"Are you talking about that liar?" Su Mo glanced blankly, and said very angrily and disdainfully:

"The editor who promoted this news must be blind. That Ms. Pan's painting is simply an insult to art."

As a figure in the industry, Su Mobai could tell at a glance that the words on the news were all inkjet prints, and then shaped some brushstrokes to deceive laymen.And the few works she could show were stolen from others, which was simply a disgrace and scum to the industry.

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

"You don't understand the art thing. You just need to know that anyone who paints will feel ashamed when he sees Tang Yin's works."

"At the end of the day, money is just a piece of paper. It is the splendid culture, brilliant art and great creation of a nation that can be passed down through the ages."

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

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

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

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

"Ye Xuan, Teacher Dong Li praised you for your excellent calligraphy. What do you think of this painting?"

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

This question of hers immediately caused the eyes of countless caring people to focus on Ye Xuan.

Mentioning Tang Bohu, Ye Xuan suddenly felt a little heavy. He raised his head and stared at the painting for a long time, his eyes seemed to reflect the broad-minded and carefree scholar in white.

The world laughed at him, but he just said: "Others laugh at me as crazy, but I laugh at others who can't see through."

People in the world chase after fame and fortune, but he said:

"I don't go on the emperor's ship, and I don't go on Chang'an.

In a thatched hut outside Gusu City, the sky is full of thousands of trees and plum blossoms. "

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

"Being born in the sun has a finale, so why not go to the underworld after death,

Yangjian and Difu are all similar, just drifting in a foreign land. "

That night, Ye Xuan buried his old friend outside Gusu City alone, and carved two lines of Dongpo's poem in front of the monument:
"Bamboo stick straw sandals lightly beat horses, who is afraid? A cloud of mist and rain Ren Pingsheng.

Looking back at the place that has always been bleak, when I go back, there is neither wind nor rain nor sunshine. "

Although Bohu is not famous for his poems, he has a broad mind and a bold temperament, which is not weaker than Taibai and Dongpo.

When he came back to his senses, Ye Xuan didn't want to show his emotions, but said lightly:

"Bohu was lonely all his life, but his heart was always as innocent as a child's. His paintings are naturally excellent, but there is still some distance from the peak artistic level."

Perhaps Ye Xuan's tone was faintly lonely, Xiao Chuqing didn't feel that something was wrong, but felt a little sad.

Pfft!

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

After a while, Su Mobai stopped smiling: "Return to Bohu? You seem to know Tang Bohu very well."

"Besides, Tang Bohu's painting of ladies is unparalleled in the world. It is the pinnacle of art history. It is known as the number one painter in ancient and modern times. This is recognized by countless famous artists. How dare you say that he is close? It's ridiculous."

Speaking of this, a trace of contempt flashed across the corner of Su Mobai's eyes, and he said in a tone of teaching a liar:
"Childish, ignorant! Don't pretend to understand if you don't understand!"

"It's fine if you lie to the little girl. In front of the real Fang family, you will only make people laugh."

Ye Xuan ignored Su Mobai, and said to Xiao Chuqing: "Dong Li invited me to create a piece of work for auction. It's just right, I can let you appreciate it."

"Wow! Really?"

There were little stars in Xiao Chuqing's eyes, and she looked at Ye Xuan adoringly.

He didn't know that Dong Li had already worshiped Ye Xuan as his teacher, so he thought Dong Li loved his talents. However, since it was an auction, he probably sold it for tens of thousands of dollars, right?
However, it is admirable that a high school student's painting can sell for tens of thousands of dollars. Most high school students are still asking their parents for money.

I don't know,

"Pfft-"

There was another burst of laughter.

Su Mobai supported the Polaroid gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the corners of his mouth were still holding back a smile, as if he couldn't hold it back.

He stood up, raised his hand and shook the Patek Philippe watch worth 300W, and then suppressed a smile and said:
"This beautiful girl, he is talking nonsense there, don't take it seriously."

"why?"

(End of this chapter)