Rejecting guests naturally means rejecting guests.

The remnants of the Lingfei Sutra are in Qin Hai's hands. This news was obtained by Wang Sanjin. However, when he heard the old man Wang's tone, he seemed to be hesitating and hesitating. It is probably a sensation. If so, whether it is in Qin Hai's hands remains to be verified.

But even after going to Yongxin several times, Zhong Yue did not go directly to Qin Hai to ask about this matter. As the saying goes, what you can't get is always in agitation. If Zhong Yue showed his desire for the remnants of Lingfei Jing, then the initiative would come to Qin Hai. From Xi Qichang and others, he learned that Yongxin Qin Hai is a famous antique expert in Shanghai, and his family has a wide range of treasures, which is as famous as Ouyang Guoqing.

It's just that one is famous for playing with real antiques, and the other is famous for playing fake antiques...

However, now, the money in his hand can actually make the old man smell the smell and even come to the door in person, which is indeed a bit beyond Zhong Yue's expectations. Then, Zhong Yue has the initiative to exchange a money for the fifty-three-line version of the "Ling Fei Jing". This is obviously unrealistic. Although the coins are rare, a copper plate seems a bit inadequate compared to the original Ling Fei Jing, so Zhong Yue directly turned him out.

What you can't get is always in agitation, so let Old Man Qin start to get turmoil...

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Zhong Yue adopted a strategy of leaving Qin Hai aside. He was too tired to practice calligraphy at home, so he went out and took the subway to meet Cao Danqing. Today he agreed to go to a gallery to read paintings, so he sat upright at home. Zhong Yue, who had no choice but to go out of the gate, finally came out of the mountain.

In Shanghai, private cars are not only capable of showing off, but they are actually not as convenient and fast as the subway. Especially during some peak hours, the car is so jam-free that it will make people crazy!

There are many galleries in Shanghai, where wealth gathers, and the quality of natural life is also much higher. In addition to pursuing material and spiritual life, people from Shanghai are also indispensable. Looking at paintings and selling paintings seems to have become a necessity for some high-quality lifeers. Therefore, painters, this ancient industry, are also particularly nourishing here.

Of course, a great painter can eat a work for three years. As for a young painter, square, scenic spot, fifty-one task sketches, and other ways of making a living, he can only be a part-time job, and some change their careers in fashion design, graphic advertising, etc. This is the case in society, and people are divided into different levels.

The industry prosperity does not mean that individuals can achieve success when entering the industry.

Yizhao Gallery existed in Huangpu District, Shanghai in the 1980s. It is now considered a senior gallery in Shanghai. The place agreed by Cao Danqing and Zhong Yue is here. In addition to the identity of a painter, Cao Danqing also has a more well-known identity, that is, an art critic.

Zhong Yue arrived early, half an hour earlier than the agreed time, which was also reserved by Zhong Yue. As an exchange student, he really took advantage of the loopholes. If he didn't have any normal classes, he was protected by two eagles like Kang Min and Cao Danqing. This was like a special student, and he was very caring for him.

This Mid-Autumn Festival was originally five days, but it was already Thursday when Zhong Yue came back. When he called Cao Danqing to greet him, it was already Saturday morning. On the weekend, Cao Cao was embarrassed to let Zhong Yue attend class again, so he delayed it for two more days and forced a ten-day holiday...

If you are late today, even if Cao Danqing is more beautiful, he will be regarded as lazy and lazy. He will criticize him carefully. He will still have the right amount of judgment and force.

When he walked into the gallery, Zhong Yue was attracted by shouts before he saw any paintings. As a place for elegant art, generally good galleries have tickets. This is not to earn income, but to restrict some unscrupulous tour groups, and directly drag dozens of people into the gallery, and then chatter and disturb the noise.

Cao Danqing is the art consultant of this gallery, so he has naturally said hello. There are still people shouting. Zhong Yue walked towards the small exhibition hall next to him curiously.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhong Yue was shocked.

The gallery's exhibition hall is not like other exhibition centers, without chairs, and is similar to a small space of several square meters. Sometimes a painting is placed on it. However, when a few big men were shaking white paper several meters wide, ink was swaying in the plastic bucket on one side. The middle-aged man in a double-breasted cardigan in the middle had long wavy hair like an artist. However, he was in a midlife crisis and his hairline was almost as close as the sky. If he tied his hair, he would be like a remnant of the Qing Dynasty.

Zhong Yue was not surprised at his dressing, but the brush in his hand was about one meter soaking in the plastic bucket like a mop.

This pen...you're really naughty...

Zhong Yue can only say that if it was an old man and an old lady who wrote books on the square, he wouldn't say anything, but this is a gallery, is this a sensationalism?

"Ranzhe." Several reporters holding cameras smiled at Zhong Yue, and then quickly hit the master who was about to create.

Many people were gathering around the exhibition hall and taking cameras to shoot. Zhong Yue was also afraid that the master would sweep away and splash the ink on him, so he quickly retreated and hurriedly shrank in the corner.

"Ah! Ha! Ah! Hey!"

The greasy middle-aged man lifted the mop, stepped onto the paper, and began to write.

"Ah...ah!"

Zhong Yue was curious about who was sending the shout just now. It turned out to be this greasy middle-aged man. He was not ready yet. "Dashi" had already mastered the magic power, and the "mop" was pressed on the paper, and ink was splashing everywhere. Several big men were lying on four corners and shouting, "Okay!"

Zhong Yue's mouth twitched, "Splashing ink? This is too exaggerated."

"Dashi" was holding the mop, kneeling and spinning, and Thomas had already written a diagonal "f" shape, and he kept shouting. Just as the mop was spinning, the paper was scratched by the mop. The smart man quickly crawled over, afraid of blocking the camera beside him, and he pulled the broken edge of the paper very dedicatedly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Ahhhh!"

"Ah~~~~~"

Finally, the greasy middle-aged uncle knelt on the ink mark, with his hands and committing suicide with the Japanese devils. He held a mop, whistled up to the sky, pressed a stroke on the paper, ending the vivid artistic performance.

When the people around him saw that the "big wet" had finished their work, they all applauded.

"good!"

"The master is indeed worthy of being a master!"

The very dedicated man just now felt a sweat, "Oh my god, the master is so amazing, so he's scratched such a thick piece of paper."

Zhong Yue no longer knows how to laugh.

This... isn't this person's brain problem?
Chapter completed!