Door-to-door dragon son-in-law

Chapter 2802 Are you convinced?
When the Boeing 777 carrying the three elders was still passing through the ocean, Xiao Changkun, who was so excited, hugged the portrait Ye Chen gave him, and drove the Rolls-Royce Cullinan that Fei Kexin gave him. , came to the downstairs of the Painting and Calligraphy Association.

At this time, Xiao Changkun's face was full of confidence, as if a miscellaneous guard who had just won a key victory was waiting to go to the regular army to raise his eyebrows.

In the Painting and Calligraphy Association, Xiao Changkun was indeed a little unpopular.

Most of the people here are literati and scholars. Although some people have no real talent and learning, and they are purely arty, they know what "vassal" is.

I don't have any professional level, so I come here to serve as a foil and give professionals more room to pretend to be aggressive. This is called "vassalization";
I don't have any professional level, so I came here to be the second-in-command, and I don't care about eating a vegetarian meal in the corpse, and I forcefully pretend to be aggressive all day long. This is not arty, but a redefine of elegance.

The former is an indispensable living soil for literati and refined scholars, while the latter is the old enemy of literati and refined scholars.

Xiao Changkun is the old enemy who redefines Fengya.

In fact, he doesn't know anything about antique calligraphy and painting. When he saw others playing, he would follow suit, but his playing was superficial and he had almost no real skills.

Such a person is more or less unqualified to be a foil in the Painting and Calligraphy Association, but he was allowed to climb up to the position of executive vice president step by step, which naturally made many people envious and unhappy, so everyone felt sorry for him. Great opinion.

Chairman Pei also knew that Xiao Changkun was a big parallel importer, but he didn't dare to offend Xiao Changkun. After all, Xiao Changkun had a lot of face in front of Hong Wuye. Only then did he overcome all opinions and helped him become the executive vice president.

However, other people are not like President Pei, who covet Xiao Changkun's connections, so just because President Pei can bear Xiao Changkun, it doesn't mean that others can also bear him.

When Xiao Changkun parked the car and came to the gate of the Painting and Calligraphy Association with the painting in his arms, he heard someone inside saying, "Hey, my executive Xiao hasn't found any exhibits that can be sold, right?"

Another person sneered: "Him? He doesn't know calligraphy and painting at all. Where can I get good things to participate in the exhibition?"

"Exactly!" Another person echoed: "Last time I found a painting by our Lingshi painter and gave it to him to taste. What did he say to me? He said that this painting is not like a mountain or a water Water, it doesn’t look like a masterpiece at first glance, I don’t even bother to talk to him.”

The person before said with a smile: "Our Vice President Xiao is just a typical waste snack. Doesn't he make a lot of jokes here? I'm afraid I can't finish it all day. If President Pei is not in the way , I have already scolded him face to face, if he can't produce anything decent in this exhibition, I will report with my real name and ask the executive vice president to be replaced!"

"That's right!" The others also echoed, wishing they could join hands to put pressure on President Pei now.

Xiao Changkun's face was livid when he heard it at the door, he walked in angrily holding the painting tube, and said with a displeased face: "Everyone is like old women, whose tongue are you chewing here?"

When everyone saw him coming, they didn't take him seriously, and one of them pouted and said sarcastically, "Oh, Vice President Xiao, our painting and calligraphy exhibition will start soon, you, the executive vice president, have a decent appearance. I can’t get the work out, isn’t that appropriate?”

"Yes!" Someone fanned the flames: "Vice President Xiao, even if you can't borrow any good works, you should at least take one or two fine works from your own collection to participate in the exhibition! As our executive vice president, you have no Are there any decent collections?"

A large group of people were incited to ridicule Xiao Changkun one after another.

Xiao Changkun said coldly: "You guys really don't know Lanshan. How can I, Xiao Changkun, have no fine works? It's just that some paintings are too old to be taken out!"

At this time, in Xiao Changkun's mind, he had already substituted himself into the client Ye Chen was talking about.

When the other people heard his bragging, they all curled their lips in contempt, and didn't take what he said seriously at all.

Xiao Changkun didn't say much, and directly put the painting tube on the huge desk used for display and appraisal by the Painting and Calligraphy Association, and said: "Come on, today I will let you open your eyes and take a look at a piece of work I missed. !"

"Cut..." The faces of the crowd were filled with disdain. It is not easy to preserve calligraphy and painting, not to mention that although there are many kinds of paper used in Chinese painting, they are almost not as tough as Western canvases. Time is too long. It is easy to be damaged for a long time, and it is even more difficult to preserve it. Almost all the paintings that have been handed down from ancient times are handed down from generation to generation. Of course, no one at the scene believed in the work of the first year.

Seeing that everyone ignored him, Xiao Changkun couldn't help saying angrily: "Why, you don't believe it anymore, right? Well, since you don't believe it, then I'll let you see it!"

After finishing speaking, he opened the painting tube and pulled out the portrait of Meng Changsheng.

Seeing that he really took out a painting, everyone immediately came to him.

However, everyone came here not to see the beauty of the painting, but to see how Xiao Changkun made a joke this time.

After all, Xiao Changkun made jokes, not once a day or two, once or twice.

However, as Xiao Changkun spread out the scroll bit by bit, all the people who were about to see the joke immediately widened their eyes.

No one expected that this painting could be so vivid.

However, because most people had opinions on Xiao Changkun, they started to question him at this time.

"Isn't this the ancient style of painting? Maybe it was invented by modern realistic painters. Those who learn sketching are best at this realistic style of painting."

"I don't think it looks like the style of painting at that time. The style at that time should not be so skilled!"

"Exactly! To have such a powerful painter, I'm afraid he would have been famous long ago!"

When everyone questioned, the old man who was still mocking Xiao Changkun before blurted out in surprise: "Oh my god, this... this author's painting skills are simply superb! To be honest, this is the first time I have seen it! Don't say anything else, This painting skill is too strong, every brush stroke is perfect, and the details are so rich that it is outrageous, those painters who have been painting for a lifetime may not be able to have such a brush stroke!"

What this person said was true.

It is really difficult for ordinary people to practice this kind of brushwork.

After all, the ancestor of the Jiang family lived to be 110 years old, which is almost unheard of among the ancients, and the ancestor of the Jiang family did not know how to practice, and spent most of his time practicing painting. Painters can't catch up with flattery.

What's more, the ancestor of the Jiang family has been waiting for Meng Changsheng to come back for the rest of his life. For decades, he painted portraits of Meng Changsheng one after another, and he was so skillful that no one could match him. Satisfied, thousands of strokes, without any flaws or omissions, absolutely perfect!

Another person came forward, carefully observed the details of the portrait with a magnifying glass, and said excitedly: "This painting... This painting is really a silk painting... This texture, at first glance, is an old object, and it is definitely not a fake. Yes! Moreover, what Ma Lao said is right! This painting skill is so strong that I have never seen it in my life..."

Mr. Ma is one of the strongest figures in the Ling City Painting and Calligraphy Association, and is also a relatively prestigious member of the Painting and Calligraphy Association. There have always been calls for him to be the executive vice president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association. , the biggest competitor.

Even the old master said that this painting is indeed ancient, and everyone became excited.

Everyone looked at this painting for a long time, and the more they looked at it, the more frightened they became and the more excited they became, because in their eyes, the painting skills of this painting had surpassed all the painters in history at that time. The artistic conception is also really amazing.

The master asked Xiao Changkun excitedly: "Where did you get this painting?!"

Xiao Changkun pointed his chin at him, and said disdainfully: "I just said that this painting was picked up by me!"

"Joke!" The master said disdainfully: "How can a painting that can be handed down from ancient times be picked up by an idiot like you?"

Xiao Changkun pursed his lips and said, "I know you look down on me and always feel that I don't have real talents like you, but you have to know that in this life, sometimes it depends not only on real talents, but also on chance!"

As he said that, Xiao Changkun said again: "This painting was originally hidden in a very inconspicuous painting. It was I, Xiao Changkun, who knew the truth with my eyes, and saw that there was another painting attached to the bottom of the painting, so I put it After buying this painting, I went back and tore it open, and it turned out that there was a shocking painting hidden inside;”

"It's not me! The people in this painting are vivid and lifelike on the paper. Which painting from that period have you seen that can have such charm?"

Tai Dou exclaimed: "Xiao Changkun, you really picked up this painting?!"

Seeing that he still didn't believe it, Xiao Changkun went up and rolled up the painting, and while rolling it, he said: "If you don't believe me, don't read it, I will show you my painting, and you will be questioned, I am really too lazy to give up this effort with you .”

When the master saw it, he immediately said politely: "Xiao Changkun, oh no, Vice President Xiao, your painting is really amazing, can you let me appreciate it again?"

Xiao Changkun asked him back: "You said my painting is amazing, how amazing is it?"

Tai Dou said without hesitation: "Exquisite painting skills, I have only seen it in my life!"

Xiao Changkun asked again: "Then are you convinced?"

"Admit it, of course!" The master nodded without hesitation and said: "This kind of painting has subverted my perception of paintings, and I am indeed admirable!"

Xiao Changkun nodded in satisfaction, handed the painting to him and said, "Since you are convinced, let you take a good look and see enough."

After that, he looked at the other people again, and said, "See, this is the way for two people with real talents to communicate! Like you, you know how to twitter with others all day long, chew your tongue behind your back, What other people say, you also say what others say, in fact, you don’t understand bullshit! The dog at the head of the village barks twice, and all the dogs in the village bark, but if you really ask why the dogs behind bark, there is no dog I really know!"

(End of this chapter)