Tiandi Red Packet Group

Chapter 103 Hua An
"Grandpa. Why don't you go shopping with him?"

"With him? Someone who has no rules. I would be ashamed to buy paintings from him."

"Ooh. Who do you think that is?"

"he?"

Ouyang Zhenhua couldn't help laughing.

In the beginning, the old man did not buy paintings with Ouyang Jing. However, after being separated several times, none of them was a bet.

Later, relying on the old to sell the old, he came up with such a shameless trick.

As a result, it won several times.

Ouyang Jing looked at the boy in front of him and narrowed his eyes.

His dry eyelids showed a hint of joy, because this young man was none other than Qin Feng.

It's his granddaughter, the object of his love.

"Master Ouyang, I want to buy some rice paper, so I'm here to ask you for advice."

"Xuan paper?"

"Yeah. I want the best."

"This one. Come with me. Wait a minute, Zhuge Yun."

Originally, Zhuge Yun had gone a long way, but for the sake of the rice paper, Ouyang Jing slapped it on it again.

This--

Qin Feng looked rather embarrassed.

But Ouyang Zhenhua came over and said, "Don't be surprised, my old man knows how to make money since he was a child, and he never went to elementary school."

It turned out to be such a paranoid.

Qin Feng felt that old man Ouyang was getting more and more interesting.

"Why are you catching up? Do you still want to grab the painting from me?"

"I won't grab the paintings this time. That kid will buy rice paper with me. Tell me who has the best rice paper. I'll just take him to buy it."

"Red Star brand mulberry paper, that store has it just now."

"Hmph. That store has it. If I had known, I wouldn't have asked you."

Knowing the answer, Ouyang Jing was not grateful at all, and said biasedly.

The two rolled their eyes again, one walked away and the other walked back.

Ouyang Jing came to Qin Feng and said with a happy face, "Let's go. I have 60 years of research on paper, and the best paper is Red Star mulberry paper."

"Hahaha." Ouyang Zhenhua suddenly laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

Ouyang Jing stared and said.

Ouyang Zhenhua hurriedly replied: "It's nothing, it's nothing, Grandpa, my face is cramping."

"Haha. I'll take you to buy paper."

Ouyang Jing said.

The bones of the body are stronger than the mouth.

It looks completely impeccable.

Qin Feng followed the old man, feeling very happy in his heart, and thought, it would be great if Qin's father was as leisurely and carefree as he was when he was old.

"My grandfather began to study paper in kindergarten, but after so many years, I still don't know."

Ouyang Zhenhua moved closer to Qin Feng's ear and said slowly, "He is only 63 years old this year."

Weighed.

A 63-year-old man has been studying Xuan paper for 60 years, and he has indeed started researching it since kindergarten.

However, the technology is not good enough.

Even the most famous rice paper in China is unknown.

"Boss, bring me the best rice paper you have here."

"Is it you?"

"That's right. And that painting, wrap it up for me together."

"Really?"

The owner of the painting boat was very unhappy at first, but when he heard that he was going to wrap up the painting just now, he hurried in to get the paper and painting.

After a while, ten pieces of top-notch vintage mulberry paper with scrolls and one old painting were packed.

A total of [-] million, Ouyang Jing didn't even bat an eye.

Holding a 1000 yuan piece of rice paper, Qin Feng was quite happy, and hurriedly said that he was going to the toilet, and sent a roll of paper to Tang Bohu.

And urged him to draw quickly.

Qin Feng can imagine, by the way, how much his paintings are worth up to now.

"Young Master Qin, do you want me to hold the scroll for you?"

"What do you want. I'll go home."

"Wait a minute. Young Master Qin. If you go back now, you will miss a good show."

"Is there still a show?"

"Of course. You don't know. This time, the old man came to Antique Street because of you. He made a bet with Mr. Zhuge."

Hearing what Ouyang Zhenhua said, Qin Feng also became interested.

Unexpectedly, their bet was so heavy.

Qin Feng is in urgent need of the development rights for the western suburbs of Hero City.

Ouyang Jing and Zhuge Yun were such enemies, how could he not go to see them, but considering that Ouyang Zhenhua had already taken enough paintings, he still followed with his bag.

In the alley at the end of Antique Street.

A small studio, the walls are full of various imitations.

Why do you say that.

On the side of each work, the owner of the painting deliberately added a label - imitated from so-and-so's so-and-so painting.

Otherwise, this vivid painter must be amazing.

One of them is "Waterfall Viewing on Lushan Mountain" by Tang Bohu in Ming Dynasty.

This is Tang Bohu's highest auctioned work in the world. He didn't expect to see imitations here, and Qin Feng was stunned.

"Young Master Qin. Young Master Qin."

Ouyang Zhenhua gently called Qin Feng.

People who come here for the first time have been fascinated by the paintings here.

No one was surprised.

When Qin Feng came back to his senses, he saw two old men, both of them looked at another old man with white beard and long hair who was painting, and he stamped his seal on the painting without haste.

It seems that Ouyang Zhenhua was called Qin Feng after the painting was finished.

What the old man painted was a fan, the rain was hitting the bamboo, and it was tilted left and right in the wind. If you couldn't fix your eyes, you couldn't tell whether it was the wind blowing the beads or the rain hitting the bamboo.

It seems true and false, and it seems to exist and not to exist.

Very romantic mood, infinite beauty.

"Mr. Hua, we are here again."

"Your fan of "Bamboo in the Rain" probably surpasses Yang Bohu's original painting."

Seeing the old man, Ouyang Jing and Zhuge Yun respectfully said.

Wearing a simple Tang suit, the old man rolled up his sleeves, picked up the work he imitated, then pointed to another fan on the table, and said with a sigh:
"No and no."

The ink on the fan he painted was still wet, and Qin Feng could see a little bit of it.

Yes and no.

But compared to the current famous painters in China, this painting is already the pinnacle of art, and can become a master-level people's artist.

"Why, you want to ask me to check the price again?"

"Mr. Hua guessed right."

"Mr. Hua. This time, I brought a late student."

Ouyang Jing pointed to Qin Feng and said, "Young Qin Feng, come and meet Mr. Hua quickly. He is the highest benchmark of landscape painting in Huaxia Kingdom."

"You are Hua An, Mr. Hua?"

"That's right. I have studied Tang Bohu's paintings all my life, and I call myself Hua'an Jushi."

"Long time, long time."

Who Qin Feng thought the two old men respected was the top master of landscape painting in China, and even in the whole world.

Hua An seems to be only interested in paintings.

After shaking hands with Qin Feng politely, he greedily opened the paintings brought by Ouyang Jing and Zhuge Yun.

Such a master, seeing the paintings on the market, is probably like a master of traditional literature, and reading youth novels today is not worth mentioning.

However, Hua An still watched seriously.

After reading all of Ouyang Jing's paintings, Zhuge Yun smiled proudly: "Old man, how about it, you lost. The development right of the western suburbs belongs to Zhuge's family."

(End of this chapter)