Although he got 400,000 yuan and sold the landscape paintings to Mr. Xu, Wang Ding was still a little disappointed. He thought he could taste the ancient paintings at Xu Fengshui's home today, but Mr. Xu's personality is at least today.
It's not good to hit the gun again.
Wang Ding was walking on the street where he left the community. Thinking of what Jin Long's mother had to check, Wang Ding swept away the haze and called Jin Long's phone number.
"Brother Jin, how are Auntie?"
"Oh, Wang Ding, I really want to thank you this time."
Jin Long was very excited on the other end of the phone, and Wang Ding asked, "What's wrong, Brother Jin. Thank you for letting me not know what's going on?"
"Wang Ding, didn't you tell me in the morning that my mother might have a problem with the appendix position? Today we went to the hospital for examination and found that it was really an appendix. It turned out that when my mother last had an appendix surgery, the hospital was incompetent.
The ground sewed a piece of hemostatic cotton into my mother's belly. The piece of hemostatic cotton was the key to my mother's incurableness. Now, the hospital has promised to help us take out the hemostatic cotton for free and compensate us with 150,000 yuan in compensation.
Loss fees. Thanks to your words this time.”
Wang Ding was happier than anything after helping Brother Jinlong to restore his health. "I thank you, I hope my aunt will recover soon."
"By the way, have you gone to Mr. Xu? Because my mother suddenly fell ill just now, I forgot to tell you that Mr. Xu has a weird temper. You must be more patient with him."
"Yes. Mr. Xu's temper is a little different. I went there, and now I have come out of his house. I can't say that I was bombarded, but it's almost the same. I didn't appreciate his calligraphy and paintings at all.
The opportunity was just to sell the landscape paintings. By the way, Brother Jin, I sold the landscape paintings of Yu Ji for 400,000, and your 200,000 is here with me. I will send them to you now."
"Don't." Jin Long felt embarrassed when he heard Wang Ding was turned away after being rejected, "It's all my fault that I didn't explain it to you in advance. Actually, I should have been with you. Okay, my mother is fine now,
You can wait for me at the entrance of their community. I'll take a taxi over there. Mr. Xu will still give me some face and I'll take you to see."
After Jin Long finished speaking, he quit the phone. Wang Ding was left standing on the street outside the community, and had to stop for a moment.
Brother Jinlong rushed over, and he had hope to appreciate the ancient paintings. Wang Ding was so excited, but at the moment, Wang Ding had to wait any longer.
Taking out his Samsung phone, Wang Ding opened the web page and began to search for some information about Tang Yin on the Internet, because when he just entered Mr. Xu's room, Wang Ding saw two works of Tang Yin hanging on the wall.
Wang Ding never fights unprepared battles. If you want to gain something, you must first make something.
The information on the web page is very sufficient: Tang Yin, whose courtesy name is Bohu, was a famous painter and writer in the Ming Dynasty. He was one of the four talented men in Wuzhong. In the history of painting, he also collectively known as "Ming Sijia" or "Wumen Sijia" with Shen Zhou, Wen Zhengming and Qiu Ying.
Home".
He made his mark at the age of 16 and passed the Suzhou scholar. At the age of 29, he went to Nanjing to participate in the provincial examination and won the first place in Jie Yuan...
Tang Yin's works are famous for their landscape paintings and figure paintings. Because they have created more than a thousand works, there are many works passed down from generation to generation, and many of them are also scattered among the people.
He browsed Tang Yin's life information with relish. Ten minutes had passed without realizing it. It was not until Wang Ding felt a little dizzy that Wang Ding closed the webpage.
Originally, Wang Ding thought that Tang Bohu was a literati and painter who lived a life of unruly life. But after browsing the information, Wang Ding realized that Tang Bohu's fate was actually very bumpy, his career was unlucky, he was poor, and he was even more difficult in his later years. At the age of 54, he was 54.
He died of illness.
For a long time, Tang Yin relied on selling paintings to make a living. Therefore, there were so many works of Tang Yin that were transferred among the people. After liberation, they were collected in the museum. Wang Ding guessed that Mr. Xu’s two paintings were very
Maybe it was received before liberation.
"Wang Ding."
Jin Long, who was walking out of the car, saw Wang Ding sighing on the side of the road, called Wang Ding's name at the exit.
"Brother Jin."
Wang Ding raised his head and saw Jin Long walking towards the road.
Jinlong wore a casual sportswear in the morning, but now Jinlong was wearing a bright red Tang suit, which attracted Wang Ding's attention.
Regarding Tang suits, it is not the orthodox Tang suits that everyone thinks are Hanfu, but the "Qing suit" developed from the Manchu clothing and jackets in the Qing Dynasty. It features stand-up collars, double plaids, and buckles. It absorbs some Western-style cutting characteristics, such as
The shoulder sleeves and other things have become the so-called "Tang suit".
Jin Long leaned over, Wang Ding looked at Jin Long before he asked, Jin Long laughed at himself. "Do you think it's awkward to wear this way? But there's no way, Mr. Xu likes it. I'm going to be an inner drama, and the old man will
I was moved. Let me tell you that Mr. Xu is very passionate about Chinese traditional culture. If I wear this, I will please him first."
Wang Ding nodded, "Oh. So that's how it is. I asked why the old man was unhappy when he saw me, but because I was wearing a straight suit."
It is true that in order to meet Mr. Xu today, Wang Ding specially changed into a new suit he bought. Although it was not a famous brand, the suit that cost hundreds of dollars on his body made Wang Ding look much more calm.
But Wang Ding never thought that the old man was a Chinese fan. Not only did he not add points in his suit, he might also be labeled as accused of admiring foreign countries and fascinating foreigners.
"So I said you came in a hurry. It's also my fault that I didn't explain it clearly to you. And this..." Jin Long said, and he didn't know where to find a bag of tea.
"This is Yun# Nan Pu'er. Pu'er is divided into ripe Pu and sausage. I am Shengpu. The old man likes to drink it very much. I bring this tea and say nothing. I went to make a pot of water to fill the old man with a cup.
You just look at the painting and you will have everything."
Jin Long smiled sly and said that Wang Ding benefited a lot more at this moment.
"I understand. This tea is indeed much better than my apples! Otherwise, Mr. Xu would not collect it, it seems that the salary is wrong."
"Yes. So you were kicked out, but this time I won't. Now, you are holding this tea and say you bought it for the old man. I'll add a few nice things to you. I think the old man will definitely not
I will make things difficult for you again!"
With the golden dragon leading the way, Wang Ding followed behind, and this time he felt much better. After the two entered the community, the "museum" in Xu's home appeared again just now, and Wang Ding was a little restless that could not be made.
Wang Ding had not had this kind of mood before, but maybe because he could appreciate ancient paintings immediately, Wang Ding felt unspeakable.
The two quickly crossed the community and came downstairs of Xu Fengshui's house. Jinlong also walked up the steps and knocked on the door.
Dongdongdongdongdongdong...
It was like knocking on Wang Ding's heart.
"Who?"
The sound of Xu Fengshui came very quickly this time.
"Old Xu, I am Xiaolong, I'm here to see you."
"Little Dragon? You're here just in time. I'm about to say a few words to you. Wait for me to open the door for you!"