A Valiant Life

Two days have passed, and he now understands how terrible this person suddenly became red, especially the red ink, how many people want to come to paint.

These old irons in Yunli Street look at their eyes every time, very different from before.

It's so hot, it's scary. I'm afraid for them, they can't wait to tie themselves up, put themselves in a small black room, and force themselves to paint every day.

It's scary to think about it.

For the people of the Chinese Painting Association, they are now glowing. At the International Art Exhibition, it was all the rage.

Numerous foreign masters of art can't wait to sleep in an exhibition, looking at these paintings every day, and studying these paintings, even some masters, because of these paintings, they have developed great interest in Chinese painting.

Of course, international art exhibitions are not smooth sailing. On the next day, some international gods wanted to steal paintings, but unfortunately, Zheng Chongshan brought people here early to focus on protecting these paintings. Even at night, some people were still staying at these. Painting around.

It is a pity that those international gods can do nothing.

Magic capital.

As soon as Lin Fan got up, Zheng Zhongshan's phone came.

"Lao Zheng, are you back?"

"I'm back. You don't know. On the day of the exhibition, I don't know how many people were attracted. When everyone sees your painting, the expression on that face can be rich. If you see it, you will definitely laugh to death."

Without having to say more about it, he can know what those expressions will look like, besides shock.

At this time, Zheng Zhongshan said excitedly: "The person in charge at the International Art Exhibition communicated with us and hoped to rent your ten paintings to continue the exhibition, but we refused them. How can these treasures be given to them? It ’s going to be brought back to China, and I have contacted the National Museum. Donating these ten paintings to you, your paintings are of high artistic value and higher historical value. "

Lin Fan did not expect that his paintings could be put into the museum, and he immediately laughed, "OK, you can arrange it."

Zheng Chongshan, "Lao Lin, listen to me. Putting your ten paintings in the museum is very good for you. Don't think about me as old Zhengkeng, you can put paintings in the museum in modern times. A few, and as long as you put it in, the value is terrible. According to my estimation, you are going to pass on to the world. "

Lin Fan laughed, "Lao Zheng, who do you think of me, can I still believe you? You will never pit me."

With the trust of Lao Lin, Zheng Zhongshan was very happy, and then thought of something like, "Oh, yes, you do n’t have to draw a picture easily for yourself. Your work is now starting at 10 million. At present, social works can reach your height, basically there are none, but the artistic value of your works is really too high, too high, completely beyond the limits of art, so you should understand what I mean. "

Lin Fan nodded, "Understood, yes, did I draw a picture for you and Lao Yue, do you want to put it in the museum?"

When Zheng Zhongshan heard it, he suddenly exploded. "How can this be, we have given these paintings to us. This is a gift from a friend. We all have to pass down the heirloom."

For them, they regard Lao Lin's paintings as treasures. Although their artistic value is not as good as those ten paintings, they are also top-notch and valuable.

If the news from the National Museum is passed on, the painting of Lao Lin will be of little value, just like a rocket, it will rise in a straight line.

At the time of the art exhibition center, there were rich people who bought a pair for 20 million, and they were directly rejected. Can these money be described?

This is the pinnacle of the work, and I am afraid no one can surpass it.

Even if it can be surpassed, only Lao Lin can surpass it.

"Haha." Lin Fan laughed, "Okay, okay, Lao Zheng, I'll leave it to you to arrange, I don't care so much."

Zheng Zhongshan smiled mysteriously. "Lao Lin, you are going to have a hard time right now. I have seen the human-shaped banknotes. People who are looking for paintings afterwards, but they are incredible. You have to stabilize."

"This also uses you to say that there are no strangers, acquaintances pushed a lot and hung up." Lin Fan helplessly said.

…….

National Museum.

Ten paintings have been protected in a spacious exhibition hall.

A group of old men came in. There were historians and masters of art appreciation. Their main purpose here was to study the ten paintings.

Although it was created by modern masters, it is different from other masters.

In terms of artistic value alone, these paintings can reach their peak. Compared with those cultural relics and ancient paintings, they have surpassed many, not an order of magnitude.

If those ancient paintings do not have a historical bonus, I am afraid they are not as good as these paintings.

Qi Yong is a historian of the Song Dynasty. He is well-known in China, one of the best in the country, and countless children. He is an authority. He specializes in the study of the humanities of the Song Dynasty. This year is seventy, but his spirits are shaking. Did not go, went directly to "Qingming Shanghe Tu".

When he first saw this "Picture of the River on the Qingming Festival", his eyes never moved away.

Silent for a minute.

"Okay, okay ..." Qi Yong applauded, his face was reddish, as if he saw some rare treasures, "This Master Lin is indeed unusual, obviously a scholar with profound research on the Song Dynasty."

"Professor Qi, is this painting really so valuable?" Asked another old man, who also studied the history of the Song Dynasty, but compared with Qi Yong, it was still a little bit different.

Qi Yong waved his hand. "Let me take a closer look. The painting shows the cultural landscape on both sides of Jingjing. This can be found in history books, but it can be expressed in paintings. It's incredible."

And those masters of Chinese painting appreciation are also invested in paintings.

They are all authoritative people, and when they study these paintings carefully, their hearts begin to surging.

Especially after gradually deepening, they became more and more frightened. Even after zooming in, the details in the paintings were handled so well, the strokes were uncluttered, and even the clouds were flowing, which is impossible in modern times.

Even among the famous paintings of ancient masters, it cannot be so perfect.

What made them even more shocked was that these paintings gave them a shocking feeling, and they were still shocked by imagination. When they looked at them, they were all in their hearts, and there was no other thing to occupy.

All night.

These masters came out full of energy, and the most authoritative old man left only one sentence.

"National treasure, a world-famous work, handed down for centuries."