Comparison

Ye Yunshu glanced at the business card on the table.

Wanhe City Painting Boat.

Ye Yunshu had a little impression that this seemed to be the largest pleasure boat in Yinzhou City. She had paid attention to it twice, but Ye did not have this business, so she had no intersection with this aspect.

Wan Yichang heard the person on his desk say this and waved his hand, "Boss Wu, what do you say? No matter how big the pleasure boat is, it is not as good as a treasured work. Are you here to collect the paintings today or to recognize the paintings?"

Wan Yichang narrowed his eyes and kept scanning Ye Yunshu's three girls. These three beauties with completely different styles made him feel dazzled.

"We just had a simple meal and chatted with friends." Xiao Yang spoke, interrupting Wan Yichang's words.

"This is not a place to eat." Wan Yichang smiled, "I wonder who is qualified to sit here?"

When Wan Yichang asked a few people, he actually just asked Xiao Yang and Fang Luo.

Now, no one can tell the people sitting in this tea restaurant. Wan Yichang's thoughts are all on those three beauties.

Fang Luo threw out a business card and asked, "What, is it qualified?"

"Senior member of the China Painting Association and Chairman of the Yanjing Modern Painting Exhibition?" Wan Yichang picked up the business card, looked at the title on it, and showed a disdainful smile, "When drinking gallery tea and chatting and laughing, I thought it was a big shot from where did it come from."

"A senior member of the Painting Association and a so-called modern painting exhibition chairman are not counting." A middle-aged man sitting on the same table with Wan Yichang spoke.

Xiao Yang raised his eyebrows. He knew that the meal today could not be delicious.

Fang Luo's face looked a little ugly. No one would be happy when he was so openly sarcastic. He looked at the middle-aged man who had just spoken, "I wonder who you are?"

"Not talent." The middle-aged man picked up a cup of tea and laughed, "Honorary member of the China Painting Association, Vice President of the Suzhou-Hangzhou Chinese Painting Association, Yu Bai."

The title that the middle-aged man said made Fang Luo's eyes condense.

Honorary members of the Painting Association and senior members are two completely different concepts.

Senior members need to submit their own application for joining the society, and then when their painting skills reach a certain level, they can apply to become senior members.

As for honorary members, this is not a person who submits an application for joining the association, but is invited by the association to become an honorary member.

There is a huge difference between the two.

Another title of vice president of the Suzhou-Hangzhou Painting Association is even more valuable.

As we all know, Jiangsu and Hangzhou in the south of the Yangtze River are the most poetic places in China. The ancient style of Suzhou and Hangzhou is prevalent, and it is also the most prosperous place in Chinese painting culture. It can be said that becoming the vice president of the Chinese Painting Association in Suzhou and Hangzhou is quite profound.

"Yu Bai?" Xiao Yang was a little confused and looked up. On the wall of this restaurant, there were several landscape paintings, all signed by Yu Bai.

Yu Bai saw Fang Luo's expression change, which made him nodded with satisfaction. In this restaurant, whenever he proposed his identity, it would be a surprise. Yu Bai enjoyed this feeling very much.

"Young people, when drinking gallery tea, there must be rules for drinking gallery tea. This seat is limited. Many industry insiders drive here every day and return because they have no seats. You can sit here and talk about some family matters, which is probably not appropriate." Yu Bai stood up.

"It makes sense. Drinking gallery tea is just a place to talk about paintings, paintings, and enjoy paintings, and talk about some casual stories. It is not suitable for this place." Just now, the man who was 800 square meters from Wanyichang's painting boat was shouting, and he spoke.

Fang Luo's face looked a little ugly. All literati have pride, and he is no exception. At this moment, he has been provoked many times here, but he is still in his own professional field.

Fang Luo put down the chopsticks in his hand, stood up, and said, "Everyone, what do you want to talk about, talk about paintings, appreciate paintings, appreciate paintings, or compare paintings?"

Fang Luo's voice was not loud, but it attracted the attention of everyone in the entire restaurant.

As soon as these words were said, everyone knows that there should be a competition!

"Haha." Yu Bai chuckled, "Young man, you are just a senior member of the Painting Association, so how dare you speak up and say these words?"

Fang Luo countered: "Learning skills is not about age, what are you afraid of?"

"Okay!" Yu Bai slapped the table and stood up, "Since you want to compete, then let's compare. I miss you young and don't bully you in the painter. It's about twelve o'clock. According to the rules of gallery tea, the boss will take out a collection. Why don't we compare the paintings?"

"Whatever." Fang Luo responded.

Xiao Yang sat there, looking at Yu Bai, and felt that this guy was more or less shameless.

In terms of painting, experience is more important than talent. Yu Bainian was in his teens and had unique advantages in painting, but painting is different. This is based on personal talent and insight. There are many talented young painters who surpass older painters.

When Xiao Yang looked at the Chinese paintings on the walls of this restaurant, his painting skills were considered to be smooth and extraordinary in the eyes of ordinary people, but in Xiao Yang's view, it was just that. There were many flaws and many breakpoints in each painting, and there were no spiritual charm in the painting, and there was no artistic conception.

Yu Bai said that Fang Luo was young and did not compare paintings, obviously he had no confidence in his painting skills. In this way, his so-called honorary member of the Painting Association also needs to be considered. Although there is no possibility of fraud, the value of the painting content needs to be considered.

At twelve o'clock noon, the restaurant owner took out a pair of ink paintings, and the picture was made of rice paper, and the color turned yellow. There were three or two shrimps in the painting, and the beard was extended, with dark and light colors and clear layers. It was just a simple ink painting, but it gave people a vivid feeling.

The restaurant owner hangs the painting on the wall for people to appreciate.

The diners who were dining also turned their attention to the painting.

"This is"

"When I see shrimp, I think of a master who loves to draw shrimp."

"This painting is so good, it has some artistic conception."

"I don't know which one did it."

Diners, looking at the ink shrimp, spoke one after another.

"It's the work of Master Qi in modern times." Fang Luo looked at it and said to confirm, "Master Qi loves painting shrimps. When you look at this painting, the brush and ink are vigorous and moist, the colors are bright and bright, the shape is simple and vivid, and the artistic conception is pure and simple. Although the shrimps you made are of no superior color, they are full of interest."

"Hehe." Fang Luo finished speaking when he heard Yu Bai's voice sound, "This Mo shrimp is one of Master Qi's representative works. You can recognize it in a few seconds. Then let me ask you, is this work true or false?"

Fang Luo looked at it for a few seconds, then said, "Fake it."
Chapter completed!