When Yan Lan heard Zhu Tongqiang's words, she recalled the situation when she encountered Bian Rui at the last time at the art exhibition, and couldn't help but make a sound.

Yan Lan's joy immediately attracted everyone's attention to her.

"Sorry, I remember the situation I encountered in the same gallery with Bian Rui last year..." Yan Lan roughly told the scene at that time.

The old couple Wu Guanglong were so happy that they listened.

"Some people now have some reputation and some small skills, but their character is extremely poor. In the past, people were at least slightly more handsome. Now some people don't even want a little bit of face, and they only know that money is a good thing," the old lady sighed and said.

Zhu Tongqiang asked Bian Rui at this time, "You must think the paintings in the gallery are all shit, right?"

"I didn't say it!"

Bian Rui quickly waved his hand to deny that although Bian Rui thought so, buying paintings is a test of his eyesight. If you buy shit, it is because you are not capable of it. If you don’t have enough skills in the industry, you can’t blame others.

The so-called contemporary art is really considered to be artistic in Bian Rui's opinion.

Moreover, in the domestic art market, Bian Rui feels that he is becoming increasingly unable to understand. A person who is still alive now sells a work of tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of yuan, far exceeding most works by European and American masters. Are you sure that the world oil painting world will have a place?

It is naturally worth it for a living artist to create an era, such as the work of Picasso, because he is following a path that no one has taken before, or has reached a new realm that his predecessors have never reached.

Today, a realistic artwork sold for tens of millions, Bian Rui didn't understand. I don't know what the difference between your works and the realist masters before the Impressionism in the 1860s after the Renaissance? Is it because the expression technology has improved or the depth has improved?

Just based on the appearance? Are you really sure that you have seen the works of classical masters, and you are really sure that you are more similar and more artistic than the ones they paint? Or are you more powerful than the superrealism in Europe and the United States today?

If none of them are, then you are just repeating the path of your predecessors. Then ask what supports your works to reach such a high price?

Not to mention the paintings seem to be there, there is another modern art called photography!

Even in the birthplace of oil paintings like Europe and the United States, where there is absolute right to speak, European and American hyperrealistic works have been marginalized, which is almost equivalent to the level of advertising paintings in our country.

In the eyes of Westerners who invented and dominated the world's oil painting, hyperrealism has left the category of art. Is Chinese oil painting at the level of following?

The domestic super realistic works are hundreds of times more expensive than Western super realistic works! Is our domestic oil paintings really the best in the UK and the United States, and the world's number one? Or is our oil painting art leading the world and unique?

"That's what you think in your heart!" Zhu Tongqiang said firmly.

Yan Lan looked at Zhu Tongqiang and asked, "He can draw?"

Zhu Tongqiang looked at Yan Lan and smiled and said, "Not only knows, but also has a high level. It can be said that all the paintings I have seen so far are not the best, but they are definitely the first-class and second-level top-level."

"Just just say I'm a second-rate guy." Bian Rui was so amused and crying when Zhu Tongqiang said.

"The second-rate is praising you! You don't see how old you are," said Zhu Tongqiang.

Who knew that Bian Rui nodded seriously and said in agreement: "Really, drawing a second-rate level is really a praising me!"

Yan Lan looked at Bian Rui, not knowing what to say.

When Bian Rui saw this, he had to explain: "I copied it well, but it was a lot different when I painted it myself. The difference was like a large eagle painted by Tang Bohu, as big as a chicken eating rice picture in Zhuzhishan."

Bian Rui really doesn't have the ability. Bian Rui can't stand the things he has made and painting. It's okay to fool outsiders, but it's nothing when it comes to the eyes of an expert.

"So, I think he still has Dongxc. To be honest, I really want to take a look." Zhu Tongqiang looked at Bian Rui with a gaze.

Bian Rui said: "There are some in the museum! You go and see it, why do you always catch me alone?"

"It's not that easy to get wool now. Among the 100 people who say they are picking up bargains, they are all cheated," Zhu Tongqiang sighed and said.

"Okay, can we not mention this? I tell you, I won't sell this pot, old... My master hasn't thoughts about it for me, I'm going to prepare this thing..."

Zhu Tongqiang said, "You won't be planning to leave it to your daughter again, right? This way, Bian Rui, my grandson is pretty good. Why don't we marry a baby!"

"Go!" Bian Rui cursed with a smile.

Wu Guanglong and his wife also became happy.

"You are really a man. I sold all my grandson for a pot," Wu Guanglong laughed.

Zhu Tongqiang pretended to sigh and said happily, "This matter is going to be done. When your grandson grows up, he might have to cry and shout and envy my grandson, and scold you for being disgusted. Do you know how much Tang Qin is worth? Don't say Tang Qin only talks about the pile of wood in the room, how much do you know? Then I'll tell you this, marry Bian Rui's daughter, and you will go from the beginning to the end of your life. Besides, with Bian Rui's appearance, can your daughter be ugly?"

Zhu Tongqiang even slapped Bian Rui's flattery.

"What material? It's covered with tart cloth?"

Seeing Zhu Tongqiang nodding, Wu Guanglong asked again: "It's very valuable?"

"The bunch of large and small ones are all yellow rosewood, red sandalwood and silk golden nan, and there is nothing worthless. There is also the old piano material that is half a room. I am not a piano player. I don't know how much it is worth, but it is definitely not cheap!" Zhu Tongqiang said.

Bian Rui smiled and said, "Why do you seem to know better than me!"

Bian Rui laughed in his heart, because Zhu Tongqiang had not entered the backyard, which was the martial arts stadium. In the place where the wall was attached, Bian Rui also put three identical materials, which could be sloppy, and secondly, he was really going to give his daughter a dowry.

Before leaving, the ancestor repeatedly told the man to pass on his or her to the woman. Things must be passed on to the Bian clan. Bian Rui could not violate the words of the ancestor. Moreover, the clan is still the most important thing for Bian Rui, who has always been educated in traditional ways. Moreover, this thing was originally from the family, not from him.

Moreover, according to the age of the ancestor, Bian Rui still has a long life to live, and he might one day get along with a woman and start to have a son. Therefore, he felt a little guilty about his daughter. When he felt guilty, he naturally wanted to compensate somewhere else. For ordinary fathers, he would give his daughter more money. Bian Rui would naturally not only give money, but all the things he had collected were good items.

"Hehe!" Zhu Tongqiang was happy.

"Okay, let's have a meal. After dinner, let's go with our own things." Bian Rui didn't want to mention his property anymore. He was really a little scared when he brought it up. He felt that he had pretended to be a little bit too much, and accidentally got so many things out.

Hearing Bian Rui say this, the person who eats to continue eating, while the person who fidds with the copper pot is muttering and continuing to look at the copper pot.

After waiting for Bian Rui and his friends to finish their meal, Zhu Tongqiang reluctantly put down the copper pot and went out with Mr. Wu who had packed the dishes.

Yan Lan went back to the house and stayed there. Bian Rui also returned to the room, took out a panel of the piano, which was the same as the symphony and began to slowly carve it.

The panel groove has almost been dug, and now only the echo groove remains. Bian Rui needs to be polished slowly. This thing is easy to make in the space, but when it goes outside, it is a fun thing to play, so Bian Rui hums a small song while slowly dragging the wood flowers in the belly of the piano with a carving knife.

I was not anxious or impatient, and I was extremely satisfied with the carving of a pattern. Bian Rui would always put the lower panel, lightly sip the tea, appreciate his skills, and then continue working.

After fiddling with it for almost an hour, when the sun shone in, it was warm and sunny. Bian Rui suddenly felt a little sleepy, so he put the panel next to him, reached out and grabbed a mat and put it behind his head, crossed his body, raised his legs and drank the sun while taking a nap.

After a while, Bian Rui felt like he was about to fall asleep in a daze.

At this moment, Bian Rui suddenly felt a faint fragrance coming from his nose. This faint fragrance was not the fragrance of flowers and trees, but the body fragrance of a woman.

Bian Rui thought to myself: I'll go, isn't there any woman who misses a woman for a long time?

Just as Bian Rui thought of this, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be a shadow in front of his eyelids, so he slowly opened his eyes!

"I'll go!"

After opening his eyes, Bian Rui found a face that was approaching him, blocking his sunshine. Although he closed his eyes, he was exposed to the sun for more than ten minutes. As soon as he opened his eyes, he couldn't see clearly his face and only saw a blur.

He was originally a martial arts practitioner, so Bian Rui instinctively rolled over to the side, and at the same time, he protected the key with both hands and took a stance to prevent the removal.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Lan's voice reached Bian Rui's ears.

Only then did Bian Rui see clearly that it was Yan Lan.

"I'll go, you don't have any noise when you walk," Bian Rui complained.

Yan Lan retorted: "I have called you several times at the door. I came here to see you for fear of something unexpected..."

"What accident can I have in my house?" Bian Rui sat upright and wiped his eyes, saying, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Didn't you say you have drawn a lot of paintings? Can you let me see it?" Yan Lan said.

After hearing this, Bian Rui pointed to the imitation blue and white bed behind him.

"Here, most of them are there. If you have any one you like, I'll give you a picture," said Bian Rui.

Yan Lan walked over and saw the blue and white coffin like a small water tank, with a diameter of about 60 cm and about thirty or forty scrolls inserted.

"Is this a blue and white bed?"

Bian Rui smiled and said, "Why did you learn from Zhu Tongqiang? Blue and white are blue and white but imitation blue and white. Although they are imitation, the quality of imitation is also first-class. There is no problem selling for 20,000 to 30,000 yuan."

The imitation of porcelain depends on whoever imitates it. If the master imitates it, the price will naturally be more valuable than the average imitation. Although it is impossible to reach the level of authenticity, if you are a master from making to painting and then burning, it is not a strange thing to sell an imitation blue and white porcelain for about 100,000 yuan. Bian Rui's blue and white porcelain is a bit bad, and it is a bit flawed when it is released, but it is also worth tens of thousands.

"oh!"

When she heard that it was worth tens of thousands, Yan Lan suddenly became interested. For porcelain, her level was still worth it, rather than truly appreciating the beauty of porcelain itself. So when Bian Rui said that 20,000 to 30,000 was not real blue and white, Yan Lan immediately lost interest.
Chapter completed!