Dragon King Hall

Chapter 131
Sylvia Lin glanced at the business card on the table.

Wanhe City Painting Boat.

Sylvia Lin had a little impression that this seemed to be the largest painting boat in Yinzhou City. She had noticed it twice, but Lin had no business in this area, so she had nothing to do with it.

Wan Yichang waved his hand when he heard the people at his table say this, "Boss Wu, what are you talking about? No matter how big the painting boat is, it is not as good as a work worthy of collection. These beauties are here to collect paintings today. Is it still a painting?"

Wan Yichang squinted his eyes, and kept scanning Lin Qinghan's three daughters. These three beauties with completely different styles made him feel dazed.

“We just had a casual meal, just chatting among friends.” Henry Zhang spoke, interrupting Wan Yichang’s words.

"This is not a place for casual meals." Wan Yichang smiled, "I don't know how many people are here, who is qualified to sit here?"

When Wan Yichang asked a few people, in fact, he was just asking Henry Zhang and Fang Luo.

Those who are sitting in this tea restaurant can't tell that Wan Yichang's thoughts are all on those three beauties.

Fang Luo threw out a business card and asked, "What, are you qualified?"

"Senior member of Yanxia Painting Association, chairman of Yanshi Modern Painting Exhibition?" Wan Yichang picked up this business card, looked at the title on it, and showed a disdainful smile. big shot."

"A senior member of the painting association, and a so-called chairman of the modern painting exhibition, it doesn't count." A middle-aged man sitting at the same table with Wan Yichang said.

Henry Zhang raised his eyebrows, he knew that today’s meal could not be eaten well.

Fang Luo's face was a little ugly. No one would be happy to be so openly ridiculed. He looked at the middle-aged man who had just spoken, "I wonder who you are?"

"No talent." The middle-aged man picked up a cup of tea and said with a chuckle, "Yu Bai is an honorary member of the Yanxia Painting Association and vice president of the Xidu Chinese Painting Association."

The title mentioned by the middle-aged man caught Fang Luo's gaze.

Honorary members of the Painting Association and senior members are two completely different concepts.

Senior members need to submit an application for membership by themselves, and then they can apply to become senior members when their painting skills reach a certain level.

As for honorary members, they did not submit an application for membership by themselves, but were invited by the association to become honorary members.

There is a world of difference between the two.

Another title of vice president of the Western Capital Painting Association is even more valuable.

As we all know, the western capital of the south of the Yangtze River is the most poetic place in the hot summer. The ancient style prevails in the western capital, and it is also the place where the traditional Chinese painting culture is the most prosperous in the hot summer. It can be said that becoming the vice president of the Chinese Painting Association in the western capital is quite solid.

“Yu Bai?” Henry Zhang was a little puzzled, and looked up. On the wall of this restaurant, there were several landscape paintings, all signed by Yu Bai.

Seeing the change in Fang Luo's expression, Yu Bai nodded in satisfaction. In this restaurant, whenever he reveals his identity, it will surprise people. Yu Bai enjoys this feeling very much.

"Young people, when drinking gallery tea, there must be rules for drinking gallery tea. The seats are limited, and many people in the industry drive here every day. Because there is no seat, they return disappointed. You sit here and chat about your parents. It's suitable." Yu Bai stood up.

"It makes sense. Drinking tea in the gallery is a place to talk about paintings, talk about paintings, appreciate paintings, and chat about gossip. It's not suitable for this place." Just now, the man who called Wan Yichang Painting Boat has an area of ​​[-] square meters opened his mouth. Said.

Fang Luo's face was a little ugly. All literati are proud, and he is no exception. At this moment, he has been provoked many times, and he is still in his professional field.

Fang Luo put down the chopsticks in his hand, stood up, and said: "Everyone, what do you want to talk about, talk about paintings, appreciate paintings, appreciate paintings, or compare paintings?"

Fang Luo's voice was not loud, but it attracted the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

As soon as these words came out, everyone knew that it was time for a competition!

"Hehe." Yu Bai chuckled, "Young man, you are just a senior member of the Painting Association, so you dare to say these words without shame?"

Fang Luo countered: "You are not old enough to learn art, so why not dare?"

"Okay!" Yu Bai slapped the table and stood up as well, "Since you want to compare, let's compare. I think you are young and don't bully you as a painter. It will be twelve o'clock soon. According to the rules of tea in the gallery, boss Will come up with a collection, how about we compare it with the comparison painting?"

"Whatever." Fang Luo replied.

Henry Zhang sat there, looked at Yu Bai, and felt that this guy was more or less shameless.

When it comes to appreciating paintings, experience is more important than talent. Yu Bainian, who is in his teens, has a unique advantage in appraising paintings, but comparing paintings is different. This is based on personal talent and understanding. There are many talented teenagers The painter surpasses the older painters.

Henry Zhang looked at the Chinese paintings on the wall of the restaurant. In the eyes of ordinary people, his painting skills are smooth and flowing, and extraordinary, but in Henry Zhang’s view, that’s all there is to it. There is no aura in the book, and there is no artistic conception.

What Yu Bai said is that Fang Luo is young and doesn't compare himself to painting. Obviously, he has no confidence in his painting skills. In this way, his so-called honorary member status of the Painting Association has yet to be scrutinized. Although there is no possibility of fraud, the gold content needs to be considered .

At twelve o'clock at noon, the owner of the restaurant took out an ink painting, the quality is made of rice paper, the color is yellowish, there are three or two shrimps in the painting, the beard is extended, the color is dark and light, and the layers are clear. It is just a simple ink painting. But it gives people a lively feeling.

The owner of the restaurant hung the painting on the wall for people to admire.

The diners who were dining also turned their attention to the painting.

"This is……"

"When I see shrimp, I think of a master who loves to draw shrimp."

"This painting is good, it has some artistic conception."

"I don't know who made it."

The diners, looking at this ink shrimp, spoke out one after another.

"It's an ink shrimp, the work of modern master Qi." Fang Luo glanced at it twice, and said with affirmation, "Master Qi loves to draw shrimps. Look at this painting. The brush and ink are vigorous and moist, the colors are rich and lively, the shapes are concise and vivid, and the artistic conception is simple and simple. , the prawns made, although not colored, are full of fun."

"Heh." Just as Fang Luo finished speaking, Yu Bai's voice sounded, "This ink shrimp is one of Master Qi's masterpieces. It took you a few seconds to recognize it. Then let me ask you, is this work real or fake?"

Fang Luo looked at it for a few more seconds, and then said, "Fake."

"A joke!" Yu Bai yelled, "I can't tell the truth from the fake, and you still have the face to compete with me in appraising paintings!"

(End of this chapter)