Galactic Garbage Station

For the uninitiated, nothing is more intuitive than the price to reflect the value of a painting, and 10 million is enough to explain everything. Many people looked at this painting, not with an attitude of appreciation, but as if they were looking at a large pile of banknotes, short of breath and eager to move.

Wang Yan opened her mouth wide and forgot to close it for a long time. The heart was shocked, not only because of the preciousness of this painting, but also because this painting was sent by Su Jing. It is hard to believe that Su Jing could actually give such a precious gift. Where did he get it? Even their entire Tang family would be hard-pressed to have such a large hand.

Mr. Su, this painting is too precious, I can't take it. Murong Qin said cautiously.

I think Mr. Murong matches this painting very well, and it has the same high artistic conception. This painting is perfect for you to keep. Su Jing said, although he was surprised that this painting was so expensive, he did not intend to change the gift idea. This painting is one of the few that was picked up in the time and space garbage of the Manghuang Ji. Compared with the visual image of the beautiful woman, this painting is not known by many grades. This painting is not qualified to be called visualization. method. However, it is estimated that it is also from the hands of monks, and the artistic conception is still very deep, which is not comparable to ordinary painters.

Listening to Su Jing's words, the people around him all sighed, at least tens of millions of gifts without knowing the upper limit are given away like this.

Mr. Su has praised it badly. I don't deserve the artistic conception of this painting. I really can't accept it. You should take it back. When these three little mice have offspring, remember to give me a few. Murong Qin declined with a smile, her attitude was firm, and she would not accept anything, which made Su Jing feel very helpless. How could it be so difficult to give a gift these days.

Mr. Su, I have a question. The two lines in the lower right corner were added later, right? The tall and thin old man Xie Lao suddenly pointed to the two lines in the lower right corner of the landscape painting and asked. To sing praises, pour the North Sea into a bottle.

What, did it affect this painting? Su Jing asked without answering.

Generally speaking, later inscriptions will affect the value of the painting to some extent, unless the inscriber's identity or calligraphy is extraordinary. These characters are really well written, and they are in line with the artistic conception, not only does not detract from the painting, but also has some Bonus points. I'm just a little confused, you have it before you buy it, or someone added it later... When Xie Lao said this, he suddenly stopped, looked at Su Jing for a while, and said something without reason, The little friend's surname is Su? Miao took the liberty to ask, but your name is Su Jing.

That's right. Su Jing was surprised that this old Xie knew his name.

It turns out that it's really you, no wonder, you wrote these two sentences, right? Teacher He Ruixiang has mentioned you many times, and I have also seen the couplets you wrote. He has improved again, and he can be called a master of calligraphy. Teacher He Ruixiang will definitely be happy when he sees it. Xie Lao laughed.

Thank you for the award. Su Jing suddenly realized that he had heard about him from Teacher He.

Murongqin, Liu Hong and others, based on the conversation between Mr. Xie and Su Jing, understood what was going on, and they were unavoidably surprised. They didn't expect Su Jing to have such calligraphy skills at such a young age. I couldn't see that the two lines were actually added at the back. I thought that the original author's title was completely on the same level as landscape painting.

Did you bring other calligraphy creations for me to take a look at, or show them live? Xie Lao asked. Murong Qin and Liu Hong were also looking forward to it.

I just brought it. Su Jing said. He practiced the words on the waste paper from the eternal world every day. The text and calligraphy are more profound. The inscriptions on the landscape paintings are naturally intentional and do not contain sword intent. However, this reduced the artistic conception, and compared to the words containing sword intent, it was of no value at all.

Su Jing thought, the words on the handwriting from Manghuang Ji Shikong, naturally, can't be read by others, it may scare people to death. Even if it is the words written by himself that contain sword intent, not everyone can read it. For example, the bald middle-aged man at the door of the house last time, after reading it, he was so scared that he had diarrhea, but if it is a person with stronger spirit and higher understanding, maybe Can bear it, and once bearable, there are many benefits to seeing so much. In that case, the words containing sword intent written by oneself will become infinitely useful.

Take it out and I'll take a look. Xie Lao said.

Su Jing took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket, but when he held it in his hand, he hesitated again. Mr. Xie was well versed in the artistic conception of calligraphy. Wouldn't that make him humiliated in front of everyone, even if it was shown to him in private, and he lost his temper, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

Why, are you reluctant to show it to me? Xie Lao laughed.

It's okay not to show it to Lao Xie, at least show it to me who is Shou Xing Gong. Murong Qin smiled.

It's my honor that you can appreciate the handwritten words, but the words I've written recently are too harsh, and my mind may be affected or even unbearable. Su Jing said in a more euphemistic way.

Haha, my mind is affected? Are you kidding me about my old man? Xie Lao laughed. He has appreciated how many calligraphy and painting, and his knowledge is as good as anyone else's. of. This is reality, not a fantasy world.

I didn't lie to you. Su Jing didn't hand out the paper in his hand.

Pa! At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out and snatched the paper from Su Jing's hand, it was Zhu Yizhi who squeezed over. In fact, if Su Jing wanted to hide, of course he could. There was probably no one on earth who could snatch something from him. However, seeing this Zhu Yizhi, he deliberately did not hide.

Zhu Yizhi shook the paper in his hand and said, Pretend to be a ghost, be squeamish, you are still not a man. Isn't it just a few words, so you can't let people see it? He was still waiting to present a gift to Mr. Murong, see you Su Jing dragged on for so long by herself, as if she was the protagonist, she was really impatient. In particular, Su Jing kept showing off in front of Murong Xian'er, which made him even more unbearable when he was looking for an opportunity to show his hospitality to Murong Xian'er.

While speaking, he unfolded the paper in his hand and looked at the words on it. Su Jing watched with interest and didn't stop it. He wanted to see if anyone could stand it. Since this guy took the initiative to be a guinea pig, let him be a good one. Su Jing quite hoped that he would succeed. , get off to a good start.