It took three days for Su Hua to put together the painting of Bada Shanren Zhu Da.
It's so broken that it's a big headache.
After finishing it, she started to repair it.
After a lot of hard work, the painting was finally restored without any trace.
After the painting was completed, she was quite satisfied with the ink-painted painting.
The brushwork and ink throughout the painting are condensed and resolute, the style is majestic and timeless, the artistic conception is cold, and Zen is used in the painting. The picture is simple, but the aftertaste is endless.
Zhu Da broke through the painting methods of his predecessors in conception, composition and style, using the changes in dry and wet shades of ink and ups and downs of brushstrokes to create a lotus.
The lotus stems are round, straight and straight, and appear to be swaying in the wind, but they are graceful and graceful, contrasting with the pitching lotus leaves.
After repairing it, the next step is to find a buyer.
She called Shen Yuan and asked: "Which auction house in Kyoto is more reliable?"
Shen Yuan was surprised, "You repaired such a broken painting in such a short time?"
"Well, there are no signs of repair at all."
"Oh my god, you are so awesome!"
Su Hua frowned slightly and held the phone further away from her ear.
She felt that although Shen Yuan and Shen Huai were siblings, their personalities were quite different. Shen Yuan was too lively.
But it just complements myself, moving and stilling.
Shen Yuan said she would ask for more information and then hung up.
It didn't take long for her to call back, "I've made inquiries and found out that the largest auction houses in Kyoto are Zhengrong Auction and Poly Auction, with a sales rate as high as 80%. These two auction houses account for almost half of the high-end collectors in the country. These collectors are high-end collectors with net worths of billions or even tens of billions."
Su Hua asked: "Which one is closest to us?"
"Zhengrong Auction House is a little closer to us."
Su Hua thought for a moment, "Then let's go to Zhengrong Auction House."
"Okay, I'll pick you up."
An hour later, Su Hua and Shen Yuan arrived at the Zhengrong Auction House.
The two walked into the lobby and saw, good guys, we have to queue up.
There were at least five to sixty people lined up in front of me, all of whom brought collections from all over the country to auction here.
Because before the auction, it is necessary to appraise, review, and negotiate the starting price, which is a complicated procedure.
When everyone arrived, Su Hua and Shen Yuan also stood in line in the hall.
From morning to noon, the queue in front was reduced by half, and both of us felt our legs sore from standing still.
Su Hua said: "How about we change homes."
"Wait a little longer, the other family may not be missing." Shen Yuan bent down to beat her sore leg.
After beating for a while, she straightened up and stretched.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up, she pointed to the elevator ahead and shouted to Su Hua: "Look, handsome guy!"
Her voice is not quiet.
Everyone turned to look at her.
But he only glanced at her and shifted his gaze to Su Hua beside him.
Because Su Hua looks so eye-catching.
She has black hair and red lips, an oval face that is so white that she shines, and her beautiful eyes are moist with autumn water. Her eyes are very quiet and graceful, and she stands there without any desire or desire, as if she has been transported from a distant ancient painting.
In full view of everyone, Su Hua felt a little embarrassed.
She tilted her head, avoiding everyone's gaze, and looked in the direction pointed by Shen Yuan.
That man is quite handsome.
He is very tall, wearing a handsome black jacket, black trousers, short hair, and handsome and deep facial features, especially his eyes, which are dark and melancholy, with a sense of story, which directly touches Su Hua's heart.
Su Hua recognized him at a glance.
It was the man I bumped into at the Kyoto Hotel a few days ago.
He has a pair of eyes that look very much like Ayao's.
Thinking of Ayao, Su Hua began to feel tight in her chest, breathless, and gradually shrank into a small ball in pain.
She pressed her chest and frowned.
The man seemed to notice them, turned his head and gave a few instructions to the people behind him before leaving.
Not long after, a staff member wearing a suit and tie came to Su Hua and said, "Are you Miss Su Hua?"
Su Hua nodded, "I am."
"Our young director invites you."
Su Hua was slightly surprised, "I don't know you, Young Master."
The staff looked at the scrolled painting in her hand and asked, "Aren't you here to auction ancient paintings?"
"yes."
"Our Young Master wants to see the painting in your hand."
Su Hua and Shen Yuan followed the staff and took the elevator to their young director's office.
The office is large and decorated in an antique style.
An ink bamboo painting by Zheng Banqiao is hung on the east wall, backed by a large floor-to-ceiling window.
Their young directors were sitting on black leather seats.
He is very young, about twenty-five or six years old, handsome and neat, and wearing a black jacket, which is a bit out of place with the antique decoration.
Shaodong is the man I saw in the hall just now, the man whose eyes look very much like Ah Yao.
Su Hua was stunned.
Looking up close, the man's eyes look more like Ah Yao's, they are exactly the same.
But only the eyes are similar, the rest of the nose, face shape, skin color, and height are not similar.
The Ah Yao in her memory was a fair-skinned and thin boy who looked like he stepped out of a cartoon.
The man in front of me has a dark complexion, a strong body, short hair, and deep, three-dimensional facial features with edges and corners.
All the male characteristics on his body are obvious.
He is a handsome and sharp mature man.
Shen Yuan's eyes began to shine again, and she praised in a low voice: "What a young, handsome, and stylish young master."
The man stood up from his chair and walked toward them with his long legs.
Su Hua stood there quietly and thinly, staring directly into his eyes.
Those eyes were like a key to unlocking her painful memories. Once opened, they were filled with layers of untouchable pain.
The man walked up to her, stretched out his right hand, and said politely: "Hello, Miss Su, my name is Gu Jinyao."
Su Hua paused when she heard the word "Yao" and subconsciously looked at his stretched out hand. Her fingers were long and strong, and there was a thin layer of calluses on both sides of her right index finger.
That is a hand that holds a gun all year round.
Seeing that Su Hua had been standing still, Shen Yuan touched her arm and said, "Su Hua, hurry up and shake hands with her."
Only then did Su Hua reach out to hold his hand.
They held it for a long time.
The normal handshake time is exceeded.
Ever since Su Hua saw Gu Jinyao's eyes, she was confused and in a daze. She didn't realize that the handshake took too long.
Until Shen Yuan coughed and said, "Su Hua, please open the painting quickly and show it to Mr. Gu."
Only then did Su Hua realize that he was losing his temper and quickly took her hand out of his hand.
Gu Jinyao reached out to pick up her painting, raised his eyelashes slightly, and glanced at her left hand, which had been cut off by the door.
There are scars on such beautiful fingers, and the nails are still black and purple and have not been completely shed.
His eyes were cold, he took the painting, unfolded it calmly, looked at the picture and paper carefully, then looked at the red seals on it, and said: "This is an authentic work by Bada Shanren, how much do you plan to sell it for?"
money?"
Shen Yuan said hurriedly: "I checked online and found that the ink lotus paintings by Bada Shanren Zhu Da have been sold for more than 10 million each year."
Gu Jinyao ignored her and asked Su Hua again: "How much do you plan to sell it for?"
Su Hua looked pale, slightly distracted, and said absently: "Anything is fine."
Gu Jinyao put the painting on the table and said calmly: "I paid 12 million, and I bought this painting."
Su Hua was extremely surprised, "You want to buy it?"
Gu Jinyao hummed, "My father loves to collect Bada Shanren's paintings, but there is just one ink lotus missing."
Seeing that he was serious, Su Hua cheered up and said, "This painting is badly damaged. I restored it, so there is no need to pay such a high price."
Whether it has been repaired or not, you can find out by testing it with an instrument.
Su Hua didn't want to hide it, but she couldn't.
Gu Jinyao lowered his eyes and looked at her, and said expressionlessly: "It's hard to buy something with money. I like it. Just 12 million, cash or transfer?"
Su Hua was silent and said, "Anything is fine."
"Give me your account number and I'll ask the finance department to transfer the money to you."
Su Hua didn't expect him to be so happy, so she hesitated and said, "Why don't you find an appraiser to identify the authenticity?"
Gu Jinyao glanced at the paintings on the table and said in a very determined tone, "Bada Shanren's ink painting art is unique in ancient and modern times. It is a masterpiece that is difficult for ordinary people to imitate. Even if you imitate it, you can only imitate it, but you cannot imitate his charm.
This painting has both form and spirit, and it is real at first glance. The seals on it are also real. I believe in my eyesight."
What else did Su Hua want to say.
Shen Yuan touched her hand with his hand and signaled her to stop talking.
Su Hua reported her bank account number.
The other party should have activated the real-time payment function for large-value transfers. After signing the contract, Su Hua received the payment information of 12 million.
Things went so smoothly that Suhua felt a little unreal, confused, and like a dream.
After saying "thank you" to Gu Jinyao, she took the contract and left with Shen Yuan.
When I walked outside the door, I heard a man calling from behind: "Su Hua."
The sound of "Suhua" seemed to be filled with deep emotion.
Somehow, Su Hua suddenly had a thin layer of tears in her eyes.