Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 892: Selling Paintings
The two shook hands and exchanged a few words, and then Yang Yihang introduced Fang Minghua to William.

"Mr. Fang, I know the author of Harry Potter!" William immediately shook hands with Fang Minghua: "My little daughter likes this series of books very much!"

"He also wrote the Chinese Workers Trilogy, which is also very popular both in our country and in the United States," Yang Yihang added.

"Yes, "The Chinese Workers Trilogy", this period of history, we Americans should never forget!" William said solemnly.

Well, this attitude is good.

After the two shook hands, William introduced the handsome white man in his thirties who came with him, "This is Gabriel, a newly elected member of the California State Assembly."

"Hello, Deputy Consul General Yang, nice to meet you." Gabriel immediately shook hands with Yang Yihang.

"Hello."

Gabriel?!
Fang Minghua was stunned when he heard the name. He suddenly remembered that his daughter Xinxin had a little boy who followed her around at school all day. The boy’s father was named Gabriel, a member of the California State Assembly!
Could it be him?
Sure enough, after Gabriel shook hands with Fang Minghua, he heard the other party say, "Mr. Fang, my son Aiden and Professor Li's daughter Li Xin are classmates, and they have a very good relationship."

Sure enough it was him!

When Fang Minghua saw Gabriel, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, but of course she still had a smile on her face.

With so many dignitaries from San Francisco coming, local media naturally rushed to the scene, and the originally spacious hall suddenly became a bit crowded.

The opening ceremony of the exhibition was postponed for ten minutes, and Fang Minghua took the stage to give a brief introduction: "China's Northwest is as vast and mysterious as the American West, and both have nurtured splendid cultures. As the ancient capital of 13 dynasties, Xijing is even more blessed with outstanding people and beautiful scenery."

After Fang Minghua finished speaking, Mayor William and Deputy Consul General Yang Yihang gave passionate speeches respectively, and the calligraphy and painting exhibition officially kicked off.

Fang Minghua naturally accompanied everyone on the tour. After all these years of influence, he naturally had a certain level of attainment in calligraphy and painting. He introduced them to everyone one by one, and everyone listened with great interest.

"Did you write this calligraphy?" Yang Yihang asked curiously as he looked at a calligraphy piece hanging on the wall. The content was Liu Yuxi's "Praise of the Humble House" and the signature was Minghua.

"It's okay, I'm just practicing my calligraphy. I'm sorry if my handwriting is not good." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

Yang Yihang didn't seem to know much about calligraphy, but Wang Longchang, who was standing behind him, said, "Mr. Fang, this running script of yours is inspired by the calligraphy of Ouyang Xun, a great calligrapher from the Tang Dynasty, right?"

"Yes, I like to copy his calligraphy." Fang Minghua said truthfully.

Wang Longchang was obviously an expert: "People all think that Ouyang Xun is good at regular script. His works, such as "Inscription on the Relic Pagoda of Master Yi of Huadu Temple", "Stele of Wen Yanbo, Duke of Yu Gong", and "Stele of Huangfu Dan", are known as "the best regular script of Tang Dynasty".

"In fact, his running script is also quite good. For example, the "Zhongni Mengdian Tie" and "Thousand Character Classic" are known for their fluency, naturalness, and strength. They retain the rigor and neatness of regular script, and add the agility and elegance of running script. The individual characters flow smoothly, and the overall style abides by the rules. It can be said to be "rigorous running script". Mr. Fang's calligraphy has captured the essence of Ouyang Xun's running script. I admire him!"

My running script has fully grasped the essence of Ouyang Xun?

Far from it
Knowing that the other party was complimenting him, Fang Minghua immediately expressed modesty.

Several Chinese people were discussing calligraphy enthusiastically. Naturally, someone translated it into English and whispered it to William and Gabriel, who listened very carefully.

I guess he was just pretending and didn't understand. At this time, Wu Mingsheng also interrupted: "Mr. Fang, are you selling this calligraphy? I'm willing to buy it at a high price!"

As expected, he is the chairman of the Chinese General Chamber of Commerce, very wealthy!

Fang Minghua had no choice but to say that these calligraphy and paintings would be donated to the Confucius Institute to be established and would not be sold to the public.

"That's easy, Mr. Fang, you can paint another one and donate it to the Confucius Institute." Wu Mingsheng said, "And this one." Wu Mingsheng pointed to Wang Xijing's "Seven Sages in the Bamboo Grove" and said, "I want this one too! Ask the painter to paint another one!"
I @##￥&
Fang Minghua had originally not intended to sell it, but after hearing what Wu Mingsheng said, he was tempted.

Sell?
Of course, I don't care and I don't need the money, but other calligraphers and painters in Xijing are not very wealthy. How about helping them make some extra money?

Thinking of this, he changed his tone and said, "Chairman Wu, let's enjoy it first. As for the sale, how about we discuss it in detail after we're done?"

"of course can!"

"In that case, should I pick a few as well?" The speaker was Wang Longchang.

Fang Minghua certainly agreed.

After looking around with everyone, Yang Yihang and William said goodbye and left, while Wang Longchang and Wu Mingsheng stayed behind, wanting to take a closer look and pick out their own new ideas.

Unexpectedly, Gabriel also stayed and told Fang Minghua that he was also very interested in traditional Chinese culture, especially calligraphy and painting, and he was going to buy a few paintings to appreciate.
real or fake?

But since the other person said so, Fang Minghua couldn't chase him away.

Wu Mingsheng had already chosen one, and Wang Longchang also chose two after looking at them for a while. One was Ma Xian's "Qinling Smoke and Clouds". He also looked at another calligraphy by Fang Minghua, Wang Wei's "Three Miscellaneous Poems·No. 2":
If you come from your hometown, you should know the affairs of your hometown.

In front of the beautiful window in the future, did Hanmei write flowers?
Gabriel only chose one calligraphy piece, which was "On the Love of Lotus" by Zhou Dunyi of the Song Dynasty written by Fang Minghua!
Oops
Why are your words so popular?
It’s actually better than those calligraphers’ handwriting?

impossible.

These people were obviously suspected of flattery, especially Gabriel, who knew nothing about calligraphy. The calligraphy of "On the Love of Lotus" he wrote was very mediocre.

Could it be that the other party was attracted by the fact that there were many words written on it?
"Chairman Wang, Chairman Wu, Mr. Gabriel, I was originally going to donate these calligraphy and paintings to the Confucius Institute, but I didn't expect to sell them. I have never traded in calligraphy and paintings, so this price..." Fang Minghua said frankly.

In a word, I don’t know how much these calligraphy and paintings are worth, so you can decide how much they are worth.

At this time, Wang Longchang pondered for a moment and said, "I bought an authentic painting of Qi Baishi at Christie's in Hong Kong this spring for 220 million Hong Kong dollars. Although the paintings and calligraphy on display today cannot be compared with Qi Baishi's, they are still worth 80 to 100 million Hong Kong dollars, which is equivalent to 9 to 12 US dollars.

"The two paintings I selected are worth 12 US dollars?" Wu Mingsheng immediately took over the conversation and looked at Fang Minghua: "What do you think?"

This piece of shit called my blood is worth 100 million Hong Kong dollars?
Even this painting by Wang Xijing is not worth it!
He didn't know about other people's calligraphy and paintings, but Wang Xijing's were worth at most 70,000 or 80,000 yuan in the country, and they were not easy to sell!

But the other party comes to your door, you can’t refuse, right?
Besides, I don’t care about the 100 million. Would Wang Xijing be happy to hear that?
Fang Minghua seemed to see Wang Xijing's fat face smiling.

(End of this chapter)