"Come on, let's meet my little brother Wang Guan. Don't look at him as young as he is, he has extraordinary eyesight."

After a long time of greeting, Pi Qiushi introduced each other with a smile: "As for the two of them, it is very easy to identify. People are as good as their surnames. The surname Zhuang is Niu, and the name of Niu Zhuang is Niu Zhuang; the surname of thin surname Ma is Ma, and the name of Bandit is

It’s appropriate to be thin.”

"You are so embarrassed to say that we don't look at our belly. It's getting bigger and bigger, and it's becoming more and more like a ball."

Obviously, the relationship between the three of them is good, otherwise they wouldn't have joked like this.

"Mr. Niu, Mr. Ma!" Wang Guan smiled and screamed in restraint.

"Don't be so irritated. If you don't mind, call me brother."

Sure enough, Niu Zhuang is big and has a generous personality like Pi Qiushi. He waved his hand and said, "This is Brother Ma. Brother Pi said it wrong just now. His bandit name is not Ma Shao, but Skinny Horse."

You know, horse thin and horse thin are two different things. It is normal for horse thin, but horse thin had different meanings in ancient times.

"You're looking for a fight, are you?"

So, Ma Shou was very angry and glared: "Besides this, I'll turn against you. Also, I'm obviously older than you, why is the second brother?"

"I'm stronger than you." Niu Zhuang said with his fists tightly.

In an instant, the horse became weak and wilted.

Seeing this, Wang Guan laughed again and said, "Brother Niu, Brother Ma, I'm the first time I arrived and I'm not very familiar with the customs and culture here. I'll ask you guys to take care of you in the future."

"It's easy to say, just look for him if you have something to do..." Niu Zhuang pointed to Ma Shao, and a sly smile appeared on his face. It seemed that he was not as honest and honest as he appeared on the surface.

The sudden reversal also made Wang Guan a little stunned. But thinking about it, those who do business these days may not be able to last long without any smooth and exquisite thoughts.

"Brother, don't get me wrong." Pi Qiushi smiled at the right time: "They are accomplices...uh. It seems that they were wrong. They should be a partnership. They open a store together, and it's the same for anyone to find."

Only then did Wang Guan realize that he had a further understanding of Niu Zhuang, at least he knew that he liked to joke.

"By the way, this one is..."

At the same time, Pi Qiushi looked at another young man on the teahouse, with a bit of inquiry.

Wang Guan also looked over curiously and saw that the young man dressed very tastefully.

Wang Guan is not a person in the fashion industry, so he can only describe it this way. Anyway, his clothes are very clean and tidy, his hair is meticulously combed, and a corner of the scarf is exposed in his pocket. The exquisite gold-edged glasses flash from time to time

The crystal light seemed to echo the shiny leather shoes under his feet.

In short, Wang Guan vaguely felt that this person had a sense of arrogance. It seemed that the elites in society had a very high attitude towards themselves and did not take ordinary people seriously.

The truth is the same. As soon as this man spoke, he burst out fluent English. Wang Guan knew that his judgment was correct.

After saying a few words, the man seemed to realize his mistake, smiled faintly, and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, I forgot that you are from china, and I have habitually spoken English."

The strong Hong Kong and Taiwan accent made Wang Guan laugh. You should know that in China, people who speak in this accent are pure imitations, except for those who really come from Hong Kong and Taiwan. The result of imitation is to make people amused.

"This is Mr. Li Hao and Mr. Li." At the right time, Niu Zhuang said politely, "I happened to meet him downstairs. He wanted us to help you see something."

It turned out that it was not a friend, and Pi Qiushi felt relieved. In fact, it was not only Wang Guan, but himself. Seeing the man's pretentious appearance, he felt a little disgusted. However, he thought Li Hao was brought by the bull and horse.

My friend, that's not showing it.

Of course, I will not show it now, but I am even more polite. If you want to ask Niu Zhuangmashu to help you see things, that is the guest, so you naturally have to receive warmly.

Thinking of this, Pi Qiushi was also curious and asked, "Mr. Li, what do you want to see?"

"I originally wanted to invite you to see oil paintings, but considering that you should not have the ability, I simply asked you to see ancient Chinese paintings." Li Hao shook his head and said, "To be honest, I don't think there is anything good about ancient Chinese paintings."

Yes, but the old man likes this. There is no way, just let it go."

Li Hao spoke of China and kept silent, obviously because he had no sense of identity with China. Considering that he might be a Singaporean, Wang Guan didn't mind, but his tone was full of contempt for ancient paintings, which made Wang Guan unhappy.

It's right.

Not only Wang Guan was unhappy, but the three Pi Qiushi next to him were also frowning.

"Relatively speaking, Western oil painting has the highest value. Appreciating oil paintings is simply a pleasure."

As if they didn't see the expressions of everyone, Li Hao had a show-off expression on his face and said: "The multiple overlaps of transparent pigments, the thick and thin brushwork create a three-dimensional effect of texture, which is the real thing.

Classic. As for ancient Chinese paintings, from beginning to end, the whole painting is flat and there is no transition at all. I don’t know what’s going on.”

"Mr. Li's words are a bit biased." Wang Guan couldn't help but retort: ​​"The artistic conception of ancient Chinese paintings is profound..."

"Don't mention any artistic conception." Li Hao said contemptly: "In my opinion, the so-called artistic conception is what you Chinese make up by giving on your face and wanting to comfort yourself."

"According to Mr. Li, oil paintings have no artistic conception?" Wang Guan asked in reverse: "So what's going on with the so-called abstractionism?"

"I mean, only oil paintings can express strong feelings, reflect the creator's intentions and ideas, and can be called artistic conception." Li Hao waved his hand and said, "As for Chinese painting, it is what you play with yourself and yourself."

Things cannot be released from the country at all. This is not what I said, but you told me yourself. In the collection of world famous paintings published in China, I found that it was all classic Western oil paintings, but there was no ancient Chinese painting.

picture."

"It seems that you are still very self-aware. I personally appreciate this."

Li Hao smiled with his hands in his arms, clapped his hands gently, and looked elegant and gentlemanly.

In response, Wang Guan wanted to refute this, but was speechless. He had to admit that although this guy was a little arrogant and prejudiced, his words hit the nail on the head. Some people in China don’t know if they are accustomed to foreign countries and fawn on foreign countries.

Yes, maybe the braid on the back of my head is not broken, but it is extremely lack of confidence and feels like I am born to lose first place.

He often praises ancient famous paintings and works, which are so culturally valuable, research-based, and major achievements, but he dare not be on par with famous Western masters.

If you print a collection of famous paintings in the world, you must first eliminate your own ancient paintings. You would rather use paintings from Japan, South Korea, and India to make up the numbers than publish an ancient Chinese painting, and you don’t know what they are afraid of.

Such lack of confidence, even I don’t think that masterpieces such as “The Goddess of Luo River”, “The Lady of Tang Palace”, “The Night Banquet of Han Xizai”, “The River During the Qingming Festival”, “The Picture of Fuchun Mountain Residence” and so on are world-class.

Famous paintings, how can others agree with them?

Wang Guan feels that no matter what cultural tradition it is, he should first agree with it before he can infect others, not that others think it is good or not. Otherwise, he would not be able to figure out this cultural value orientation, and it is

Other people's or yours?

Unfortunately, over the years, Wang Guan has only seen everyone passively accepting what others have instilled in, but not much has been successfully instilled in others.

So at this time, although he hated Li Hao's remarks, Wang Guan didn't know how to argue. Of course, he could be furious and cursed about forgetting his ancestors, and then swaying his sleeves. However, this is equivalent to the scope of unreasonable trouble.

Instead, it is even more funny.

"Forget it, it's meaningless to talk to you about this. I know that you Chinese are very proud of your face and are very inferior. You must be very unhappy if you say too much. Maybe you can curse yourself in your heart."

At the same time, Li Hao shook his head and said indifferently: "Let's talk about the serious business. Mr. Niu, my girlfriend's father prefers ancient Chinese paintings. The old man is a bit conservative and inappropriate, and I can understand. But these things are good.

I don’t know where. So I ask you to help you buy a painting, at least it is a Chinese ancient painting that seems good to you."

"It's better to be more festive. It's better if you have a little fame, for example, Tang Bohu..."

Li Hao kept adding more explanations and put forward many requirements.

"Mr. Li."

At the right time, Niu Zhuang frowned and said, "Tang Bohu is good at landscapes, figures, flowers and birds paintings, but the styles of each category are very different. His landscape paintings are majestic and steep, with fine brushwork, sparse layout, and elegant and handsome style. He has many figure paintings

As a lady and historical story, she learns from the traditions of the Tang Dynasty, with fine lines and bright and elegant colors…”

"It's just that gorgeous and elegant." Li Hao immediately interrupted, "Isn't it just a joyful thing?"

"Mr. Li, are you sure you want to buy such a painting for your girlfriend's father?" Ma Shou's expression was a little strange.

"Forget it, forget it."

Li Hao overturned his decision again and pondered: "You are free now and accompany me to Fanglinyuan. I made an appointment with the manager of Jianguzhai to meet in the store. He will recommend some paintings to me.

Then you can help me pick the best one.”

While speaking, Li Hao did not give everyone a chance to refuse, and stood up and walked out, as if he was sure that Niu Zhuang and Ma Shou did not dare not not follow him.

Sure enough, Niu Zhuang smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Pi, it seems that I am afraid I will be sorry for you. Mr. Li, we two really can't afford to offend us!"

"I understand." Pi Qiushi smiled and said, "It's okay, it's a coincidence. We also want to go to Jianguzhai."

"Brother Pi, it's great. After doing this, we two will immediately make a drink to apologize." Ma Shou was very grateful.

"That's right, I'll be drunk and never return." Niu Zhuang nodded repeatedly. Because he didn't know what Wang Guan was doing, the two of them naturally thought that Pi Qiu said this on purpose, so they were very grateful.

"You misunderstood. We really have something to do, and it's about Jianguzhai..." Pi Qiushi quickly explained. (Welcome, your support is my greatest motivation.)
Chapter completed!