I Can Extract Abilities From Antiques

Don't say it, looking at it now, those people suddenly felt that the word was well written.

Even if they can't read it, it still gives them a special sense of beauty.

However, beauty is beauty.

At this time, the price of Hu Muzhi has been raised to 82,000.

And this price was reported by Lin Wentai.

"Wentai, as long as you tell me who this painting came from, I won't bid with you." Wang Chengfeng said to Lin Wentai, who was beside him.

"President Wang, don't embarrass me, if I tell you and let that person know, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you in the future." Lin Wentai said with a wry smile.

"In that case." Wang Chengfeng said, raised his hand, and said, "Eighty thousand.

"Ninety thousand." Lin Wentai gritted his teeth and said, this is almost the limit of what he can offer. If Wang Chengfeng is making an offer, then he can only give up.

Originally, Wang Chengfeng wanted to continue bidding, but after seeing Lin Wentai's bid, he closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair with a decadent look, resigned to his fate.

The hand that was raised originally was finally put down.

"Grandpa, don't you want it?" Wang Luotian looked at his grandfather with a puzzled expression.

"Gentlemen don't take people's favor." Wang Chengfeng said with emotion: "Although I like this character very much, but seeing your uncle Wentai like this, I can't bear it, forget it.

Lin Wentai on the side heard Wang Chengfeng's words, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at each other gratefully, opened his mouth, and said, "President Wang..."

"Don't talk about it." Wang Chengfeng waved his hand to interrupt what Lin Wentai wanted to say, and said, "I hope that when you go to your house in the future, you can show me this letter for my appreciation."

"Definitely, definitely." Lin Wentai nodded again and again and agreed.

"90,000 yuan, Mr. Lin Wentai paid 90,000 yuan. First of all, I would like to thank Mr. Lin Wentai for his love, but as usual, I still have to ask if there are any friends who bid? 39

As the host spoke, his eyes swept across the crowd one by one.

Seeing that no one wanted to bid, he announced: "Congratulations to Mr. Lin Wentai for this calligraphy and painting, and thanks to Mr. Lin Wentai for his generosity."

When Lin Wentai heard the words, the stone that was pressing on his heart finally fell.

"I didn't expect my words to be so valuable."" "Hu Muzhi laughed at himself.

Originally, Xia Yurou wanted to say that when you are short of money, you can make a living by selling characters.

But when I think about it, this is not appropriate.

If you make a living by selling characters, wouldn't there be no appraiser in your store?

For Hu Muzhi, Xia Yurou is satisfied from the bottom of her heart, not only for her outstanding identification ability, but also for repairing and aging.

Such talent, she doesn't want to miss it.

Of course, the most important thing is Xia Yurou's other emotional existence towards Hu Muzhi.

Hu Muzhi's calligraphy and painting led to the climax of the disaster relief party.

Several paintings and calligraphy that followed also exceeded the million-dollar mark.

Wang Luotian was also a little bored sitting, so he said to the tall slender woman beside him: "Xiaoyan, you accompany grandpa, I'll go eat something, and chat with my buddy by the way."5

"Go." The tall slender woman nodded very obediently.

The buddy Wang Luotian was talking about was Hu Muzhi.

When Xia Yurou made an offer just now, it attracted the attention of most people, including Wang Luotian.

So he knows where Hu Muzhi is now.

He got up and walked in the direction of Hu Muzhi.

As it approached, Wang Luotian smiled and said: "Brother Hu, you are still smart, eat and drink here, and be accompanied by beautiful women. 35

Hu Muzhi smiled and said, "I have limited ability and I can't afford expensive paintings and calligraphy, so I can only sit here and wait for the end of the party.

"Brother Hu is humble." Wang Luotian smiled and said, "I noticed that you were holding a picture scroll when you were in the elevator just now."

"Now that the scrolls are gone, they must have been handed over to the staff.

I have to say, this kid's observation skills are really careful.

Hu Muzhi did not continue on this topic, and said: "Brother Wang is here, shouldn't he be looking for me to chat?

"It's half to chat with you, and the other half is to eat something." Wang Luotian said, and then he took some food from the dining car and started to eat it.

During this period, I chatted with Hu Muzhi without a word.

After finishing the food on the plate, Wang Luotian got up and left.

Back at his seat, Wang Luotian was quietly waiting for Hu Muzhi's works to be photographed.

From Wang Luotian's point of view, since he is a friend, he must support him.

Only until the finale work appeared, Wang Luotian didn't wait for Hu Muzhi's work.

"Did I miss it when I was chatting with Hu Muzhi?" Wang Luotian thought to himself, and then asked his girlfriend, "Xiaoyan, when I was away, was there a painting and calligraphy donated by Hu Muzhi?

"I don't think so, I don't remember." Chen Yan shook her head.

"Luo Tian, ​​tonight's auction, except for the one you provided by Uncle Wentai, which is not signed, the rest were provided by members of the Calligraphers Association, and there is no Hu Muzhi you mentioned." Wang Chengfeng said.

"Huh? 99 Wang Luotian frowned.

suddenly--

He thought of a possibility,

Could the painting and calligraphy provided by Lin Wentai be the work of Hu Muzhi?

Thinking of this, Wang Luotian excitedly said to Wang Chengfeng, "Grandpa, I think I already know who made that calligraphy and painting.

|| Who?" Wang Chengfeng asked hurriedly.

"One of my friends, Hu Muzhi." Wang Luotian replied.

"Your friend? Isn't that the same age as you?" Wang Chengfeng asked.

"It looks about the same, not even a few years older. 35 Wang Luotian nodded.

"That's impossible. Wang Chengfeng said firmly.

"Why is it impossible?" Wang Luotian asked in confusion.

"Calligraphy is an art and has its own special techniques, but techniques are not too mysterious. As long as you study them carefully, you can master them very quickly," Wang Chengfeng explained.

"But the word just now can already be described as supernatural work. This is not only a skill that can make up for, but also needs to be supported."

"This cultivation is self-cultivation, self-cultivation, and immersion."

"What is written by hand is only simple symbols, but calligraphers can activate symbols, inject life into lines, and turn them into symbols with souls, so that people can feel their cultivation, attainments and abilities.

"Writing relies on technology, but calligraphy relies on ideas. Skills can be trained in a short period of time, but ideas can only be acquired after a long period of immersion.

"For example, the introverted, reserved, qualitative (is it good), simple, and ancient atmosphere in calligraphy cannot be accomplished by technology, and even if it can be accomplished, there is no sense of life's heaviness, and it is more dependent on personal cultivation and experience. And then through the pen to convey this kind of spiritual miscellaneous.

"Calligraphy is like a piano. It is very simple at the beginning, and then it becomes more and more difficult to learn. Facing the vast sea of ​​content to be learned, you will feel heavier and heavier, and you will feel breathless."

"If you don't settle down to cultivate yourself, you won't be able to cross this ocean of calligraphy."

"And you said just now that your friend is only in his twenties, which is impossible."

Wang Chengfeng's remarks happened to be heard by Lin Wentai who came back from the bathroom.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that Hu Muzhi could write such beautiful characters.

But the fact is that this character was written by a young man in his twenties.

As for why Hu Muzhi was able to write such a handwriting, Lin Wentai did not know, and did not want to investigate too much, because he knew that everyone has secrets.

If the other party doesn't say it, he won't ask.

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