Ah, this is what I'm talking about.

The old man's words also made Bai Ye and others laugh and cry.

However, the output of purple clay teapots is indeed not large. On the one hand, Bai Ye and others consciously controlled the quantity. Scarcity is precious, and if there are too many things, it will be worthless.

On the other hand, it is also because Bai Ye is busy, so it is impossible to take too much into consideration. So now, Huang Ziyu is basically responsible for the purple clay teapot studio. He can make three pots a day alone, which is also effective.

Not to mention waiting for a month, some people's orders will be scheduled for two years.

But no matter how much you complain, no one is willing to cancel the order. Because everyone knows that the slower the shipment of high-quality purple clay teapots means the higher its value.

This is the benefit of monopoly. Without competitors and the standards set by oneself, it is definitely invincible.

Under the "accusation" of the old man, Bai Ye smiled and said nothing, saying that he would arrange for the old man to go to the lineup. He knew that this was just a joke. Some people pay more attention to "character". If he takes the joke seriously, it might be counterproductive.

This is also a fact. After a chuckle, several old people changed the topic.

"Your mural is finished?" Yu Hao asked.

Seeing Baiye nodding, the smile on Yu Hao's face became stronger again: "Okay, I'll take a look in a few days. I want to compare how big the difference is between the mural after coloring and the white drawing before coloring."

"Maybe it will disappoint you." Bai Ye quickly got a vaccination.

You should know that in his previous life, he only saw the eighty-seven immortal scrolls of Baipao. It was his own aesthetic that Yu Hao might not appreciate.

"Don't underestimate yourself."

An old man next to him smiled and said, "You used to learn oil painting. Although you didn't want to admit it, the oil painting major's mastery of color is better than traditional Chinese painting."

"I don't like to hear this anymore." Someone began to refute: "The rich colors of fine brushwork are not necessarily inferior. In fact, it is not inferior to oil paintings."

"Don't argue, look at the problem objectively."

The old man said silently: "We must honestly admit that the breakthroughs and progress of fine brushwork paintings are also inseparable from the nutrients of Western paintings."

"Who doesn't admit it."

The rebuttal said: "Our Chinese civilization has always embraces all rivers, integrates all the strengths of a hundred schools of thought, and then forms one's own style, and then stands unique, and the core remains unchanged. This is the case with fine brushwork, isn't oil painting like this? Do you dare to say that oil painting has not absorbed the nutrients of other paintings in the process of its development?"

This is a fact, and others nodded without refuting.

Seeing this, the man said confidently: "What's more, I believe that the best is better than the blue. Today, with the development of the times, the shape and color level of fine brushwork are no longer inferior to oil paintings."

"Really?"

Hearing this, the old man smiled: "Since that's the case, should I compare?"

"Okay, I'm afraid you won't do it."

The two old men stood up, blew their beards and stared at them, as if sparks were sparks.

But the few people next to him were watching the fun happily, without any intention of stopping them. On the contrary, some people were fueling the fire and shouting for people with great enthusiasm.

The group of people rafting on the lake heard the clamor and quickly rowed back. After hearing about this, they were very interested and went to prepare immediately.

but……

Isn’t this a Chinese painting circle?

Why do two old men have the opposite of oil painting and fine brushwork?

During this busy process, Yu Hao also noticed Bai Ye's surprise and immediately found a gap to explain: "It's because he said that oil painting is good, but he has been itchy recently. He has been studying oil painting for only two or three months. He probably feels that he has achieved success and can't help but show off."

"Everyone knows his mentality, so he just follows the situation and makes a game."

Yu Hao smiled and said, "To put it bluntly, it is the exchange and discussion of painting techniques. After a while, don't just look at it. If you have any ideas or insights, remember to say it boldly. In this kind of occasion, there is no need for any concerns. The more you are active, the better."

"Um!"

Bai Ye thought about something and nodded slowly to show that he understood.

The best way to integrate into the circle is to show your ability. Even if others may not like capable people, they will never underestimate and despise them.

Next to the lake, there are also rows of small villas, which are buildings of different shapes.

The group walked into one of the buildings, and the entrance was a spacious space, with various painting tools inside, as if they were a special studio.

Everyone arranged the work, moving the tables and laying the paper.

Putting pens and mixing pigments, all kinds of fun.

After more than ten minutes, everything was ready. The two old men happily stepped forward, first attacking each other with words, exposing each other's shortcomings. Then, they told the other party how powerful they were and swear to express that the other party would definitely lose, and quickly abandon the pen and surrender.

After a while, everyone was happy to see it, even Bai Ye's mouth couldn't help but curl up.

No wonder the saying goes, some people are old and like naughty children, like playing and making fun.

Of course, the two old men also knew that they could not beat each other by relying on their mouths, so after three minutes of "warm-up", they hummed and stopped, intending to see the truth from behind.

Drawing fine brushwork, and laying paper on the table.

Oil painting, canvas sandwiched on the shelf.

The two of them held the pen at the same time, and their expressions immediately became serious and began to create their own works with a serious expression.

Due to time constraints, the two of them would definitely not create large-scale works, but chose sketches at the same time.

As for the subject matter, it is naturally different.

For fine brushwork, you choose Cordyceps and oil paintings, and you choose a grassy field. Two people are by the window, and there is a botanical garden outside, so it is very convenient to take a picture.

Everyone remained silent, separated several steps, and watched behind them.

Bai Ye noticed that due to the different brushes, the two people's brush movements were very contrasting. One was mainly outlined and the other was mainly brushed. But they also had one thing in common, that is, the brushwork was very delicate.

Not long after, the old man with fine brushwork stopped writing first, took a few steps back, and admired his finished work. It was an orchid, slender leaves, with elastic lines and vigorous vitality.

The pale white petals are moist and full, giving people a quiet and noble feeling. They are beautiful, beautiful, and exuding a unique temperament.

He is indeed a famous master, and his actions are indeed extraordinary.

Bai Ye tsk in his heart, but he didn't find it strange. This is the normal operation. In fact, everyone pays more attention to the elder next to him. His oil paintings seem to be...

Very good.
Chapter completed!