"Mr. Ren is here in person, everyone is welcome!"

At the same time, Qi Qingguo helped Mr. Ren to sit down on the rostrum and immediately announced loudly. Then he took the lead and applauded warmly.

"Pah, pah, pah..."

In an instant, other people also reacted and clapped their hands one after another. For a moment, it could be said that there was thunderous applause, which lasted for a long time. This applause, which lasted for three to five minutes, was very sincere and pure. There was absolutely no forced rule in it, and even more so.

No one guided me, it was all done from the heart.

Sensing everyone's enthusiasm, Mr. Ren's smile became even stronger. He slowly stretched out his hand and pressed slightly to signal everyone to stop. However, the applause was extended for one minute before it slowly stopped.

Everyone fell silent, and the entire conference hall was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

Under the gaze of everyone, Mr. Ren picked up the microphone on the rostrum and said with a smile: "The applause is very loud. You know, I am old and have poor hearing. If the voice is low, it is easy to be inaudible. So, in

Here, I would like to thank everyone for your understanding."

"Ha ha……"

Many people smiled kindly and gave me a round of uneven applause.

At this time, Mr. Ren smiled and said nothing. When everyone's applause stopped again, he said: "Just now, someone asked me to say two sentences. Now, it is the third sentence. So, I can't go on.

Otherwise, someone should drive me out of the stage. Then, whose turn will it be to speak next?"

"Ha ha……"

Amid a burst of laughter, Yu Feibai whispered: "I didn't expect that Mr. Ren would be so funny."

Wang Guanshen agrees, feeling that the older generation of artists are not as rigid as imagined.

"Mr. Ren, who dares to drive you out of office?"

At the same time, Qi Qingguo laughed and said: "Besides, if you don't speak, none of us would dare to speak on stage."

"So, everyone should keep it in mind." At this moment, Mr. Ren restrained his smile and said seriously: "Compared to speech, art is rigorous. One is one, and two is two. There must be no ambiguity."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what was going on and clapped their hands and applauded.

Amidst the warm applause, Mr. Ren spoke loudly into the microphone: "Besides, I have always believed that hearing is believing and seeing is believing. No matter how much you talk, it is better to see it with your own eyes. Ding Yang, take out the things.

Bar."

"yes……"

Under the gaze of everyone, among the seven or eight people who followed Mr. Ren, a handsome young man, only twenty-seven or eighty years old, walked out. Holding a scroll in his hand, he walked quickly to the rostrum.

Speaking of which, this matter seems to have been arranged. When Ding Yang came up, the staff on the rostrum quickly turned on some equipment and slowly hung down a large projection screen on the wall behind.

Then, the young man named Ding Yang carefully unfolded the scroll in his hand and gently placed it on the projector. Suddenly, an interesting picture of lotus, lotus and shrimp appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Wang Guan looked at it carefully. He saw three lotus leaves painted in ink colors on the picture. Among them, two pink lotus flowers were painted with ocher red color on top of the lotus leaves. Next to them, there were a few small shrimps.

Play in the water under the lotus flowers and lotus leaves, and combine movement and stillness to form a complete work.

The whole picture is full of fun. It is very lively and full of beauty. However, what is strange is that the inscription position of this picture and several places that are obviously stamped have been covered up with small strips of paper.

As a result, everyone has no idea whose work this is. However, the more mysterious it is, the more it arouses everyone's curiosity and wants to find out the root cause.

After all, many people believe that with Mr. Ren's status, he will definitely not fool everyone with ordinary things.

At this time, someone below quietly guessed: "Could it be Zhang Daqian's original work?"

"Hey, there is a possibility..."

Thinking of this, many people's eyes showed a burning look. Some people even started to stand up and wanted to go to the podium to observe the pictures up close.

Seeing this situation, Qi Qingguo quickly shouted: "Everyone, sit down and pay attention to order!"

Then, Qi Qingguo asked softly: "Mr. Ren, do you think you can ask a few people to come up and take a look?"

"Can."

Mr. Ren nodded, his eyes moved around the conference hall, and after looking at it for a moment, he smiled and said: "I see, there are a lot of young people coming to the calligraphy and painting exhibition today. This is good, because we don't have to worry about having no successors. So, we have to

If appropriate, give young people more opportunities."

Qi Qingguo understood and immediately picked up the microphone and repeated Mr. Ren's opinions.

"well……"

Many people sighed with disappointment. However, no one dared to refute Mr. Ren’s opinion. Therefore, we could only carry forward the fine tradition of respecting the old and loving the young and gave the opportunity to the young people present.

It was a rare opportunity to get up close and personal with Mr. Ren. The young people below him would not be humble and give in, or have stage fright and dare not step forward. Instead, after hearing Qi Qingguo's announcement, they all stood up and rushed forward.

Among the dozens of people present, there were more than a dozen who could be called young people. Among them were Wang Guan and Yu Feibai, who walked up to the podium with a smile under the envious eyes of Lei Yunzhang and others.

When he walked next to Qi Qingguo, Yu Feibai paused, winked at him and smiled.

"you……"

Qi Qingguo was startled and did not expect that Yu Feibai really came to visit the calligraphy and painting exhibition. However, he also knew that this was not a place for greetings, so he only responded to Yu Feibai with a smile and a gentle nod.

At this time, more than a dozen young people swarmed up like swarms, as if they were trying to surround the rostrum.

However, a group of people also knew the etiquette, and they just gathered around the picture and looked at it quietly. No one touched the picture, and no one dared to pull off the small paper covering the picture.

Seeing their restraint, Mr. Ren encouraged them: "Don't be afraid. If you want to take a look, just pick it up and have a look. If you see something, speak out boldly and be brave enough to express your opinions."

Suddenly, a dozen young people looked at me and I looked at you, hesitant.

"In that case, you're welcome, junior."

At this moment, Yu Feibai stepped forward with a smile on his face, turned the picture around, facing him, and then observed it carefully and studied it with concentration.

Next to him, Wang Guan sighed in his heart. If he was to be bold and thick-skinned, he could not compare to Yu Feibai. I am afraid that he is the only one who can act as he pleases without any worries in front of everyone.

Moreover, when Mr. Ren on the side saw this, not only did he not blame him, but he smiled and nodded approvingly.

When the young people surrounding the rostrum saw this scene, they felt indescribable envy, jealousy, and hatred in their hearts. If they had known better, they would not have cared about getting ahead. In comparison, it is more important to get Mr. Ren's approval.

Unfortunately, it's too late to regret now.

After taking advantage of the drawing, Yu Feibai had no intention of putting it down. He first carefully looked at the paper of the drawing, then took out the magnifying glass he carried with him and observed the pen and ink structure of the lotus, water plant and shrimp bit by bit.

After watching for a few minutes, Yu Feibai looked up thoughtfully.

Just when everyone thought that Yu Feibai had finished reading and was about to give the opportunity to the next person, they saw him waving excitedly: "Wang Guan, come and take a look. This painting seems to be Old Man Baishi's Shrimp

Interesting picture.”

“Qi Baishi’s funny pictures of shrimps!”

In an instant, the young people onlookers could no longer express their dissatisfaction with Yu Feibai for occupying the picture, but instead became surprised.

Even a group of middle-aged people below couldn't sit still anymore and stood up one after another to watch. Even though due to the distance, they couldn't see the real thing even if they stood on tiptoes and stretched their necks, they did so.

You must know that in the history of modern painting, only Xu Beihong's horses can be as famous as Qi Baishi's shrimps, known as the two masterpieces of ink and wash.

Mr. Ren is a disciple of Zhang Daqian, so if he showed Zhang Daqian’s paintings, no one would be surprised. However, if he showed Qi Baishi’s paintings, then everyone would be a little surprised.

After all, although both Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian are recognized by the world as masters of traditional Chinese painting. However, as Zhang Daqian's disciple, Mr. Ren took out Qi Baishi's paintings for everyone to watch.

No matter how you explain such a move, it seems a bit unreasonable.

Of course, it is also possible that Mr. Ren has a broad mind and has reached the point where he does not care about personal gains and losses. However, everyone should not forget that Mr. Ren is not the only disciple of Zhang Daqian.

At that time, brothers Zhang Shanzi and Zhang Daqian founded Dafeng Hall in Shanghai, but they recruited many disciples. After nearly a hundred years of inheritance and development, their disciples, disciples, and disciples have spread all over the country.

It is related to the honor of the sect. Even if Mr. Ren himself doesn't mind, I'm afraid those Daqian disciples will find out about it and they might complain. They may even think that Mr. Ren has lost the character and arrogance of the Daqian disciples, so they will denounce and condemn him.

There is no doubt that the problem of literati being indifferent to each other has never stopped since ancient times.

However, when he heard the bursts of speculation below, Mr. Ren remained unmoved, with the same smile on his face, just like a virtuous monk who had practiced Zen for many years, sitting on the stage, motionless.

At the same time, after hearing Yu Feibai's call, Wang Guan did not hesitate and walked over lightly, lowering his head to watch.

The focus of the viewing was definitely the few small shrimps. Only a few small shrimps were seen, with their bodies drawn in light ink, swimming under three lotus leaves. Among them, one or two small shrimps had their heads and tails exposed, hidden among the strands of water plants.

Among the water patterns, it appears more lively, lifelike and full of interest and charm.

To be honest, Wang Guan felt that these shrimp paintings were very good. However, he had not seen Qi Baishi's shrimp pictures with his own eyes and had no reference, so he could not judge the authenticity.

After looking at it for a moment, Wang Guan whispered: "Feibai, what do you think?"

"I once saw the original shrimp painting of Old Man Shiraishi."

Yu Feibai pondered for a moment and analyzed: "It's the same as this painting, using thick ink vertical dots for the eyes and horizontal strokes for the brain, and then using thin brushes to describe the shrimp's whiskers, claws, and large claws. It is covered with light ink.

The wet color makes the shrimp body more crystal clear. This kind of brushwork can be said to be a combination of hardness and softness, concise and expressive."

At this time, not only Wang Guan was listening with rapt attention, but the young people watching also felt that it made sense and couldn't help but nod in agreement.
Chapter completed!