The richest man Yang Fei

"You decide, I'll do whatever I want."

"Okay, let's just say that. I won't bother you anymore. I'll contact you later."

After sending Luo Yuxi away, Yang Fei still invited Fu Heng over to talk.

Fu Hengdao: "Boss, I just mentioned the Sotheby's auction. In addition to the Qianlong waist knife, there is another treasure, which is very worth buying."

Yang Fei said, "What baby?"

Fu Hengdao: "Tang Bohu's tiger picture is also an antique of national treasure level. It was auctioned in France ten years ago, and the transaction price was as high as more than 600 million. Now it is auctioned by collectors. It is a rare opportunity!"

Yang Fei said: "Coincidentally, just now Luo Yuxi said that this painting was lost by his family's ancestors, and she wanted to take it, so she told me to be merciful!"

Fu Heng said: "Ah, boss, why did you agree to her?"

"What's the matter? It's something from their ancestors, and now they want to buy it back, I can't cut their way?" Yang Fei laughed, "Besides, I already took advantage of her a lot in the previous batch of treasure boxes. If we strive to win everything, I'm afraid it will damage our blessings."

Fu Hengdao: "Boss, your blessings are equal to the sky, and your blessings are unparalleled. How can you lose your blessings so easily?"

Yang Fei said: "What's so particular about Tang Bohu's picture of a tiger?"

Fu Hengdao: "This picture is called the Five Ying Picture of Wild Stream."

Yang Fei said: "Wild Creek Map?"

Fu Hengdao: "Tang Bohu painted many tigers in his life, but there are only a few pictures of tigers that have been handed down. Tang Bohu's painting of figures is called the best. For hundreds of years, few people dare to compare with him. He painted The tiger is even more unique, because it is rare, so it is even more precious. And, most importantly, this painting has a story..."

Chapter 1867 The Legend of the Talented Scholar and the Beautiful Lady

Yang Fei laughed and said, "In this picture of Tang Bohu's tiger, isn't there a story about a treasure map?"

Fu Heng laughed and said: "The boss is joking, how can there be so many treasure maps in this world? It's not pleasant to say that, if you have the time to find those treasure maps that don't know their authenticity, it's better to go to an ancient treasure map." The tomb comes quickly."

Yang Fei thought: "Old Fu, you must be proficient in the method of searching for dragons and acupuncture points?"

Fu Heng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, but this kind of ability is generally not used."

Seeing that he didn't finish his sentence, Yang Fei knew that there was still a chance for this matter.

However, it is impossible for Yang Fei to dig other people's graves for no reason.

If it is to collect antiques, with his current net worth, it is the same to buy them at auctions. Digging people's graves is, after all, a shameful act that is despised by others.

Fu Hengdao: "About Tang Bohu's picture of a tiger, there is a story in the middle."

Yang Fei said: "I would like to hear the details."

Fu Hengdao: "Tang Bohu was famous all over the world at that time, and it was hard to find a painting. There was a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River, and they wanted to ask him to paint a painting of a tiger descending from the mountain, and hang it in the middle hall to improve Fengshui."

Yang Fei said: "Is there still such a saying?"

Fu Hengdao: "Generally people don't hang tigers. If they want to hang them, they must be particular about them. Rich people offer hundreds of gold for paintings, but Tang Bohu just refuses to agree."

Yang Fei laughed and said: "Tang Bohu's family is well-off, and he is not short of money. Whatever he wants to paint, he does it out of his temper, and he will not bend his waist for a hundred dollars."

Fu Hengdao: "That's the reason. Tang Bohu is not only a man, but also an artist, and he is the head of the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River. He also has the ability to be proud. There is a daughter in the rich man's family who is very good-looking. She heard that My father wanted to ask for Tang Bohu's paintings, so he dressed up as a man and went to meet Tang Bohu."

Yang Fei was fascinated by this, and asked, "What happened next?"

Fu Hengdao: "Miss finds Tang Bohu, says she wants to compete with him, and makes a vow. If Tang Bohu wins, he must agree to draw a picture, and the title of the painting is left to the winner. If Miss loses, she will kill her sister Married to Tang Bohu. How could the young lady have any younger sisters? She was actually talking about herself. At that time, Tang Bohu had already been married, so she could only be a concubine after marrying. Daughters of rich families are generally not concubines, so this young lady dared to bet so Big, but also quite courageous."

Yang Fei said: "What are they betting on?"

Fu Hengdao: "Tang Bohu is a talented man in the south of the Yangtze River. He is famous for his poetry, calligraphy and painting. Who can compete with him in the world? There are quite a few people who come to him to compare his poems and paintings. He hasn't tried it yet. There was a failure. So he let the young lady come up with the question. The young lady is also a talented woman, and she has been familiar with poetry since she was a child, so she proposed a pair of poems."

Yang Fei laughed and said: "Tang Bohu's peach blossom poem is the best in the Ming Dynasty. I'm afraid it will be difficult for this young lady to win him."

Fu Hengdao: "Miss came up with a topic. She said that she has heard for a long time that Tang Bohu can write peach blossom poems. Today we don't write flowers, but only trees in the mountains."

Yang Fei said: "Tang Bohu also paints landscapes, and every painting must be inscribed with poems. He must be good at landscape poems."

Fu Hengdao: "So, no matter what questions the young lady asks, it will not be difficult for the talented Tang. Tang Bohu immediately said: "The water is beautiful, the mountains are bright, and the pine and bamboo shadows are in front of the window. There is nothing wrong with burning incense and sitting opposite each other. Poems and books form a peaceful relationship."

"Good poem!" Yang Fei exclaimed, "As expected of Tang Bohu! What poem did Miss write?"

Fu Hengdao: "Miss's poems are: The wind and shadow are as clear as water, and the frosty branches are as cold as jade. The small hills are exclusive, and no birds are allowed to stay. Although the burden is heavy, the straight heart will never be bent. Even if it is not a beam, it is better than ordinary wood. "

Yang Fei was stunned, savored it carefully, and said, "This poem is good! The idea is lofty, and the words are exquisite. What's even better is that there are paintings in the poem, and the character is self-exalting!"

Fu Hengdao: "Tang Bohu was unwilling to follow suit, and wrote another poem: The mountains are secluded and the vegetation is deep, the birds are singing and the flowers are falling, and the books are heavy. Pedestrians get lost because of the sound of books."

Yang Fei said: "This poem is also good, the artistic conception is profound, not bad!"

Fu Hengdao: "Miss said to each other: in the morning, it is a cloud-flying flower, and in the evening, it is a woodcutter on the ground. Those who send words to stand up, don't learn from weak seedlings. There is a tree named Osmanthus osmanthus, which is fragrant in four seasons. The flowers are bright at night and snowy, and the leaves are green in spring and cloud. .”

Yang Fei said: "How elegant is this five rhythms! This young lady is really a talented woman! It's a pity that I was born at the wrong time, otherwise I must see her beauty. Is Tang Bohu still right about poetry?"

Fu Heng said with a smile: "Of course we have to be right! Tang Bohu is right: Sit on the table and play the qin, and write about my life's heart. This is always the case in my life, and the pine and bamboo are homophonic."

Yang Fei said: "This Tang Bohu has a heart for Miss. I suspect that he has seen through Miss's daughter, so he used this poem to tease her."

Fu Heng smiled and said: "Boss reads poems, and he is really superior to others. I didn't read your mood."

Yang Fei made a haha: "I don't know what poems Miss has?"

Fu Hengdao: "Miss wrote a long poem: There is a tree named weak willow, with roots near the clear pond. The wind and smoke lend color, and the rain and dew help the flower grow. E'e white snowflakes, curling green silk branches. Gradually dense shade, shelter yourself, turn high The tops hang down in all directions. Cut off the branches and support them into sticks, which are weak and unsustainable. It is not suitable to fold the strips into a fan garden, which is soft and brittle. It is a tree that can be played with, depending on the material. It is a pity that the golden embankment is planted in vain."

Yang Fei said: "This poem is well written! It's really good!"

Fu Hengdao: "Tang Bohu also sighed that he was inferior, and he was willing to bow down. Please ask the lady to write a painting title. The lady took the tiger as the title. Tang Bohu painted on the spot, and the painting was completed immediately."

Yang Fei sighed in admiration: "It's really a good story."

Fu Hengdao: "Miss got the picture of a tiger painted by Tang Bohu, and went home. But Tang Bohu, a talented man, couldn't sleep. On the third day, he found out about the lady's house. He came to propose marriage and wanted to marry the younger sister of Miss's family. After inquiring in the local area, I found out that there is only one daughter in this family, and the young master Pian Pianjia who competed with him in poetry the day before yesterday is the girl of Ruoliu Qianjin."

Yang Fei asked: "Is that young lady married to Tang Bohu?"

Fu Hengdao: "Miss naturally fell in love with Tang Bohu's talent, so she married him. It made a good talk."

Yang Fei was amazed.

Fu Hengdao: "After that young lady married Tang Bohu, she was deeply doted on. The two of them got along day and night, playing the piano and the piano together. It's a pity that the fate was shallow. Three years later, she died of dystocia."

Yang Fei smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Fu, why are you telling me the second half? You don't know the stories in fairy tales, they only talk about princes and princesses, and they live a happy life from now on, and it will end Is it? I never talk about the tragic things that follow."

Fu Heng laughed so hard that he burst into tears.

Yang Fei said: "Mr. Fu, you have a really good memory. You remember Tang Bohu's story and several poems clearly."