Chen Rong, whose courtesy name is Gong Chu and whose pseudonym is Sueweng, was born and died unknown. He was a Jinshi in the second year of Duanping, Lizong of the Southern Song Dynasty. He was a hero of poetry and writing, good at painting dragons, and was famous at that time. Even Jia Sidao, the powerful prime minister at that time, had recruited him.

Passing him.

Not many of Chen Rong's original works have been passed down. According to literature records, there were several paintings in the inner palace in the Qing Dynasty, which shows that his paintings were also valued by the rulers at that time. However, after the rebellion in the late Qing Dynasty, his works were also lost.

It is very good. It is mainly collected in the Forbidden City of China, the Yangcheng Museum, and also has his fine works in the United States and Japan.

"How is this painting?"

Just as Wang Guan was thinking a lot, Zhu Expert also came over and said with a smile: "Speaking of this, when I came here, I didn't notice that there was this painting. It should be a newly hanged one and it looked pretty good."

"Well, it's good." Wang Guan nodded and admitted. The flying dragon in the picture leaped and hovered in the sky, with its eyes wide open, its feet and claws snatched, and its clouds lingered all over its body, its body was hidden and revealed, and it had the fog of the clouds.

Magnificent momentum. Such writing skills, regardless of whether the author is a famous artist or not, are enough to show that his painting skills are full of infectiousness.

"Hey, it seems to be an ancient painting."

At the right time, I wish the expert reached out and touched the paper, and was a little surprised: "It's naturally yellowed, not like it's deliberately made old."

"What's the old one?"

At the same time, Gao Zhuang was not willing to fall behind and walked over to look. After looking at it for a moment, he immediately exclaimed: "The Dragon King of the Sea is so well painted. I don't know where it can be sold. I will buy one too and hang it back.

Burn incense day and night in the cabin.”

"This is easy to deal with." Zhu Expert smiled and said: "When you go to the provincial art gallery, there are special painters there. They can draw any subject of painting. The level is quite good. The price is very fair."

"Well, I'll go and check it out if I have time..."

While speaking, the owner of the private restaurant took action to bring the cooked Buddha over the wall. Behind him, there were two or three guys, holding five or six plates of side dishes and wine.

Seeing this situation, I wish the expert a satisfied smile, and then said, "Boss Ding. I can't tell that your taste is getting higher and higher. Where can I get this dragon painting, it looks very good."

"Is it really good?"

At the right time, Boss Ding was also a little happy, but sighed: "It's not my high-end taste. It's because I was forced to helpless. It was just a few days ago, someone was treating me and booked a luxurious VIP banquet.

It’s Maotai, and Wuliangye, all of which are expensive. But after eating and drinking, he actually said he had no money…”

"Hey, I actually met someone who ate the King's meal." Gao Zhuang asked with interest: "What's going on later? What do you do?"

“What else can I do?”

Boss Ding smiled helplessly and said, "I hated my teeth at that time, and I wished that his hands and feet could be interrupted and thrown them out. Unfortunately, I didn't have the courage to endure it and prepared to call the police and leave it to the police for treatment. Unexpectedly, that

When people saw that I was about to call the police, they actually knelt down and begged, expressing their willingness to brush the plate to pay off their debts."

"His abacus is quite loud. He eats a luxurious VIP banquet. Even if he spends a year, he can't afford this debt. And I have to support him in vain during this period. No matter how I count it, I will suffer a loss." Boss Ding spread his hands

He said: "When he saw that I disagreed and insisted on calling the police, he naturally surrendered, but he had no money and had to use this painting to pay off his debts."

"I have seen this painting with someone. It is indeed an ancient thing, and it seems to be OK. Besides, when doing business, you need to be kind and make money. I think I am unlucky and let him go..."

While speaking, Boss Ding asked quickly: "I wish you, is this painting really good?"

"You ask me?" Zhu Expert smiled and shook his head and said, "This is the wrong person. What I studied is ceramics, not calligraphy and painting. I am not the same major, so I dare not say it randomly, so as not to make a joke if I say something wrong.

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"How could that happen?" Boss Ding certainly didn't believe it: "Isn't there a word called "What's the point of making a difference? I wish you help me and give you a 20% discount today."

"It's only 20% off, I thought you were treating me." The expert prayed to smile.

"Small business, you understand and considerate..." Boss Ding gritted his teeth and took a step back: "That's 30% off, this is the cost price."

Boss Ding’s words are somewhat credible. After all, the catering business is indeed very prosperous, but the competition is very fierce, and no one dares to raise the price. It is a high profit to make a table of banquets.

Of course, some unscrupulous merchants use inferior products as good ones, cut corners, etc., and could make three or five times the profit of 30% of the profit, so I would like to say something else. Anyway, Xiangmanyuan does not have such a thing, all kinds of ingredients, especially

Oil and salt are all of the best quality, so it has set its own signature in the industry.

Modern is a commercial society, and everyone understands the importance of a signboard. Boss Ding will naturally not be stupid enough to smash his signboard. It may be a bit humid, but it will definitely not be outrageous.

Regarding this, Zhu Expert was not petty, but said with a smile: "Boss Ding, you found the wrong person at the beginning. People who really have a research on calligraphy and painting are right in front of you, but you don't know Mount Tai."

"Well?"

Boss Ding was stunned and naturally looked at Wang Guan, and must have been very shocked. Young is not a sin. The problem is that in the impression of the world, the youngest experts and scholars who study ancient calligraphy and painting should be over forty years old.

No matter how you look at it, Wang Guan is less than forty, and even feels less than thirty years old.

I just heard from the experts Zhu that even the mayor should welcome Wang Guan, so Boss Ding subconsciously believed that Wang Guan should be a child of a wealthy family, and no matter how bad it is, he should be the driver and secretary of the provincial capital leader.

Don't underestimate the drivers and secretary of the big leader. As the saying goes, the seventh-rank official, driver, and secretary are equivalent to Changsui next to ancient officials, and they are even more of the big leader's face. If you offend them, you can be considered indirectly offending them.

If a leader does not give face to the big leader, one day, their mouths will tilt, and your future will be ruined, so you must provide it well.

This is not Boss Ding’s guess. After all, this is the provincial capital, and he opens a restaurant. Every day, people from the system come in and out, and all kinds of rumors are flying everywhere. Under the influence of the eyes, Boss Ding also knows what he is doing in the officialdom.

Things are very complicated.

I just know that the water is very deep, so Boss Ding's mouth is very tight. Even if he hears some secrets occasionally, he will never get any whisper. That's it, more people also like to eat here, which is also a virtuous cycle.

Of course, over time, Boss Ding has developed the ability to be versatile. When he heard Expert Zhu say this, even though he was very suspicious in his heart, he did not show any clues on the surface. Instead, he smiled and said, "Oh, I am really blind,

I accidentally paid the wrong dock. I will punish myself for three cups later. Please forgive me for the guests."

"I wish the experts are joking." Wang Guan waved his hand and said, "My level is just a short time to get started."

"Entertainment means entering the house." Expert Zhu smiled again: "It's better than me, just wandering at the door, not even seeing the threshold..."

"I'm humble." Wang Guan shook his head, but also looked at the picture more attentively. He saw that the paintings were all made of ink or light colors, and the brush was strong and rough, and the momentum was magnificent.

The painter uses thick and strong lines to outline the outline of the dragon, and uses thick and light ink to dye its main parts, so that the image of the dragon is clear and prominent. The surrounding white space and the rendering of the dark and light are uneven, and the waves are surging,

The clouds and mist surround each other, showing the dragon's free soaring freely in the air to the fullest.

Generally speaking, the ancients paid more attention to the noble and elegant painting of dragons. Especially the royal dragon pattern pattern, they must be more magnificent, magnificent, and give people a luxurious feeling. However, this painting now focuses on the ferocious and rough character of the dragon.

, gives people a sense of cruelty and violent.

In short, from Wang Guan’s aesthetic perspective, this is a good painting. Boss Ding used a table of banquets to exchange for this dragon painting, which was a profitable thing.

"It's a pity that there is no inscription or seal on the painting."

At this time, Wang Guan said regretfully: "That is, the price of anonymous paintings is not high, and the market price is about 30,000 to 50,000 yuan. If you meet someone you really like, there may be a little more."

"Thirty or fifty thousand?"

For a moment, Boss Ding was stunned, very unexpected, and after a while, he came to his senses. After a surprise, he felt a little unsure: "Really?"

"how?"

At the right time, the expert smiled and said, "Do you hope it is fake? Or do you think the price of this painting is too low and you are not satisfied?"

“No, no…”

Boss Ding quickly shook his head and said happily: "I thought it would be worth thousands or tens of thousands, but I didn't expect it to be worth 30,000 to 50,000... It seems that the man did not lie. This picture was really passed down by his ancestors."

"Is it passed down from his ancestors? This is a bit unsure." Wang Guan chuckled: "However, according to my opinion, this painting should be a work from the middle and late Qing Dynasty, and it should be one or two hundred years ago."

"One or two hundred years?" Hearing this, Boss Ding was naturally even happier, but he was also a little confused, wondering how Wang Guan made such a judgment.

“Look at the paper form of the work.”

Wang Guan signaled: "Calligraphy and painting can be made old, but the color of the old is definitely different from the traces that have been formed over a long period of time. Moreover, the color formed over ten or twenty years is also significantly different from the color formed over one or two hundred years.

.Through the differences, we can roughly break the generations."

"Of course, there must be some errors, so it's not certain whether it's the middle or late stages."

While speaking, Wang Guan still felt a little regretful: "Maybe he knew that dragon paintings were a taboo, so the author did not dare to sign, and he did not even have the year mark, but it brought difficulty to accurate identification."

"Mr. Wang, you are too humble."

At this time, the expert Zhu refuted it, rather than refuting it, it is better to say that it is saying good things: "You can judge the age of things by the color of paper. This ability is not something that everyone has, it is enough to be admired..."

"You'll be over the award."
Chapter completed!