The road to the richest man starting from company cleaning

Chapter 268 What a Painter

At this time, someone said into the microphone, all guests are invited to improvise, and then communicate with each other after the creation.

Moreover, there are many famous calligraphers from all over the country present today, and they will give on-site guidance.

Also, anyone who wants to ask for calligraphy can go to the host to inquire about the running fees of various "masters".

Zheng Yun knew that Runge refers to the cost of buying calligraphy and painting works, which is usually calculated in terms of how much per square foot.

Now some calligraphy works of some masters cost tens of thousands, 10,000+ per square foot. In fact, those people sell their calligraphy by relying on some other fame.

For example, many well-known actors have practiced calligraphy for only a few months, and a piece of calligraphy has sold for millions.

And many people who have practiced hard for decades can only sell a few hundred yuan for a piece of calligraphy.

However, those who rely on other fame to sell calligraphy, when they die, those works will be directly thrown into the trash can, causing those collectors who don't know calligraphy to lose their money.

Zheng Yun looked around, but saw that there were all kinds of people participating in the pen meeting today, including elderly people in their 90s and [-]s, and children in their [-]s and [-]s.

If Chinese learning is declining day by day, only when you come here can you see the prosperity of some Chinese learning.

Tables were placed one after another on the scene, and the hostesses helped lay the paper and pour ink, and everyone started to create.

Mother Gao wanted to drag Zheng Yun to write. Zheng Yun said that when he was moving the goods, he hurt his hand, and now he couldn't write, so he took the opportunity to escape and wandered around.

He walked around in a big circle, and the more he looked at it, the more angry he became. He was taught by his father since he was a child, and he still understands some principles.

He saw that almost all of those people were writing running script and cursive script, aggressive, posturing, full of dry air, the more disgusting he looked.

As far as those children are concerned, at this time they should be practicing regular script to lay the foundation, but they are also writing wild cursive. Regardless of whether the things they write are good or bad, they are completely counterproductive, and they have completely gone the wrong way.

As he walked, he came to a bearded man in his 50s, and saw him holding a big "bucket", soaked in thick ink, and then writing furiously like fighting with paper. The ink was smeared in a large area, and it was almost impossible to tell what the characters were, as if creating a splash-ink painting.

There are many people watching around him, all of them are engrossed in watching him write.

After a while, when the man finished creating, those people suddenly shouted in unison: "Good!" Then they all applauded.

"Anything is fine!"

Zheng Yun is really inexplicable.

However, such a work was actually bought by a businessman.

Depressed and curious, Zheng Yun consulted the person who bought the calligraphy, and learned that the person who wrote the calligraphy was Tao Xiaoyun, a famous calligrapher from the Huaxia Calligraphy Association, and the four-character work sold for [-] yuan.

"Spend 2 yuan to buy this broken character, isn't that stupid, why not buy toilet paper worth [-] yuan!"

As Zheng Yun thought about it, he felt like Tao Xiaoyun was cheating money.

This Tao Xiaoyun's business is still very good, and several people have bought his calligraphy one after another.

Zheng Yun couldn't stand it anymore, and walked around for a long time, but he didn't see a few who could write neatly.

After a while, the host announced that those "masters" would be invited to teach calligraphy lovers to create on the spot.

Those masters began to walk among the crowd in the attitude of saints one by one, giving teachings from time to time, just like the emperor came to the people.

When those calligraphy lovers met the masters, they respectfully listened to the hadith just like elementary school students meeting a sage.

Zheng Yun only felt that such scenes were very ridiculous.

He finally wandered over to Wang Boyuan's place, and saw that his handwriting was also in Oukai style. Although it was very ordinary, his strokes were well-regulated and legal, which was very respectable.

Mrs. Wang smiled at Zheng Yun: "Zheng Yun, how about your uncle's writing?"

Just as Zheng Yun wanted to speak, a calligrapher suddenly said to Wang Boyuan: "You can't write like this, it's too rigid, you need to change!"

The person who spoke was that Tao Xiaoyun, and in his tone, he was extremely disdainful of Wang Boyuan's proper writing.

When Wang Boyuan saw the other party, he immediately smiled apologetically, and said, "Oh, Teacher Tao, if you give me some pointers, I can't do my calligraphy well!"

Zheng Yun saw that Wang Boyuan knew Tao Xiaoyun. It seemed that Tao Xiaoyun was quite famous.

And Tao Xiaoyun doesn't seem to know Wang Boyuan, otherwise, even if you are a famous calligrapher, and you are not as old as the other party, you will generally not face a person like Lao Wang with that kind of elder attitude.

Tao Xiaoyun raised her chest and raised her head, pursed her lips slightly, and said, "I can tell just by looking at your handwriting, have you been practicing Tian Ying's calligraphy?"

"Yes Yes!"

Tao Xiaoyun was bored immediately, and said: "Can he still practice that handwriting? He writes a thousand words all the same, without any change, rigid and stupid, without any aura!"

One of Tao Xiaoyun's young disciples continued: "As for Tian Ying's calligraphy, most people can write at his level after a few months of practice. The writing is like printed characters, poisoning young people!"

He spoke loudly, as if on purpose for everyone to hear.

Many people didn't know whether they really understood or pretended to understand, and they all nodded in agreement.

Zheng Yun frowned upon hearing this.

Although he doesn't practice calligraphy anymore, after all, he has practiced in the past, and he has feelings for calligraphy. Whether he recalls that period of calligraphy practice experience or misses his father, he usually pays more attention to news about calligraphy.

He knows Tian Ying, that is the representative of contemporary orthodox calligraphy, known as the No. 1 contemporary Oukai calligraphy.

The so-called orthodoxy means that he learned from the ancients step by step, did not innovate at all, and did not rely on eccentricity to attract attention, which fully embodies extremely profound basic skills and knowledge.

Tian Ying's calligraphy is extremely beautiful from the perspective of ordinary people's appreciation. Now under the influence of Tian Ying, almost 10 people have joined in the study of calligraphy.

Of course, there are many of them, who write in a proper manner, but Tao Xiaoyun's students say that they have been poisoned.

Zheng Yun suddenly said to Tao Xiaoyun: "Do you think the thing you wrote has changed a lot? Do you know what Gongkai is?"

The so-called Gongkai is an extremely neat regular script, that is to say, if the skill is profound to a certain extent, no matter how much you write the same character, there is not much difference in stippling and structure of each character.

This shows that the person who writes has a strong control. Moreover, this is what the great calligraphers in ancient times demanded when practicing calligraphy.

Tao Xiaoyun was about to go mad with anger, but due to her status as a "master", she always had to behave a bit more restrained, her eyes were about to drop to the ground, but she didn't speak.

He didn't speak, and his student quit, annoyed: "My teacher is a member of the Calligraphy Association, a famous calligrapher! You are a courier, what do you know about calligraphy?"

Zheng Yun was dressed in a courier uniform, which naturally aroused strong dissatisfaction among those who regarded themselves as elegant.

Zheng Yun smiled, and said, "Oh, you are this boy student! Was your teacher a painter before? I think he has a good handwriting style!"

"you!"

Disciple Tao Xiaoyun was so angry that he couldn't speak. At the same time, Zheng Yun suddenly noticed that the flesh on Tao Xiaoyun's face twitched a few times. Seeing his expression, it seemed that he was talking about his previous work, and immediately smiled and said: " Look at this kid, he might have been a painter before!"

(End of this chapter)