Goddesses? I just want them to get rewards!

Chapter 130 Qin Baichuan’s high evaluation! Mu Binghan: Let’s go to Beijing together?
Qin Baichuan is a true master of calligraphy in the world.

He studied the running script of ancient masters and grasped the essence of it. He spent his whole life studying it and finally developed his own style.

A few years ago, one character cost three million, and four characters cost twelve million, which shocked the calligraphy circle.

Of course, this wealth is not shocking.

For those who truly devote themselves to learning, wealth is often not worth mentioning.

And for Qin Baichuan, wealth and glory are within his reach.

but.

Du Fu has a poem: Painting is unaware that old age is approaching, and wealth and honor are like floating clouds to me.

The meaning of this poem is: I have specialized in painting in my life, and I don’t know that time is passing and old age is approaching. Wealth and fame are insignificant to me.

Qin Baichuan is in this state.

But now he is old and basically stays at home.

I'm finally here today.

Many people wanted to go up and ask questions, but seeing that the other party had his eyes closed, they did not dare to go up for a while.

But at this time, Mu Gongling went up.

He didn't go up there to ask questions.

"Old-timer!"

Mu Gongling stepped forward.

Qin Baichuan, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes. Mu Gongling saw that his eyes were a little cloudy and his whole spirit was not as good as before.

Mu Gongling felt emotional.

At such an old age, he is like a candle in the wind, nothing more than this, half of his body is truly buried in the ground.

"Xiao Mu! It's been almost ten years since we last met!"

Qin Baichuan finally perked up a bit.

"Old senior, it has been almost ten years since we last met!"

"Yes!"

"A cup of wine in the spring breeze, a lamp for ten years in the rain, life is like a dream!"

Qin Baichuan was filled with emotion.

In fact, Mu Gongling hadn't seen him for seven or eight years, but ten years was a fictitious number, which was almost the same.

Seven or eight years is enough to make people sigh and lament. The world has changed so much.

This is especially true for time in life.

“So old!”

Qin Baichuan patted his thigh and said that his legs and feet were not functioning well.

Mu Gongling: "Old senior, it's okay! It's okay!"

Qin Baichuan said with a smile: "I can't refuse to admit my age. I am 91 years old this year, and I guess I will only live for the next two years!"

Mu Gongling said: "Let's not talk about this, it's unlucky, old senior, look at something good to relax your mind!"

Mu Gongling placed a scroll on the table in front of Qin Baichuan and then opened it.

This painting is the "Stormy Sea" that Jiang Ning painted at Mu Gongling's house at that time, and it is also accompanied by Cao Cao's "The Longevity of the Turtle".

When Qin Baichuan saw it, his eyes widened a little and he became much more energetic.

"Who wrote this?"

Qin Baichuan studied calligraphy, and especially regular script, which also involved cursive script, so he was naturally most sensitive to the words above and noticed them at first glance.

Qin Baichuan said: "I know all the people in China who have reached a certain level of calligraphy, but I have never seen this kind of calligraphy. Who is this master?"

When the people nearby heard Qin Baichuan say this, they immediately surrounded him.

Qin Baichuan's evaluation is very high.

Besides, this old man's requirements are very high, almost nitpicking.

When the people who gathered around saw it, they were shocked. It was obvious that the calligraphy was not ordinary.

"Old Senior, what do you think of this word?"

Mu Gongling asked.

Qin Baichuan said: "This calligraphy is very penetrating, with both strength and softness, but the poem "Turtle's Longevity" is majestic and majestic, and it is strong even with age. The style of the calligraphy is not quite in line with the poem. However, it does not mean that this calligraphy is bad, but it is very good. Xiao Mu, which famous calligrapher wrote this?"

"Old senior, let me keep you in suspense for now!"

Mu Gongling then asked Zheng Guangfeng next to him to spread out the "Goddess of Luo River" written by Jiang Ning.

"Look, old man!"

Zheng Guangfeng said that he was not like Mu Gongling. Mu Gongling and Qin Baichuan were old friends and could call Qin Baichuan "senior", but he called him "old gentleman".

Qin Baichuan's expression changed when he saw it, and he said in surprise: "These words should be written by the same person, right? The Ode to the Goddess of Luo River expresses an ethereal and otherworldly aura, and the writing style is smooth and flowing, and it is used freely. It is the style of a master!"

"Xiao Mu, which master's hand is this?"

Everyone was also surprised when they heard Qin Baichuan's words.

After all, even Qin Baichuan said that the other party was a master.

Who exactly is this person?

You know, who else in China is as famous as Qin Baichuan in calligraphy?
It seems to be gone, right?

In modern society, poetry, calligraphy and painting are no longer what they used to be. Not many people study them anymore, and they are gradually declining.

Therefore, there are very few capable people.

But Mu Gongling still kept his appetite on hold and asked again: "Old senior, where is the painting?"

"This painting..."

Qin Baichuan leaned closer to look and looked for a long time.

He said, "This painting, with ink splashed on the green mountains, was completed in one stroke. The brushwork is free and easy, and it was completed in one go. Especially this figure, it is vivid on the paper, reaching the highest level, it is already a magical skill! Who is the master painter who created this work?"

Qin Baichuan thought that the calligraphy and the painting were done by two people.

But Mu Gongling said, "What if I say that these calligraphy and paintings were all created by the same person?"

Everyone was shocked. Is this the hand of the same person?
How can it be?

Qin Baichuan said: "He is an extraordinary calligrapher and painter, and a natural genius. I have never heard of such a realm, but now it is right in front of me. Xiao Mu, who is this great master who has been hiding in the city?"

Mu Gongling: "What if I say that these two paintings and calligraphy were both created by a young man?"

"Young man?"

Qin Baichuan was not calm, "Really?"

Mu Gongling: "Only eighteen years old!"

Zheng Guangfeng also said: "Old sir, we have indeed witnessed the birth of this Luoshenfu, including the calligraphy and painting, all by a young man!"

Qin Baichuan did not disbelieve it. He knew Mu Gongling well and knew that the other party would not brag.

Qin Baichuan took a deep breath and said, "At the age of eighteen, he is a young man, with beautiful scenery and a beautiful life! What kind of talent does he have?"

"Xiao Mu, where is he now?"

"Maybe I'm busy these days!"

Mu Gongling said.

Qin Baichuan said urgently: "I want to meet him then! Is that possible?"

You know, Jiang Ning's level and top skills are definitely in the top 20 in history.

Qin Baichuan can't compare to him.

So, now Qin Baichuan is no longer calm and wants to see Jiang Ning urgently. However, he is still maintaining superficial calmness for the time being, but his heart is already in turmoil.

"I have to ask him about this, he's also very busy!"

"Okay, okay! Xiao Mu, I want to meet him!"

Mu Gongling didn't expect that Jiang Ning's calligraphy also stunned Qin Baichuan.

It's really amazing!

Jiang Ning, Jiang Ning, I didn’t expect you to be so awesome!

Mu Gongling thought that he would have to urge Mu Binghan when the time comes.

If you miss this one, there will be no next one!

When Jiang Ning becomes famous, it will be even more difficult!

On this day, Jiang Ning's "Ode to the Goddess of Luo River" and the picture of the goddess were exhibited in the Art Gallery.

And it is the most important position, attracting countless people to watch.

But these people are not simple characters.

In the afternoon, Mu Gongling, looking refreshed, was still here, chatting happily with others.

As for Qin Baichuan, he had already taken the "Turtle's Longevity" written by Jiang Ning back home.

He needs to study it carefully.

Jiang Ning's calligraphy is so beautiful, just like an antique collector who comes across a rare antique and can't let it go.

If The Goddess of Luo River had not been on temporary display, he would have borrowed it to study it.

Note that it is borrowing rather than taking, and the points must be clear.

The old man rarely goes out, and facing guests like he is doing now would only drain his energy.

The time came to around three o'clock in the afternoon.

A man in a suit and tie with a smile on his face came here and soon he noticed this conspicuous painting.

"The Goddess of Luo River"!
Then he asked Mu Gongling: "Mr. Mu, is this painting your work?"

Mu Gongling glanced at the other person and said calmly: "If I can write and draw works like this, it will be worth it even if I am buried in a coffin a hundred years later!"

"Mr. Mu is joking!"

The other party smiled and asked, "How much would you like me to buy this painting?"

"You want to buy?"

Mu Gongling's expression remained unchanged.

Man: "Although it's rude to talk about money, I really want to buy it!"

Zheng Guangfeng came over with a cane and said, "Young man, we don't want to sell this painting. Don't even think about it!"

The man smiled and said, "Mr. Zheng, I wonder whose work this is?"

The man looked at the poem "Ode to the Goddess of Luo River". The words in it were so elegant and extraordinary. And the picture of the goddess next to it was so ethereal that she seemed to be in front of him when he looked at her closely, and seemed to be in the sky when he looked at her again. The person in the painting, the moon in the water, and the flower in the mirror were like a dream, which made people fascinated.

What kind of master can create this work?
It makes men very excited.

Mu Gongling said: "A talented person hides himself in the city. He is still not well-known now. He doesn't care about fame and fortune. This calligraphy and painting is also done by him at his own will!"

However, Jiang Ning is not here. He does not like fame, but he likes profit.

Fame is a person's personality and it will restrict people. It is better not to have it. It is better to have money and be more free.

This is Jiang Ning’s opinion.

You, Mu Gongling, if you say something wrong, he also wants money!

The man was yearning: "It seems like he is an extraordinary person!"

Mu Gongling shook his head: "Fu boy, we can't sell this painting. Without the author's consent, we can't make decisions on our own!"

The man's name was Fu Xuanhe, a businessman who was fond of calligraphy, paintings and antiques. Mu Gongling and Zheng Guangfeng both knew him, and they used their connections to buy a lot of calligraphy and paintings for their collections.

"Besides, the level of this calligraphy and painting is so high that it has reached the pinnacle. The finishing touch is to transcend the ordinary and become a saint!"

Mu Gongling laughed and said, "Fu boy, how much can you offer?"

"Sixty million?"

Fu Xuanhe quoted a price.

When the people present heard this, many of them gasped.

60 million, just a painting.

Besides, this is a work painted by modern people, not a work left by ancient people.

It is not surprising that the works left behind by the ancients are worth billions.

A painting by Tang Bohu is worth more than 3 billion.

But this is the work of modern people.

Jiang Ning didn't even know that one of his paintings cost 60 million.

Of course, there are many good horses, but there are few good horse trainers, and not everyone can pay this price.

However, Jiang Ning would definitely not sell this painting.

The goddess he painted was based on Mu Binghan's painting. With this bonus, Jiang Ning would not sell it.

The exhibition was ok.

"Fu kid, 60 million, do you look down on me? Besides, this painting is worth more than 60 million. Your level is still a little lacking. Wild boars can't eat fine bran!"

Mu Gongling shook his head, indicating that you should just stop coming.

Fu Xuanhe said, "I like it very much, but I think it's no longer available. Mr. Mu, the goddess in the painting looks familiar to me."

Fu Xuanhe looked at her for a while and suddenly felt that he seemed to have seen this goddess somewhere before.

Weird.

Mu Gongling: "This is my granddaughter!"

Fu Xuanhe suddenly understood and thought, no wonder it looked so familiar.

Fu Xuanhe naturally had no interest in Mu Binghan. He was already married and had a career, and was almost of the same generation as Mu Binghan's father, and Fu Xuanhe's daughter was already in high school.

When Mu Binghan saw him, she had to call him uncle.

Mu Gongling: "This goddess was painted by my granddaughter, my future grandson-in-law, and it has a special meaning. So Fu kid, don't make any plans. I guess my grandson-in-law won't agree!"

"It turns out he's Mr. Mu's grandson-in-law!"

Fu Xuanhe suddenly realized, but he was surprised: "At such a young age, Mr. Mu has written such a masterpiece. His writing about his grandson's son-in-law is already in the style of a master!"

"This is what a genius should be like!"

Mu Gongling nodded, not at all embarrassed about his own random matchmaking. He thought he would have to say a few words to Mu Binghan tonight.

Jiang Ning is not someone who can be easily eliminated. If he doesn't seize the opportunity, he will be forgotten in the future and there will be no chance for him to join the team.

Where can I find this?

"Mr. Mu, can you introduce me later?"

Fu Xuanhe wanted to meet Jiang Ning, but he now thought that Jiang Ning was a man around 30 years old or even in his thirties.

After all, to have such a work, and considering that it matches Mu Binghan's age, this age seems reasonable.

In fact, Fu Xuanhe was a bit prejudiced.

"I'll talk to him when he's not busy!"

In Mu Gongling's opinion, Jiang Ning should be very busy.

Take calligraphy and painting for example. You have to study and delve into them. Otherwise, how can you reach such a high level at this age?
Therefore, Mu Gongling felt that Jiang Ning must be obsessed with research all day long, even in a crazy state.

But Mu Gongling also had a preconceived idea.

At this time in the afternoon, Jiang Ning and Yin Muyan had already sat down in a milk tea shop, and the two of them were just drinking some milk tea.

He also didn't know what was happening in the capital. Night fell quickly.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Jiang Ning and Yin Muyan changed into their swimsuits and went to the beach.

However, in order to avoid any misunderstandings like last night, there were not many people on the coast when the two of them arrived.

After waiting until there was no one around, Jiang Ning hugged Yin Muyan and dived into the sea.

That night, the two had a more exciting experience.

Jiang Ning swam for more than two hours and finally arrived at an island reef.

The reef is not big, but it is enough for two people.

The time is eleven o'clock at night.

The sea was grey and pitch black. The only sound that could be heard was the wind, which was even a little creepy.

In this kind of scene, it would be a lie to say it isn't creepy.

But Yin Muyan is much bolder now. With Jiang Ning around, she is not afraid of anything.

Jiang Ning joked, what if we die in the sea?
Yin Muyan said that they would die together anyway, so she hugged Jiang Ning tightly.

Yin Muyan is very serious.

Swimming in the sea late at night is very exciting. Yin Muyan thinks so. No one else has any chance to experience it, only Jiang Ning can.

Anyway, she is very excited now.

At this time, the two came to the island reef to rest.

Jiang Ning didn't need to take the initiative, but Yin Muyan had already taken the initiative.

She asked Jiang Ning to sit on the high part of the reef, while she knelt on the lower part, then slowly moved closer, feeling very shy.

Yin Muyan said that her relatives were coming soon, so she prepared for Jiang Ning in advance.

The sea was windy and the waves weren't calm at night, but it was barely ok. It was just pitch black, and although it was not so dark that you couldn't see clearly, it wasn't much better either.

That night, the two stayed on the island for more than three hours.

At about three in the morning, the two left the island and did not return to the hotel until about five in the morning.

Then the two of them slept until noon.

After eating and drinking, the two boarded the plane at around six in the afternoon and returned to Haicheng in the evening.

But on the night that Jiang Ning left, Yu Churan and Lin Wanhe came to Beihai.

The two came here for tourism.

Obviously, Jiang Ning missed them.

Yu Churan is now less talkative. When Lin Wanhe talks to her, Yu Churan says she wants to go home, but Lin Wanhe wants to continue walking and will go back in a few days. She said to Yu Churan: "Didn't you promise mom that you would stay with her until after National Day?"

Yu Churan was speechless.

If Yu Churan's love for Jiang Ning could make him get a reward, then Jiang Ning would have made a fortune these days.

Yu Churan felt irritated and depressed. She just wanted to go back to Haicheng to see Jiang Ning.

But then I thought, I wonder if Jiang Ning is in Haicheng now? After all, it's the National Day holiday.

Yu Churan now regrets going out with Lin Wanhe. She can't even use her cell phone and has to be watched by Lin Wanhe all the time. Even if she has cash on her, she can't find time to go to the mobile phone store to secretly buy a cell phone.

Lin Wanhe is the kind of person who never shows her emotions, and she doesn't show any anger on the surface, but Yu Churan knows that she is angry.

Such as now.

"Yu Churan, what do you want to do?"

Lin Wanhe saw Yu Churan sitting on the edge of the bed. The two of them had just arrived and Lin Wanhe wanted to go out for a meal.

But now Yu Churan was obviously going against her again, and Lin Wanhe Liu felt uncomfortable.

She has given her daughter enough freedom since she was a child.

Of course, this is within a certain range. If it exceeds this range, you can't do anything wrong and she will intervene.

"I want to go back to Haicheng!"

"You want to go back and see him, right?"

"Yes! I want to see him!"

"Give me a reason." Lin Wanhe's tone was calm, but she was actually not calm inside, she just didn't show it.

"Mom! What reason can there be? I like him and want to be with him, forever. Do I need a reason? Do you disagree with us?"

"Yes, I just don't agree with you!"

Lin Wanhe admitted that she didn't expect Yu Churan to talk back to her and get angry today.

"You finally admitted it, why don't you agree?"

Yu Churan was about to cry, she was prone to crying.

If Lin Wanhe was replaced by Jiang Yun, Jiang Yun would probably say, "Mom, this is for your own good!"

However, Lin Wanhe was different from Jiang Yun. She just said to Yu Churan softly, "Because Mom feels that the boy's future cannot intersect with yours. In short, your lives are parallel. It just happened that he met you in college, so there was a brief intersection. But this kind of marriage is wrong and not suitable for you."

Yu Churan did not respond to Lin Wanhe's words, but just said, "I don't want to go out today."

She sat on the bed, hugged her legs, and turned her back to Lin Wanhe.

She was thinking about Jiang Ning, and she didn't know what Jiang Ning was doing.

Behind her, Lin Wanhe sighed and called the people in the hotel to bring up the food.

This is a high-end hotel with a dedicated chef to cook for guests as long as they want.

"Ran Ran?"

"Ran Ran?"

Lin Wanhe called Yu Churan twice, but the other party didn't want to respond.

Lin Wanhe felt a little powerless in her heart. After all, she only had one daughter, so Lin Wanhe would be soft-hearted.

"Honey, I don't know what to do. Her reactions have been a bit intense these past few days..."

Lin Wanhe told Yu Minghua about it.

Yu Minghua replied shortly afterwards.

"Let's go back with Ranran. It's still too hasty. Besides, how about observing that boy again?"

"No! Of course she has been bewitched!"

"And this boy is not honest!"

"Okay, you decide!"

"Hubby, let's go home tomorrow!"

"Well, be safe, I'll pick you up at the airport."

"Row!"

Lin Wanhe turned off her cell phone, then walked over and sat down next to Yu Churan.

"How about we go home tomorrow?"

"Go home tomorrow?"

When Yu Churan heard the other party say going home, she immediately became energetic.

"Yes, I'll go home tomorrow!"

"Then we'll go home tomorrow!"

Yu Churan's energy and spirit were restored all at once.

Yu Churan was thinking that when she got home she could get her cell phone and contact and meet Jiang Ning.

Also, has he been sending me a lot of messages recently?
That night, Yu Churan thought a lot, and naturally he was thinking about things related to Jiang Ning.

She missed Jiang Ning so much.

When Lin Wanhe saw Yu Churan's appearance, she sighed inwardly.

She knew that her daughter's soul had been taken away, and she didn't understand how Jiang Ning did it.

Or is it that my daughter is just too stupid?
On the other side, Jiang Ning and his friends returned to the rental house around 11 o'clock in the evening.

There is no entertainment tonight.

Yin Muyan was exhausted from the journey and just wanted to rest, so Jiang Ning didn't bother her.

After the girl came back, she took a shower and fell asleep around half past twelve.

Jiang Ning didn't go to bed immediately.

He opened WeChat and found Mu Binghan’s message.

Mu Binghan: "Jiang Ning, did you receive a call from my grandfather?"

"What number?"

Mu Binghan replied quickly and sent Mu Gongling's number to Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning clicked on the missed calls and saw that there was indeed this number, and there were two missed calls, but the address was in Beijing. Jiang Ning didn't know anyone there at all. If it came from Beijing, wouldn't it be considered a scam call?
"I saw it. Sorry, I didn't pay attention today."

"But what's the situation?"

Mu Binghan said this and Jiang Ning suddenly understood.

What the hell!

Good guy!
My buddy’s calligraphy and painting were noticed by a big shot in Beijing?

You want to spend 60 million to buy my calligraphy and paintings?

Jiang Ning was greatly shocked, wondering how could his buddy's calligraphy and paintings be so valuable?

If Van Gogh were still alive, wouldn’t he have cried to death?
Van Gogh was very miserable. His works were only valuable after his death. He was so poor during his lifetime that even dogs would shake their heads when they saw him.

Conclusion: Art should be treated as a hobby, not used to make a living.

"Jiang Ning, my grandfather wants to ask you, are you going to sell it?"

Mu Binghan's message came.

Jiang Ning’s first thought was actually to sell it. You know, it was 60 million, an astronomical figure!

It is no exaggeration to say that Jiang Ning has only seen this number when he visited his grandfather's grave during the Qingming Festival.

But Jiang Ning changed his mind and felt that it was pointless to sell anything.

In the painting of Goddess of Luo River, the goddess was painted based on Mu Binghan. Jiang Ningke refused to sell the painting and let others look at it all day long.

Jiang Ning was also a little selfish. Realizing this, he thought that he had to take back the painting of Goddess of Luo River.

"Not for sale."

Jiang Ning replied.

"Why? Sixty million!"

Mu Binghan felt that the amount was exaggerated. How could she have imagined that Jiang Ning's work could be worth this much?

You know, Jiang Ning only worked for less than two hours at that time, but he was able to earn 60 million.

This rate of return.

It makes people’s scalp numb!

In short, Mu Binghan was not calm. She didn't expect Jiang Ning to be so powerful.

"Because the goddess in the painting is you, how can I give her to someone else? How can a mere 60 million be worth my true feelings? I will take it back later!"

"You're teasing your sister, aren't you?"

Mu Binghan sent an emoticon of laughing.

"I'm serious! Confucius said: Wealth and honor are like floating clouds to me! In my opinion, some things are more important than money!"

"Haha, okay, I'll talk to my grandpa."

In fact, Mu Gongling also did not want to sell it, but he had to ask Jiang Ning, after all, the dominant power was in Jiang Ning's hands.

Two minutes later.

Mu Binghan's message came.

"doing what?"

"Isn't it chatting with you?"

"Where's your girlfriend?"

"Fell asleep."

"No wonder, my girlfriend fell asleep, so I dared to tease my sister!"

Mu Binghan: "Knock on your head.jpg"

This emoticon is also quite naughty.

Jiang Ning sat on the bed. Yin Muyan, who had fallen asleep, felt Jiang Ning coming up, so she stretched out her hands to touch him. After touching Jiang Ning, she moved over and hugged Jiang Ning. This was her habit.

Mu Binghan: "Are you on vacation recently?"

"Let it go."

"Are you free?"

“In theory, yes.”

"In theory, it depends on the situation, right?"

“That’s what I mean.”

Then Mu Binghan told him about Qin Baichuan and asked Jiang Ning if he wanted to go to Beijing.

Qin Baichuan was particularly concerned about Jiang Ning and wanted to meet Jiang Ning today.

But he is 91 years old, an octogenarian, and it is no longer convenient for him to travel.

"That one word costs three million, and four words costs twelve million, is that true?"

Jiang Ning was also very surprised when he heard Mu Binghan talk about this.

Wow, three million for one word, what does that mean?
Who is this Qin Baichuan?
"Of course it's true!"

"It's actually true. I thought it was made up by a marketing account!"

Jiang Ning was very surprised.

Mu Binghan: "Do you think you understand the importance of a great figure?"

"Then I will be a master in a few decades!"

"Ha ha……"

"Are you going to the capital? I'll go there too."

"Together?"

"Yes, together!"

Mu Gongling asked Mu Binghan to drive Jiang Ning to the capital.

Mu Binghan had to go as well. Besides, she had been quite free in recent days. In fact, she hadn't been to Beijing for several years since she graduated from university.

"Then I'll go!"

Jiang Ning: "When do we leave?"

"You decide these two days."

"Then tomorrow afternoon!"

"Okay, see you tomorrow afternoon!"

(End of this chapter)