Fan Hongru rubbed his eyes and stretched out his hand to the assistant.
The assistant handed over a tan high-power magnifying glass with a wink.
Fan Hongru held a magnifying glass and looked at the picture carefully.
See down from above, see people from the mountain.
He nodded while looking at it, "The writing is strong and powerful, and it is the raindrop and ink accumulation techniques that Fan Kuan is best at. He has painted thousands of strokes, and he has the tenacity to never stop painting until the stubborn stone nods."
Put down the magnifying glass.
Fan Hongru looked at Su Hua with bright eyes, "Little girl, did you really paint this painting?"
Su Hua smiled, "I drew it."
Fan Hongru looked at her suspiciously, "You look young, don't you?"
Su Hua said truthfully: "Twenty-three years old."
Fan Hongru became even more suspicious, "You have such profound writing skills at such a young age, you didn't lie to me, did you?"
Su Huacong said calmly: "I have learned to restore ancient calligraphy and paintings from my grandfather Su Wenmai since I was a child. Copying ancient paintings is the basic skill. Although I am not very old, I have been painting for nearly twenty years. In the past twenty years, my painting skills
To this extent, it’s reasonable.”
Hearing Su Wenmai's name, the suspicion in Fan Hongru's eyes disappeared.
In the antique circle, whether in Chinese circles at home or abroad, Su Wenmai's name is no stranger.
Fan Hongru handed the painting to his assistant, "Go and check the details to see if there are any differences."
"Okay, Mr. Fan." The assistant took the painting and went to the study room.
Su Hua smiled and said, "Except for not mentioning Fan Kuan's name on the leaves, the rest will be exactly the same."
Fan Hongru sat down, picked up the tea cup, took a sip of tea slowly, and asked: "Baodao Museum does not allow photography, how did you copy it?"
"Go to the museum and write it down, then come back and paint silently."
Fan Hongru's eyes showed surprise.
"Little girl, you are really a rare talent. This painting is more than two meters long and more than one meter wide. The picture is complex and changeable. You actually relied on your brain to memorize such a large painting?"
"Yes, my grandpa has deliberately trained me to memorize paintings since I was a child. In fact, it is not difficult to memorize this painting. The difficulty lies in the fact that this painting has bones and soul. It took me half a day to memorize the painting and penetrate its soul. I used
For two whole days, I still have to draw and learn at the same time when I come back."
Fan Hongru clicked his tongue and praised, "Since ancient times, geniuses have emerged from youth."
Gu Beixian picked up the teapot and gave him some tea.
Fan Hongru asked him: "Is the old man in good health?"
Gu Beixian smiled lightly, "He's a very nice old man."
"I haven't seen him for a few years. I'll go visit him at his house someday when I have time."
Gu Beixian put down the teapot and said politely: "Okay, he misses you too, let me say hello to you."
A few people were laughing and chatting.
Half an hour later, the assistant came out.
He leaned into Fan Hongru's ear and whispered: "Mr. Fan, a few of us took magnifying glasses to confirm one by one. Except that there is no signature or seal, every other detail is exactly the same."
After hearing this, Fan Hongru opened his lips slightly and seemed to be shocked.
Several seconds passed.
He gave a thumbs up to Su Hua and said, "Little girl, you are amazing. I, Fan, have been immersed in the antiques circle for so many years, and this is the first time I have encountered someone like you. You are a talented person."
Su Hua smiled, "You are too old to be praised. We young people should learn from you."
The smile on Fan Hongru's face deepened, "His talents are not overblown yet, not bad, not bad."
He extended his hand to the assistant.
The assistant handed over a checkbook.
Fan Hongru picked up the pen, filled in the amount of money on it, signed his name, tore it off, and handed it to Su Wei, "This is a small amount of writing fee, please accept it."
Su Hua stood up quickly and took it with both hands, "Thank you, Mr. Fan."
Fan Hongru smiled kindly, "You're welcome, you deserve this."
Su Hua sat down with the check, looked at the amount, and was shocked.
Ten million dollars.
Equivalent to more than 66 million yuan.
This is the price of a great master in the painting world.
Su Hua is a real person and quickly reminded: "Mr. Fan, did you pay the wrong amount?"
When Zhou Baichuan gave her 15 million yuan before, she thought it was a sky-high price.
Unexpectedly, Fan Hongru gave more.
Fan Hongru laughed and said, "That's right, it's 10 million US dollars. Your painting is worth that price. With such achievements at such a young age, you will definitely achieve great things in the future."
"But this is too high." Su Hua still felt ashamed.
Fan Hongru rubbed his chin with his fingers and said with a smile: "I'm not tall, but it's rare that this painting catches my eye. Fan Zhongzheng, also known as Fan Kuan, is my ancestor. Two years ago, I spent one billion to buy the treasure island."
Unfortunately, we did not reach a cooperation with the original painting in the museum. A few days ago, I spent 100 million to buy his "Picture of Beautiful Peaks and Ridges."
Su Hua said nothing.
She spent 5 million yuan to buy "Peaks and Beautiful Mountains" at the Zhengrong Auction House.
Later, Zhou Zhan took it away for 60 million.
Unexpectedly, it was not that their museum was short of this painting, but that it was resold to Fan Hongru.
When the conversation was almost over, Gu Beixian and Su Hua stood up and left.
Her feet stepped on the soft carpet in the corridor, and Su Hua felt like she was dreaming.
Very unreal.
I never thought that the ancient paintings I copied could be sold for a sky-high price of more than 60 million yuan.
Yes, sky-high price.
She raised her head and said to Gu Beixian: "Pinch me and let me see if I'm dreaming."
How could Gu Beixian be willing to pinch her?
He looked up and saw no one in the corridor.
He suddenly held her arm, pushed her to the corner, lowered his head, and bit her lips gently.
The tip of his tongue touched her lips, sucked her lips, gently teased them, and hooked them.
The tips of Su Hua's ears couldn't help but turn red.
My heart skipped a beat.
The tip of your nose is filled with his delicious smell, and the masculine charm of a man is irresistible.
She had to work hard to push him away.
This man is really capable of flirting anytime and anywhere if he holds himself back for a long time.
Just banging on the wall, teasing her.
It was too bold and exciting to be in the hotel corridor where people would appear at any time.
Gu Beixian smiled at her, "Are you dreaming?"
Su Hua shook her head.
My heart is like a deer that has been hit, but I can’t hit it in my dreams.
Gu Beixian rubbed her head, "Our Huahua family is so powerful, they are all foreign exchange earners."
"I always feel that the price he gave is too high."
Gu Beixian knew it very well.
Fan Hongru offered such a high price partly because Su Hua was really good at painting.
On the other hand, Fan Hongru was repaying the old man's favor for more than thirty years ago.
Although I didn’t point it out, everyone knew it.
However, Gu Beixian didn't say anything, so he just let Su Hua enjoy herself secretly.
She made more than 60 million yuan in one sale. Although she thought the price was high on her face, she must have been extremely happy in her heart.
Seeing her happy makes him happier than her.
After the miscarriage in the car accident, she had not been happy for a long time.
The two walked side by side to the elevator.
Not long after, the elevator door opened.
A handsome and strong figure walked out from inside.
It was Gu Jinyao, carrying a black password box in his hand.
Su Hua was slightly surprised and said hello to him: "Hello, Mr. Gu."
After Gu Jinyao had a brief accident, he smiled reservedly at her and said, "Hello."
He nodded to Gu Beixian again as a greeting.
Passed by.
Gu Jinyao walked straight towards Fan Hongru's suite.
Ring the doorbell.
The assistant comes to open the door.
Enter the house.
Gu Jinyao entered the password, opened the password box, and handed it to Fan Hongru, "Mr. Fan, I found what you want, please take a look."
Fan Hongru glanced at it and saw that it was the Feng Lai Yi Heart-turning Vase made by Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty.
He thanked me and asked, "You said on the phone that you wanted to see me for something?"
Gu Jinyao smiled slightly, "I heard that you are looking for Fan Kuan's "Traveling in Streams and Mountains". A friend of mine copied one. But I think she just left you, so she doesn't need my introduction."
Fan Hongru is over seventy years old and has already lived as a man.
He immediately guessed who Gu Jinyao was talking about.
He praised: "That little girl is really a strange person. She is even more powerful than her grandfather. At such a young age, she is still a girl. She painted Fan Kuan's paintings vividly and deeply. Most of the female painters have the same style of painting.
She is gentle and graceful, I don’t know how she does it, but her majestic momentum is freely displayed by her, and she is more powerful than male painters."
Hearing Su Hua being praised, Gu Jinyao was in a good mood, "She is also good at restoring ancient paintings, not to mention ancient porcelain."
"I know, she is Su Wenmai's granddaughter. I happen to have a lot of ancient paintings in my collection that need to be maintained. I don't feel comfortable looking to anyone else, so I will look to her in the future."
"The picture of Wang Meng's seclusion she restored is on display at the Kyoto Museum, and the experts were all amazed."
Fan Hongru raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully: "Boy, you think very highly of her."
"I am seeking truth from facts." Gu Jinyao picked up the tea cup and drank tea, concealing his true emotions.
Fan Hongru did not criticize anything and laughed, "Yes, you are seeking truth from facts."
The two chatted for a few more words.
Fan Hongru suddenly remembered something and said, "I'm going to make a phone call. You sit down and have some tea first."
"good."
Fan Hongru picked up his cell phone, walked to the window, and dialed Zhou Baichuan, "Baichuan, you don't have to help me find "Travel in Xishan". I just received one tonight."
Zhou Baichuan was startled, "So fast?"
"Yes, it was painted by a little girl named Su. The painting is very vivid. It should be the one you showed me in the video yesterday. I was so happy that I offered her 10 million US dollars."
Zhou Baichuan always felt that Fan Hongru's words were deliberately told to him.
His face immediately turned ugly.
Ten million US dollars is more than sixty million US dollars.
It hurt his heart to miss such a large amount of money for nothing.
He should have earned the money in the first place.
Zhou Baichuan said humbly: "That's it, then I'd better continue to help you find the Youfeng Laiyi Heart-turning Bottle you want."
Fan Hongru said: "No, someone has already found it for me. It was just delivered today. Your efficiency is a bit low."
Zhou Baichuan's old face darkened and he said calmly: "Well, if you need anything in the future, come to me again."
"Let's talk about it later."
This is a polite refusal.
Zhou Baichuan's heart felt cold, knowing that Fan Hongru had a grudge against him.
Just because he lied and deceived Su Hua about the painting, Fan Hongru held a grudge.
He is a person who can't get rid of the sand in his eyes.
After hanging up the phone.
Zhou Baichuan glared at Zhou Pinpin with a dark face, "Suhua directly found Fan Hongru and sold the painting for a high price of more than 60 million."
Zhou Pingpin's face froze, and then he snorted softly, "It's just luck for a blind cat to encounter a dead mouse."
Zhou Baichuan said angrily: "What the hell! Fan Hongru is my big client, and because of you making such a fuss, it belongs to Su Hua! Because of your short-sightedness, I have cut off a huge amount of money for me!"