I followed the old man excitedly to a small compartment.

The compartment is smaller, and the general can accommodate three or four people. The old man asked the accompanying staff to go out, and he moved out his own works and asked Sangbai and Tokuma Aosuke to choose.

Sang Bai looked around for a while and asked casually: "You won't hide all the good ones, right?"

After saying that, I looked up accidentally and saw the old man smiling awkwardly, just like a child who was caught stealing candy.

Sang Bai immediately put down the scroll in his hand: "Take it out and take a look."

The old man then opened a cabinet and hugged some drawings from it.

In fact, Sang Bo couldn't tell whether it was good or bad. He just obeyed his heart, and wanted to what could shock him, or that would stir his mood, otherwise he wouldn't.

In this way, it will naturally take a long time to pick and read the cypresses one by one.

The same is true for Tokuma Aosuke.

But he is a little different from Sanbo. Tokuma Aosuke's calligraphy and painting skills are much better than Sanbo. Because Japanese paintings and Chinese paintings are similar, he can still see the general artistic level of the painter. He can also recognize the quality of a painting.

Because Tokuma Aosuke has been watching for a longer time than Sanba.

I saw it at night at noon. Sang Bai picked out some works and paid about 200,000 yuan.

Tokuma Aosuke didn't choose much, but he also paid about 100,000 yuan.

When the two left, the old man smiled and sent Sanba and Toma Aosuke to the door.

It looks like a child who has a bag of candy.

Back at the hotel with the painting, Sanba and Tokuma Aosuke enjoyed it all night. After seeing it, they looked almost all night. After going to bed at four o'clock, they opened their eyes and reached the afternoon of the next day.

The old man's house could not be gone, so the two of them continued to eat and read the paintings.

There is always an indescribable and free manner in the old man’s painting, which makes Sang Bai feel very comfortable, not only free and easy, but also a kind of tenacity in adversity.

Take the lotus painted by the old man as an example. The large ink color below is a bit thick and inseparable, but the green lotus leaf stems are like an axe and a knife slashing, supporting the extremely bright flowers in his pen.

And his lotus is also vigorous, without a trace of fragility, and the whole work is filled with a prosperous atmosphere.

A pair of strong and powerful styles that are as strong as the winds of the east, west, south and north.

"How about you change one with me, I'll get four screens." Sanba fell in love with a pair of ink in Tokuma Aosuke's hand.

This lotus is emerald green, and it is the dark green, tender green and pink green in Sangbai's hands. It can be made up into a four-screen. If it is hung in Sangbai's living room, it would be perfect.

After Tokuma Suo looked at it, he gave the painting to Sangbai, and reached out to pull a sleeping Arhat from Sangbai's hands.

Sang Bai felt so distressed, but if it were Mo He, Sang Bai would not be a loss to think about it.

The two of them can't make a fuss too late tonight. Sanba has time, but Tokuma Sosuke can't stay here. He has to go to the Japanese factory and OEM factory in person.

The Spring Festival is already a long holiday. If you don’t go to the factory to check it out, people like him will not be relieved.

Go to bed early.

I woke up early the next day.

It was said that it was not too early, and it was about 8 o'clock, and breakfast was exactly nine o'clock.

When we arrived at the lobby downstairs, the accompanying staff were already waiting.

"Let's go, there's still some way to go."

The accompanying staff smiled and said, "Today is approaching. Mr. Huang moved yesterday and moved to Dongda Street Hutong."

When Sang Bo heard this, he said, "It's two streets away from the courtyard I bought?"

This alley is very close to the several courtyards bought by Sangbai. Sangbai is close to the Forbidden City. It goes further east and is not far from east. It is also a well-known place in later generations.

Sang Bai knew that it was because he had also visited the alley on East Street, but he didn't like it in the end. He chose the current one: it was close to the Forbidden City and could brag in the future.

"Well, the old man moved yesterday, and it was still very lively," said the accompanying staff laughing.

Sang Bo thought the old man was too interesting, so he smiled and said, "Let's go, let's buy something to congratulate you."

Tokuma Aosuke nodded with a smile.

The accompanying staff said at this time: "The Friendship Store has always been looking forward to you to visit again."

Sang Bai couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this, and said with a smile: "You can't always catch me alone, right?"

The accompanying staff joked: "If you don't get a sturdy and awesome person like you, why should we pick up those hairless sheep?"

Sang Bai couldn't help but admire this leader. It was hard to say that the level was slightly higher and the level was higher. A person like him came out and there was no sense of incongruity at all.

Sang Bai just wants to go. If you want to make money, you won’t go. Isn’t that stupid!

What's more, there is a Japanese friend next to me. After all, I have to take Tokuma Sosuke to do my best to the country's foreign exchange cause.

So I went to the Friendship Store first.

This time, they came prepared and wanted to invest in mulberry. So mulberry made a big deal again, with not many, but the value was much higher than last time. I spent about the same amount and only bought half a cart of goods.

It can be seen that in order to get more foreign exchange from Sangbai’s pocket, they have also put in effort.

Anyway, everyone is happy, Sangbai is satisfied, and others are satisfied. Where do you think you can find such a good thing?

The gift Sangbai gave to the old man was a Qingwei pen holder, which was very well-made and Sangbai didn't know anything. Anyway, there was no one that was not good for the high-priced stuff.

Tokuma Aosuke also bought some, and the things he bought were mainly concentrated on porcelain and some carving works. Unlike sang bai, it was mainly calligraphy and painting, especially fine brushwork paintings, which were particularly popular among him.

Fine brushwork focuses on lines, and the same is true for Sang Bai's comics.

The two of them came to the door with small gifts.

The alley this time is much better. It is not like the alley last time. The roads passing through are like corners, and both carriages can't be opened. You can tell at a glance that they were not where some big shots lived before.

Unlike this alley, the car drove in with a slight sound.

Not only did the car enter, but the people were also quiet. When you enter the alley, you could hardly hear people's words except for the sound of birds.

When I arrived at the door, I found that even the door was different.

The door was closed this time.

After knocking on the door several times, a response came from the yard.

"Come on!"

It's not someone else, it's just an old man like an old child.

"Ah! It's you guys, come in quickly."

When the old man saw that there were Sanba and Toma Suosuke standing at the door, he immediately smiled and asked Sanba to come into the yard.

The old man bought a serious courtyard with a yard with a screen wall when the gate entered, and then he went to the drooping flower gate and then entered the yard.

"The house here is big, so I like to live in a big house!" The old man said happily while bringing Sang Bai and others into the yard.

After hearing this, Sang Bai said, "Is this a coincidence? I also like to live in a big house. Let you see my big house."

As he said that, Sanba signaled Tokuma Aosuke: "You are taking a photo for Mr. Huang to see."

Tokuma Sosuke took photos of Sanba's house. Of course, the house was the background, and the main one was the family. Now I just took it out to contact you.

Tokuma Sosuke took out the photo from his wallet.

The old man glanced at it and said, "Your house is good, it has the Ming and Qing styles, but it is not bound by the Ming and Qing styles... I envy this big ginkgo in your yard. It must be quite beautiful when the leaves fall in autumn, right?"

Sang Bo nodded happily and said, "The whole yard is glowing with golden yellow, and it is so beautiful."

"If you have the chance, you must go and have a look. Such a yard is so great with golden ginkgo leaves on the ground. The yard is also good and grand!" The old man actually said a little fascinated.

Sangbai said: "After a few days, at most two or three weeks, the peach blossoms in the village will bloom. When you look around, the pink peach blossoms are like the sea and the tide. When a gust of wind blows, the peach blossoms fall like rain, which is also very beautiful."

"Your village still grows peaches?"

Now it was Sangbai's turn to be embarrassed. After selling Taos for several years, they still haven't sold them yet. The companies that felt it was difficult have become many. Taos, which were originally planned to make a fortune, were sold tepid.

"Yes, I'm a professional agent for the Japanese sales of the Exiled Immortal Peach. The market response is quite enthusiastic now," said Tokuma Aosuke.

Sang Bai thought to himself: I can't blame others for saying what the merchants say is unreliable. Look at the powder that Dejian is almost falling down.

"Exiled Xiantao, oh, I know, a student who lived in Japan brought me two of them. They were delicious. I thought they were made from Japan."

Sang Bo really didn't expect the old man to know, so he was kind-hearted.

The old man waited for a while before saying, "You guy is too stingy, and you are not happy to give away a few peaches."

Sang Bai smiled and said, "It's not enough to get a car for you. If you want to eat, go to our summer vacation to the summer, there are everything there, lotus flowers all over the pond, fruits and melons everywhere, and wherever you eat, will it be the life of a god?"

Who knew that the old man smiled and said, "I can't escape the word "money" when I want to live a fairy-like life."

"Similar, same feeling!"

Sang Bai laughed with his palm.

The old man was also smiling with his belly and his hands on his hips. One old and one young were like two mental illnesses.

Sometimes people are so strange. Some people have known each other for a long time, but there is nothing to talk about. Some people you just know, seem to feel familiar like an old friend.

A soul that is forty years later resonates with a modern art master. Of course, the old man is not a master now. Ten years later, people of Li Kuchan's generation, who should hang everything they should hang, and those who should hang cranes have gone west. The influence has declined and the wall has hung them, so that the old man can truly stand at the top of art.

Now the old man can only say that he has reached the second-rate level, not the first-rate level, and is at the second-rate level in the art world.

Of course, artistic achievements are also very high, at least as high as three floors.

And comics like Sang Bai are those who stand on the first floor.

After laughing, the old man took a few people to look around and finally brought Sang Bai to the west wing. The old man's calligraphy and paintings were placed in this house.

Choose paintings as usual.

This time, Sanbo chose less because the best ones were almost the same as last time.

The same is true for Tokuma Aosuke.
Chapter completed!