Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 72
"It costs eight yuan per foot?" Zhang Lu obviously didn't expect it: "The works of modern painters are also so expensive. How much does such a large painting cost?"

At this moment, he and Jiang Shan stood in front of a painting at the same time.

Looking at the red maples all over the mountain, I wrote a letter "Wanshan is red all over, and the forests are all dyed".

Compared with the surrounding ink banners, this one is indeed different.

Especially in the lower right corner of the painting, there is a label of "Zhai Collection", which scorches the eyes of Jiangshan.

Speaking of this painting, which will be sold for 1.8 million in the future, Jiang Shan knows it all too well.

"Wan Shan Hong Bian" is the masterpiece of contemporary writer Li Keran.

At that time, he successively created seven paintings with this theme, and the transaction prices were also different according to the time of transaction in later generations.

However, most of them are around [-] million yuan, and they are hammered.

However, it is a bit interesting to talk about this "Wan Shan Hong Bian", this is Li Keran's first drawing that surpasses the work of his master Qi/Bai Shi.

When it was sent to Rongbaozhai for consignment, the shopkeeper gave 80 yuan as remuneration.

The happy Li Keran didn't fall asleep for several nights, because Qi Lao's masterpiece was only sold for 10 yuan a foot.

Huang Binhong is even worse, only worth 8 yuan a foot in this museum.

It sounds like it's outrageously cheap.

But in 52, no one cared about selling one for one yuan. It was because Fu Lei couldn't stand it anymore, so he bought two.

In the end, it was given to Huang Binhongle, and a dozen more were given to Fu Lei.

The staff who walked in the front continued to introduce all the way: "Jiang Zhaohe 8 yuan a foot, Wang Xuetao 12 yuan a foot, Lu Yanshao 8 yuan, Liu Bingsen [-] cents a piece..."

The more Jiang Shan heard it, the more he felt that it was outrageous. Why did he feel like he was in a fabric store, pulling fabrics.

He finally stopped in his tracks, gritted his teeth and asked, "Is this [-] cents piece of calligraphy work for sale?"

As expected, the staff smiled and shook their heads:

"Some of these exhibits are calligraphy and paintings purchased in the museum, and some are temporary collections stored here by Rong Baozhai. They are not for sale."

Jiang Shan gave up, he nodded with a smile: "I see."

I will think about it again, no wonder Luo Zhongli and Chen Danqing formed a group to draw comic books, it is more valuable than painting.

You know, the villain books that Jiang Shan draws now are worth twice as much as this.

But the heart is tossing the river and the sea.

Even at these moments, he refused to sell a copy of calligraphy and painting to himself, but in 1981 he persuaded Xu Huachi to take them all.

Later generations always say that this sale was made by Xu Hua because he didn't want them to flow abroad. In fact, it was the poor management of the history museum itself.

In 1979, the museum set up a special exhibition hall to sell works of modern painters to foreign guests.

Business was pretty bleak.

Not only did they not earn any foreign exchange, but they also had to pay a hospitality fee of three yuan per person.

It was really impossible to maintain it, so I sent out a message to prepare to deal with a batch of worthless calligraphy and paintings.

However, the cheaper it is to sell, the more no one cares about it.

Only Xu Huachi, who owns an art shop at home, came to consult a few times.

Originally, he just wanted to pick a few masterpieces from the library, but was persuaded by the museum to buy them together and get a discount.

After much consideration, Xu Huachi sold several properties under the pressure of his family and collected 20 yuan for the painting.

Coffin-sized boxes, a total of six boxes were packed.

Before leaving, the curator chased him up with a bundle of calligraphy works, and asked him to buy them and take them away with him.

Having no other choice, Xu Huachi had no choice but to pay another 100 yuan to buy it.

Those are exactly the calligraphy works of 8 cents a piece that Jiang Shan just saw.

Xu Huachi bought only this bundle of characters from 94 yuan in 1000 to 02 yuan in 4.

In fact, Jiang Shan has no other ideas, he just simply likes it.

Everyone knows that he has a good habit of copying.

After walking around, Jiang Shan finally found Huang Binhong's masterpiece, which is his favorite master.

Thick ink and heavy brush, majestic and imposing.

I have always wondered why most people think Huang Binhong's paintings are "dirty", and no one wants to give them away for free.

Fortunately, Mr. Huang has always insisted on his own style, so he has the glory in the future.

"Ugh,"

Jiang Shan sighed in front of Huang Lao's painting, and left lonely.

Gu Zhengzheng, who was following behind, paid attention to this scene.

When Jiang Shan, Huang Hua, and Zhang Lu walked out of the history museum, they found that there was no leader behind them.

"Huh?" Zhang Lu was the first to find out: "Which of you two has seen Gutai?"

Jiang Shan glanced back: "Didn't he just walk behind us all the time?"

Huang Hua smiled calmly: "Don't worry, if someone as big as Gutai can still lose it, he probably went to the toilet."

After what he said, the other two also wanted to go to the bathroom.

So the three of them immediately decided to go for convenience and find a leader by the way.

At this moment, Gu Zhengzheng was sitting in an office in the museum on the phone.

"After my observation, there are two paintings Comrade Xiaojiang really likes..." Gu Zhengzheng was calling Zhou Yeming:
"By the way, there's another one... who's here, I can't remember the name, anyway, it's not expensive, only 8 cents a piece."

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Yeming, who was sitting in the office, wrote very carefully:

"... Li Keran, Huang Binhong... and 8 cents a piece of calligraphy. That's all?"

Gu Zhengzheng saw clearly: "Yes, that's all."

After Zhou Yeming put down his pen, he said earnestly, "Gutai, I just learned that the Ministry of Culture has approved Zong Fuxian's bonus, which is a total of 2000 yuan."

"Two thousand? That's so high?" Gu Zhengzheng couldn't believe his ears, but then he thought: "Which Zongfu is the first? There are so many rewards."

"You are such a noble man with a great forgetfulness," Zhou Yeming reminded: "The author of "In the Silent Place", didn't this drama become popular first in your Pujiang!"

"Oh," said Gu Zhengzheng, and Gu Zhengzheng also remembered: "The drama is really amazing. I heard that after the work was published, the author was ready to squat."

Zhou Yeming nodded, "In the Silent Place" is indeed like a thunderbolt in today's age.

The creative team who organized and choreographed this drama really took on all the pressure.

It is precisely because of the appearance of this work that many excellent authors began to write again and speak freely.

It's just that it's open as long as it's free.

Zhou Yeming grabbed the receiver and continued:

"Accordingly, Comrade Xiaojiang's contribution this time is not small. He solved two problems for us in one fell swoop, and should be rewarded well, but the scope of our power..."

He was really sorry.

Gu Zhengzheng took over the topic:

"It doesn't matter. Comrade Xiaojiang is a sincere boy. I will do his ideological work. In fact, for folk art lovers like him, we reward him with two calligraphy and paintings, which is more effective than rewarding him with money."

(End of this chapter)