Mr. Liu's achievements in sculpture are definitely more powerful than the legend!
It has integrated the characteristics of Chinese and Western sculptures and calls itself a school!
This is the originator!
If it were me, I wouldn't be willing to send them away!" Ma Du loudly vented his emotions in an exaggerated tone.
It can be seen that he really likes it, and his eyes can't wait to grow on the sculpture.
However, perhaps due to the influence of later generations, Zhang Junping always felt that there was deep disappointment in Ma Du's eyes.
He was probably disappointed that such an exquisite work of art that could be passed down to the world was not his, and there was no way to find it.
No matter what Ma Du's thoughts were, Zhang Junping still agreed with his evaluation of the old lady's skills, "Master's sculptures incorporate Western portraiture. Both the skin and clothes are very lifelike, and the eyes and expressions are more realistic."
Western sculptures are more agile and expressive.
I'm afraid I won't be able to achieve such a skill in my lifetime!"
"Famous teachers make great disciples, I believe you will reach this level one day!
Brother, if that day comes, don't pretend you don't know your brother!
My brother is still bragging about you!"
"How could it be! Although Brother Ma and I have only met for the second time, it feels like we have met many old friends!"
Zhang Junping smiled inwardly, but they had known each other for many years, and he had grown up listening to Lao Ma's bragging.
"Oh! Brother, you are so right!
I feel the same way. When I see you, I feel like I am a long-lost brother. You know, the kind of closeness that comes from the heart!
From now on, you will be my brother, so if you have anything to say, just say it!
My old Ma still has some respect for me in Beijing's Sijiucheng!" Ma Du was even more exaggerated, hugging Zhang Junping and patting Zhang Junping hard on the back.
This Lao Ma is not bragging. He came from a military compound, and Lao Ma still has some connections in the capital.
Lao Ma's father was once a teacher, but later he joined the army and fought in the Battle of Menglianggu, from the Anti-Japanese War to the War of Liberation, and was later ordered to form an air force.
With such a resume and background, Lao Ma was definitely very impressive in the 1980s.
After visiting the old lady's works, Zhang Junping took Ma Du to another collection to see the art collected by the old lady.
This collection houses many calligraphy and paintings by modern painters and calligraphers, such as Xu Beihong's horses, Fu Baoshi's landscape paintings, Qi Baishi's shrimps, Zhang Daqian's paintings of ladies, fans, and calligraphy by Guo Moruo and Xie Zhiliu.
There are also many collections of clay sculptures, wood carvings, root carvings, jade carvings, and Western stone carvings.
The collection in this collection is very diverse and includes various categories.
However, any collection in this collection can help people live a prosperous life in future generations.
Even the horses' eyes turned red.
"Okay, stop looking, you've had enough of it!
No matter how you look at these works of art, they will never become yours!" Zhang Junping patted Ma Du on the shoulder in a funny way.
He completely forgot that the first time he entered this library, he was even more miserable than Ma Du.
After all, Ma Dou knew that these calligraphy and paintings were valuable, but he didn’t know to what extent these calligraphy and paintings would be speculated in later generations.
If we had to calculate it in terms of money, the hundreds of works of art in this room would be worth at least tens of billions.
"Alas! Brother, I regret it now!"
"Come on! What do you regret?
Think of it as a visit to the Palace Museum, it will be an eye-opener!
There are more good items there, can you still get them home?
If you really like it, let’s go dig out the old yard together another day!”
Zhang Junping knew Ma Du's character, and when he saw something good, he wanted to take it home.
Later generations say they don't collect calligraphy and painting works. It's not because they don't like them, it's simply because they are difficult to preserve and are not suitable for showing off frequently.
In the early days, there were many collections of calligraphy and painting works.
Otherwise, where did he get the money to build a museum and collect it?
This also shows that Ma Du is a smart person who likes antiques, but is not obsessed with it and has his own clear understanding.
Collectors are most afraid of obsession. Once a person is obsessed, his mind will not be clear. This is a taboo for collectors.
Zhang Junping took Ma Du to his small studio and asked him to wake up for a while.
But after entering Zhang Junping's studio, Ma was even more confused.
"Brother, you said before that the task your master gave you should be these pieces of furniture, right?"
"Yes! Master asked me to study all these pieces of furniture, repair them, and write a thesis approved by her before she allowed me to learn sculpture!"
"Brother, no! Brother! You are my brother!
Well, I won't worry about your master's collection anymore. After these furnitures are repaired, how many pieces can you exchange for them?
Not too much, just enough to decorate a room!" Ma Du grabbed Zhang Junping's hand and even called me brother for the furniture.
Zhang Junping almost lost his temper at Ma, but he really dared to speak.
What Madu wants is definitely not walnut or elm furniture, but the last thing is old mahogany.
Although there are many pieces of furniture here, there are only twenty or thirty pieces of old mahogany, small-leaf rosewood, golden nan, Hainan huanghuali, and ebony.
To decorate a room, you need at least six or seven pieces of furniture.
"Brother Zhang, tell me how much it will cost, and I promise not to bargain!" Ma Du was afraid that Zhang Junping would not agree, so he immediately made up for it.
"Really? I can tell you how much it is?" Zhang Junping looked at Ma Du playfully.
Now Ma Du is not the Ma boss worth tens of billions in later generations.
It is estimated that all the horses in this group are worth less than 500 yuan, including the price of his bicycle.
Seeing the look in Zhang Junping's eyes, his horse suddenly shrank, and he smiled sarcastically, "Well, Brother Zhang, you also know that I just came back as an educated youth, and I just joined the youth literature magazine this year, and in this hand..."
Zhang Junping was about to refuse when he suddenly thought of something, then smiled and said to Ma Du: "Actually, it's not impossible to give you a set of furniture!
Forget about small-leaf red sandalwood, Hainan huanghuali, or golden nanmu. I can give you a set of old mahogany furniture!
Ming Dynasty, Qing Dynasty is up to you!" Zhang Junping said while stroking his chin.
The scientific name of the old mahogany is Cochin rosewood, the customary name in the south is Siamese rosewood, and the customary name in the north is old mahogany.
"Brother Zhang, just tell me! What do you want me to do?
As long as I don't break the law and don't violate my moral conscience, I will risk my life and do it!" Ma Du immediately heard that Zhang Junping had something for him to do, and immediately clapped his badge and promised impassionedly.
“It’s actually not a big deal!
After my brother graduates, he plans to settle down in Beijing and open a studio!
I found this place, very suitable for a studio!
If you can help me buy it, then I will give you a set of old mahogany furniture for free!" Zhang Junping said with a smile and expressed his request.
"Brother Zhang, which unit are you interested in?"
Ma Du had woken up and did not blindly agree, but asked cautiously.