Almighty teacher

Chapter 183 Famous painting "Twilight"

Chu Han lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "Dean Duan, where is this exhibition held? Why do I see so many people I don't like?"

The old Duan said in a low voice: "It is arranged by the Education Bureau, I don't know who organized it, but all the people who are doing it are famous people.

Chu Han remained silent, and after a short while, Yang Xiaofeng stood up first, holding a glass of wine and said: "This exhibition is commissioned by the Education Bureau, and all the works in the exhibition are representative works of students from various schools. Once again, let us We educators are also quite drunk." After exchanging pleasantries, Yang Xiaofeng changed the subject and said, "Why is there no work exhibited by Yucai Art Academy?"

Everyone else laughed in agreement, Peng Xiaoyu's face was pale, and Chu Han said slowly, "There is a saying that goes like this, how big a monk enters a big temple, the temple here is too small, and it's too small." A bunch of idiots acting as experts, what's there to show?"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Xiaofeng showed an unnatural expression on his face, and another person continued: "So, Teacher Chu said that Yucai has a lot of valuable paintings? I don't know, do you have the right to take a look?"

Chu Han: "Others may be qualified, but you are not!" After finishing speaking, he deliberately smiled, and the angry man's mouth was crooked.An old professor said: "To use an old saying, art has no national boundaries. Why did Teacher Chu say such a thing?"

Huang Xiaoli sighed inwardly, this old man is a master of painting, Chu Han said slowly: "I also use the old saying, artists have festivals, I don't know, what kind of elegant works can a group of fools appreciate. I painted a painting, I don’t know if anyone knows how to appreciate it.”

"You can take it here!" Yang Xiaofeng said indifferently: "There are many famous masters here, even if you collect Da Vinci's childhood works, you can't escape the eyes of these people."

Chu Han said proudly: "That's easy. If any of you can tell which master my painting is from, and what style it has, it's fine if the picture is excellent. I will admit defeat."

"Just do it like this!" Yang Xiaofeng said, "If you don't come out, or if you guess wrong, I'm willing to sneak under your crotch. If you guess it, you also have to sneak under mine."

Peng Xiaoyu's complexion changed, his eyes became cold, Chu Han said indifferently: "That's it! You wait for me for 10 minutes, of course I have to pick up the famous painting myself!"

Yang Xiaofeng: "I'm sorry to send you off, I hope you come back soon and don't run away."

Chu Han said: "Don't worry, I'm still waiting for you to sneak under my crotch, how can you be willing to run?"

After Chu Han left the private room, Peng Xiaoyu followed and said, "Aren't you overplaying? There are many famous paintings in the world, and these are all master-level figures. How could they not see it?"

Chu Han smiled, stroked Peng Xiaoyu's long hair and said, "Don't worry, they are dead today. I will let them line up and sneak under my crotch."

After Chu Han left, Peng Xiaoyu returned to the private room. Everyone was discussing how embarrassing Chu Han was when he came back. The old Duan looked calm, and there was never any tension on his face. Huang Xiaoli and Lu Hao were whispering something, look When Peng Xiaoyu came back, he asked, "What exactly is Chu Han trying to do? If he really sneaks under other people's crotch, we will be ashamed too."

Before Peng Xiaoyu could open his mouth, Lu Hao said, "Chu Han doesn't know how to drill. Based on my understanding of Chu Han, I suspect that he brought a pair of negative eating rice pictures. Anyway, I want him to sneak under the crotch, which is worse than climbing to the sky." Disaster."

Ten minutes later, Chu Han came back with an afro, and the wind from the motorcycle blew Chu Han's hair upright.Holding a scroll of paintings in his hand, Chu Han walked into the private room. Huang Xiaoli's eyes widened and she almost cried out.

Seeing Chu Han, Yang Xiaofeng smiled and said, "Issuing is really unique. I don't know what your painting is? Remember our bet, I hope you mean what you say."

Chu Han grabbed a bottle of beer and drank it in one gulp. After the second bottle and the third bottle, Huang Xiaoli asked softly, "What are you doing? Why are you drinking so much beer?"

Chu Han patted his stomach, pointed to Yang Xiaofeng who was opposite, and said, "You've almost finished your beer, and you'll pee in a while, I'm going to add some water to you while you're in your crotch, I'd like to admit defeat, everyone is here. "

After finishing speaking, Chu Han opened the picture scroll, and saw Peng Xiaoyu's "Lonely" picture displayed in front of everyone. Lu Hao and Huang Xiaoli's eyes widened. It was similar to eating rice with a chicken, and Peng Xiaoyu's heart was beating violently.

"Look at your dog eyes. I have collected this painting for a long time. If you can tell which master it is from, I am willing to bet. Someone once offered 900 million, but I just didn't make it."

The painting was spread, and Chu Han looked at everyone proudly. Although this painting is not a famous painting, Peng Xiaoyu painted it with great care and skills. The lines in the whole sentence are beautiful, and the picture is clean and clear. Just swimming.

A female painter looked at the painting and kept shaking her head. This painting gave people more artistic conception. It seemed that people walked into the painting with sadness and regret.

When Chu Han saw this painting for the first time, he felt as if he was standing in an empty desert, surrounded by desolate scenery, and only he was the real one. That feeling can only be described as loneliness.Maybe it's an upgraded version of loneliness, loneliness.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Yang Xiaofeng took the painting, and Chu Han hurriedly said: "Please be gentle, if you damage the flower, even if there is a small crack, you will have to pay several million."

Yang Xiaofeng sneered, and said: "Van Gogh's painting! Van Gogh likes this rural style, which is similar to that "Sunflower", but this painting is relatively stable."

The old professor shook his head and said: "This painting is not from the hands of Van Gogh. Compared with classical paintings, this painting is not like that. The colors are completely wrong, and the color of the main painting is mainly yellow. It doesn't look like it! It doesn't look like it!"

Chu Han asked, "From the professor's point of view, how much can this famous artist's painting sell for?"

The old professor shook his head and said: "The value of a painting is not only in the picture, but also in the author. If it is really a painting by Van Gogh, it is a priceless treasure. Dare I ask, which famous artist did this painting come from?"

Chu Han didn't speak, and looked at Yang Xiaofeng who was facing him. Yang Xiaofeng lit a cigarette and said arrogantly: "According to my observations over the years, it's not that Van Gogh didn't paint such works, it's just that there are relatively few of them. I really don't know if you are How did you get it?"

Chu Han laughed, stood up, and said, "Yang Xiaofeng, hehe! Get through here now, I don't have to pee yet, if you do, you'll be out of luck."

Yang Xiaofeng stared, and glanced at everyone, "Whose painting do you think belongs to? The color tone is similar to "Sunflower", and it also belongs to the Imagist school. And you also said that it was made by a famous artist. Only Van Gogh."

"Fan, your mother is tall!" Chu Han slapped the table, "Don't deny it to me, you boy. If you are not convinced, let's go out and fight one-on-one. The table is full of professors and experts. They are all idiots. Say a few words and you will go along with me." Climbing on a pole, the author of this painting is here, and it was drawn by our school teacher, Peng Xiaoyu. Van Gogh, your head is a rice cake!"

The old professor widened his eyes, looked at Peng Xiaoyu, and pointed at the painting, unable to say a word in surprise, Peng Xiaoyu said: "I painted this painting, you can look at the back of the canvas, and the canvas manufacturer's trademark " As he spoke, he pointed out the trademark on the corner of the canvas to everyone, and the female painter just now hurriedly walked up to Peng Xiaoyu and said, "Can you please leave a contact information for me? I appreciate your painting very much. .”

Chu Han patted the female expert on the shoulder and said, "This painting is mine now, and I won't sell it for any amount."

The female expert smiled sheepishly.Chu Han continued to stare at Yang Xiaofeng and said, "Do you mean what you say? Come here? Just so everyone is here?"

Yang Xiaofeng was very hesitant, and stared at Chu Han, "You are cheating! Didn't you say something about a master?"

Chu Han: "You already know, won't Peng Xiaoyu be famous in the future? Was Van Gogh paid attention to when he was alive? You bitch, stop talking nonsense, you didn't guess right, are you going to get it or not?"

The old professor made a relief and said, "Young man, just kidding, I'll toast the old man, let's forget about it!" After finishing speaking, the old professor raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, and Chu Han had already seen that they were in the same group , and said indifferently: "If you didn't help him pretend to be B just now, I might give you face, but it won't work now!"

"Chu Han! Don't bully me too much!" Yang Xiaofeng took out his phone and called. After the call was connected, he muttered a few words in a low voice. After hanging up the phone, he looked at Chu Han proudly. "You play tricks first."

Chu Han grabbed a beer bottle and pointed at Yang Xiaofeng, "Are you going to drill today? Don't talk nonsense at me, just scream at him, believe it or not, I'll hit you?"

Yang Xiaofeng pointed at Chu Han: "You wait for a while!" He looked very arrogant.

(End of this chapter)