Almighty painter

Chapter 79 Succession
"It's Lao Sun's painting."

The old man glanced at the label on the scroll.

Gu Tongxiang still has a little impression of this painting.

The traditional calligraphy and painting style in Myanmar's history is similar to Chinese painting, but since the British came here, the entire artistic style has been influenced by the West.

Even in Myanmar nowadays, oil painting and watercolor painting are the mainstream.

There are only a few famous oriental art painters in Myanmar.

Gu Tongxiang, who has learned both oil painting and Chinese painting, is one of them, and so is the old grandson he talks about.

The other party lives in Mandalay, the second largest city in Myanmar, and has met Mr. Gu a few times, and his painting skills are on par.

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

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

"What happened to the painting?"

Gu Tongxiang frowned.

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

Gu Weijing unfolded the scroll.

"Incongruity, what's incongruity! What do you know as a child?" Since the painting itself is fine, the aunt will not do it, she feels that Gu Weijing has no good intentions.

My own husband is responsible for the purchase of artworks and various entertainments, and he has worked hard without credit.

As it turned out, the nephew hadn't inherited the gallery yet, and now he was starting to pick and choose.

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

"Okay, be quiet."

Gu Tongxiang stopped his daughter-in-law from making noise with a wave of his hand.

"Uncoordinated? Did you pass 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, just my personal opinion."

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

Gu Tongxiang was immediately disappointed,
In fact, he himself felt a little weird when he saw the painting at first glance, and felt that the picture was a bit scattered.

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

The old man just thought that he had no eyesight.

Gu Weijing could understand works that he himself did not understand.

Gu Tongxiang still couldn't believe it.

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

Although my eldest son is not good at painting, he has followed him in the art market since he graduated from high school. 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 belonged to the dwarf general Liba.

But the whole of Yangon wants to find an expert who paints Chinese paintings better than him, but it may not be possible to find them.

If my grandson wants to appreciate calligraphy and painting of this level, it's best to wait a few years.

"Okay, tell me what you think."

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

Whether right or wrong, it is not a bad thing to have your own views on art.

"First of all, the artistic conception of this painting is not right."

"Looking at the state of the kingfisher's feathers and the luster of its body, the whole painting has a sense of water. It is filled with dense moisture. But the bamboo presents a very dry feeling, which is a bit out of tune."

Gu Weijing said softly.

He pointed at the bamboo joint where the kingfisher's claw fell, and continued: "Especially the bamboo joint here, the mood of the whole painting is broken here... and the ink dots on the bamboo joint here, Grandpa, Don't you find it a little strange?"

Gu Tongxiang looked down at the painting and tapped his fingers on the scroll.

"what do you mean……"

He raised his head and took a deep look at his grandson, then lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

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

But it was the second half of the sentence that really made Mr. Gu Tongxiang fall into deep thought.

Such things as artistic conception are inherently mysterious, seemingly non-existent, and difficult to fathom.

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 bamboo joints - usually using the smallest size liner pen, thick ink, and dotted with the center of the pen.

The ink dots on Gu Weijing's fingers on this painting seem to be dripping on the painting.

This is like Spot the Difference or Lianliankan in computer games. If no one reminds him, Gu Tongxiang may 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 made a call.

"Hey, Boss Wu...it's you, I'm Gu Tongxiang. My son received a painting "Kingfisher Singing Bamboo" from you before... ummm...how about I call my grandson... Hmm... there is no need to return the goods, we have been friends for so many years... well, we will continue to cooperate in the future."

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

"What did Boss Wu say?"

My aunt listened all the time with her ears up. She felt that her father-in-law was making a big fuss, and it was obvious that this nephew wanted to find trouble, so he made unnecessary calls.

Now she wants to see what people say.

Boss Wu is the second-hand dealer who sold the picture of "Kingfisher Singing Bamboo" to his uncle.

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

"My grandson is really born to eat this bowl of rice."

At this moment, Gu Tongxiang really believes that the ancestor Gu Kaizhi in their family tree is not a far-fetched connection of future generations, and the gene of this legendary painter really flows in the blood of the family.

He called Boss Wu earlier to ask about the painting.

Originally, the Erdao dealer was still playing sloppy.

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

After all, there are only a few famous painters of Chinese paintings in Myanmar, and it is very possible that they know each other or get acquainted privately.

"This painting is indeed a remnant. Originally, Lao Sun asked others to make a custom painting of the river view and lotus pond. Halfway through the painting, the ink stained the rice paper, and it was cut into several one-and-a-half-foot sketches. , took it and sold it."

This situation is not impossible,
Some painters deal with the waste manuscripts that are not bad in this way.

As long as you agree with others when you collect the paintings, it will be fine.

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

"Boss Wu said he wanted to return the painting for us, but I refused. In the end he refunded me five hundred dollars."

Gu Tongxiang shook his head.

Calligraphy and painting are the same as antiques. If you buy it and leave it, Boss Wu can quadruple the two hundred dollars worth of paintings and sell them to Gu's painting and calligraphy shop.

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

Let alone spending 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 refund the money because they hope to continue doing business with the gallery for a long time in the future.

But Gu Tongxiang didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

First of all, Gu's Painting and Calligraphy Shop may not be very grateful. Gu Tongxiang didn't see the problem with the painting at first, let alone ordinary customers.

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

It will be discounted, but it does not necessarily mean that it cannot be sold.

Many people like to buy this kind of discounted works instead, as if they are cheap.

What really surprised him was that Gu Tongxiang found that in the blink of an eye, his grandson had even come 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 inherited from the family made Gu Tongxiang feel a great sense of happiness.

This is far more important than getting a few hundred dollars back.

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

Gu Tongxiang ignored his aunt's embarrassment and said firmly.

(End of this chapter)