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Chapter 334 Only sold one painting during his lifetime? Van Gogh auction items! Song Huizong: His painting skills are too poor!

They all came from grass-roots backgrounds and were oppressed by the world to the point of suffocating.

Qi Tongwei chose to bow to power and tried his best to climb up.

It's not like he is not, it's just that Qi Tongwei knelt down in a shocking way, and he killed the White Snake to revolt!
However, he is luckier than Qi Tongwei!

Avoided the Hongmen Banquet and finally defeated Xiang Yu!

Three Kingdoms.

The room was filled with the smell of medicine, and Zhuge Liang, who looked pale, was leaning on the bed.

He saw countless comments about "Shengtian Banzi" flashing across the area below the curtain.

"Shengtian Banzi, Qi Tongwei, he did it."

Just saying this sentence made Zhuge Liang feel powerless.

He knew his physical condition very well, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to survive for much longer.

but!

The Northern Expedition has not yet been completed!

Zhuge Liang felt sad, "It's a pity that I can't defeat Tian Banzi. This Northern Expedition will not be completed after all!"

"Prime Minister, don't worry, we will definitely succeed in this Northern Expedition."

When Wei Yan said this, he actually had no confidence in his heart.

But he was afraid that the prime minister's physical condition would become even worse when he became depressed.

Today's Shu Han relies entirely on the Prime Minister's support. Furthermore, if the Prime Minister dies, he will definitely not survive!

Hearing this, Zhuge Liang shook his head.

I'm afraid that I will die before I leave the battlefield!
tomorrow.

Chongzhen looked away from the sky and trembled his lips, "There is no way to save the day! There is no way to save the day!"

He and Qi Tongwei are both helpless!

Qi Tongwei was forced to go to Xiongying Ridge, and now he is also forced into a dead end.

Chongzhen stepped on the rocks, stood on a high place, threw the prepared white silk onto a thick branch, and tied a knot.

Holding Bai Ling in his hands, Chongzhen saw the billowing smoke and dust in the distance.

He knew very well that they were Qing soldiers entering the customs.

After half a lifetime of hard work, in the end, I still can't help the building to collapse! I can only watch helplessly as my family and country fall!

"I am ashamed of the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty!"

Chongzhen's eyes were red and full of despair.

In this case, he might as well learn from Qi Tongwei, who is more powerful than anyone in the world! Hang yourself in front of this country!
After making up his mind, Chongzhen hung his neck on Bai Ling!
.........

The four words "Shengtian Banzi" and the sound of the gunshot left deep traces in everyone's hearts.

Immediately, the sky screen changed!
[Helan painter Van Gogh created nearly two thousand works in his lifetime, but only sold one during his lifetime! 】

"Of two thousand works, only one was sold?"

Zhao Ji laughed and said: "It seems that this Van Gogh's painting skills must be unacceptable."

Otherwise, even a painter who is not famous will not only sell one work in his life.

Is this person not able to draw at all?

As soon as Zhao Ji finished speaking, Tianmu's voice sounded immediately.

[He lived in poverty all his life and was sought after after his death. Do you know his three most expensive works? 】

Zhao Ji, who had just laughed at Van Gogh, opened his eyes wide, what?
Being sought after after death?

But he only sold one work during his lifetime, and Van Gogh's paintings were average.

Why did he become so popular after his death?
After putting down the last stroke of the painting, Tang Yin, who was wearing a patched coat, heard the sound and raised his head curiously.

No one cared about him during his lifetime, but he is now sought after after his death?

"Van Gogh actually had a pretty good family background and had a very powerful uncle. Unfortunately, his uncle died later"

"He was originally an apprentice in a shop. After his uncle died, he was suppressed by his superiors."

"Had his uncle still been around, Van Gogh would not have lived in poverty all his life. He had been a missionary, but was kicked out again."

"His sister didn't recognize him either. His father had a stroke and died. His sister thought he was responsible for his death. Later, he didn't want to implicate his brother, so he left alone."

This... Tang Yin stared blankly at the words below the canopy, unable to regain his senses for a while.

Originally, his family was in a decent financial situation, but his uncle passed away and he left his family one after another, and finally he was alone.

He was so poor that no one cared about his paintings.

These things look familiar, but how similar are they to him?

If Tianmu hadn't made it clear that the painter he was talking about was He Lan's Van Gogh, he would have almost thought that he was talking about himself this time.

His family was originally relatively wealthy, and his parents were both quite talented.

However, the bad news came suddenly. His parents and other relatives passed away one after another, leaving him alone in the end.

Tang Yin asked himself that his state of mind was still strong and he was not depressed.

However, he was deeply hit by the abandonment of his wife and the abandonment of his friends.

King Ning, who recognized his talent, plotted a rebellion.

The more Tang Yin thought about it, the more desolate he became.

He had no choice but to return to his hometown, but no one cared about his paintings. He worked everywhere and could barely maintain food and clothing.

"Hahahaha! I didn't expect that there would be people in the future who would be in such a similar situation to me."

Tang Yin casually picked up the wine bottle next to him and drank it all in one gulp!
He looked at the newly completed painting on the table and said with a wry smile: "I don't know if my paintings will be as popular as Van Gogh after I die."

Tang Dynasty.

In Chang'an Street Market, there was a thin scholar sitting by the window on the second floor of the tavern, it was Liu Yong.

Liu Yong took a sip of his wine and looked at Van Gogh's lonely and desolate life, feeling a sense of sadness that he could relate to.

"I became famous at a young age, but now I am no different from Van Gogh."

Even though his poems were rich and colorful, he failed the imperial examination four times.

I originally wanted to find another way out when I left Beijing, but I also believed that I would be able to make a name for myself with my talents.

However, he finally returned to Chang'an in despair.

"Things have changed and people have changed. Even if I am a little more talented than Van Gogh, I am still just as lonely now."

After saying that, Liu Yong shook his head and smiled bitterly, then started drinking.

Standing at the door of the Yamen, Li He stood with his hands behind his hands, looking complicated.

"Sir, do you feel sorry for Van Gogh?"

Behind Li He are the scribes who have followed him for many years.

"You are wrong." Li He said with emotion, "The only thing I have pity for is myself."

"what?"

The scribe was puzzled, "But Van Gogh was not famous during his lifetime. He was just a poor painter. Sir, you have become famous at a young age!"

"I'm still an official in Chang'an now, so how could I..."

No matter how you think about it, it has nothing to do with pity.

"So what? There is still no hope of promotion now."

Li He frowned, feeling sad, angry and lonely, "A young man's thoughts are like clouds. Who can think of Youhan and sit there and moan?"

Just when many people who were depressed and frustrated felt the same way because of Van Gogh's experience.

On the sky screen, a painting suddenly appeared.

More than seventy million?

Zhao Ji recalled the concept of money in later generations and was shocked.

At this price, only painters with extremely high reputations can sell it at this price!

"A mere self-portrait sold for such a high price?"

Zhao Ji was both disgusted and puzzled.

"This kind of portrait has no artistic conception at all. It's ridiculous that Van Gogh can be called a painter based on this!"

The chamberlain next to him smiled and said: "Your Majesty, maybe future generations will like this kind of painting."

Then he added: "However, compared with His Majesty's paintings, this self-portrait is really far behind."

(End of this chapter)