Chi Feibai brought Xiao Yun's calligraphy to the most advanced calligraphy and painting museum in Zhongyang City, and wanted to ask the curator to frame the calligraphy for him.
The curator of the painting and calligraphy museum is an old lady in her seventies, wearing a refined cheongsam and a pair of necklace-style folding reading glasses around her neck.
When she saw this calligraphy, she couldn't believe her eyes, and asked Chi Feibai tremblingly: "Mr. Chi, I wonder which famous artist you got this calligraphy from?
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Chi Feibai stroked his beard, his face full of pride.
He knew that no one who had seen this calligraphy would not praise it.
"This piece of calligraphy was just written by an old friend when he was very bored. It will make you laugh."
What?!
What you wrote casually when you were bored?!
The cursive lines of this painting are elegant, straight and wild. Even a person with more than ten years of writing skills would not be able to write it casually!
If it is true as Chi Feibai said, then what would it look like if the writer wrote a word seriously?!
The museum elder's wife folded up the reading glasses in her hand, hesitated for a moment, and then tentatively asked Chi Feibai: "Mr. Chi, I don't know if you plan to sell this cursive painting?"
Chi Feibai brushed his sleeves, shook his head and said, "I won't sell it."
The curator's wife stared at the calligraphy with dazzling eyes and thought for a while, then smiled flatteringly and said: "Mr. Chi, if you are willing to give up this calligraphy, I am willing... to buy it for two million!"
Two million!
This is already an extremely high price!
Even some well-known calligraphers who have been in the circle for many years may not be able to sell their works for this amount!
Not to mention Xiao Yun, a little-known figure in the calligraphy world.
However, as the curator of a calligraphy and painting museum, the old lady naturally has a keen eye.
Although she didn't know whose hand this calligraphy was written, she only took one look and was extremely sure that the person who wrote this calligraphy would definitely become famous in the future!
By then, the value of this calligraphy will be far more than two million.
The museum elder and his wife knew it, and Chi Feibai naturally knew it in his heart.
He shook his head again without hesitation and said with a smile: "Director, this calligraphy was given to me by my friend. How could I give it up?"
The library elder's wife was startled, thinking that Chi Feibai thought her price was too low, so she hurriedly smiled and said: "Child, the price is negotiable! Let's just say a price, be happy, and I will transfer the money immediately!"
Chi Feibai waved his hand: "Director, this is not a matter of price. I really have no intention of selling this calligraphy!"
He finally begged this from Xiao Yun, how could he just resell it like this?
That would be such a loss.
The curator’s wife stared at the calligraphy reluctantly, and continued to persuade her shamelessly: "Mr. Chi, didn’t you say this was a gift from your friend? How about this, you sell me this calligraphy, and I can contact him later.
Wouldn’t it be enough to just write a new one?”
In fact, when faced with the curator's persistent pursuit, Chi Feibai not only didn't feel disgusted, but actually felt a little proud.
After all, if I hadn’t been discovered by myself, I’m afraid such good calligraphy would still have been buried!
If Xiao Yun is a thousand-mile horse, then Chi Feibai must be the one who discovered this thousand-mile horse.
Thinking of this, he felt more and more proud in his heart, but on his face he sighed in a pretense of embarrassment and said: "Oh, curator, writing also takes time and energy. That old friend is a
If you are a busy man, it is still unknown whether you will be able to obtain another piece of his calligraphy! Don't embarrass me."
Upon hearing this, the corners of the museum elder's wife's mouth instantly dropped, looking quite shocked.
Chi Feibai had already refused to do this, and the museum elder and wife couldn't help but force others to do anything. She just sighed, sighed, and sighed again with a sad look on her face!
She hasn't seen such good writing in decades!
The atmosphere is arrogant.
And quite spiritual.
Alas, but I don’t have the chance to own it. It’s so frustrating!
After a while, the curator's wife framed the calligraphy for Chi Feibai.
She reluctantly handed it back to the other party.
Seeing Chi Fei Bai raising his feet to leave the calligraphy and painting gallery, the regret in the heart of the gallery elder's wife made her breathless.
After thinking about it, she finally couldn't help but said: "Wait a minute!"
"Mr. Chi, if you don't want to sell this calligraphy, then... I wonder if you can display it in my venue for three days?" The elder's wife was full of expectation and sincerity.
Even if you can't own such a unique masterpiece, you should at least display it in your own calligraphy and painting gallery for a few days, right?
Chi Feibai thought for a while, then raised his hand and said, "Director, I'm afraid this will disappoint you. That old friend is low-key by nature, so he probably won't be willing to put his works on display."
In the few times he had been in contact with Xiao Yun, he probably knew the other person's character.
Hidden without being exposed, success cannot be achieved.
Hearing this, the corners of the museum elder's wife's mouth almost dropped to the ground.
She sighed heavily and looked completely lost. It took her a while to come back to her senses and said with a forced smile: "Okay, then I won't see Mr. Chi off. You can go slowly."
Chi Feibai nodded slightly, turned around and left the painting and calligraphy studio with this cursive painting.
Twenty minutes later.
In an antique high-end teahouse.
Two immortal old men sat together and drank tea, one of them was Chi Feibai.
Opposite him, there was an old man who looked about the same age as him and was full of energy.
"Brother Chi, do you have something important to do when you come all the way to see me?"
The old man who spoke was Liu An, one of the veterans of the calligraphy world.
I saw him wearing a Tang suit, taking a leisurely sip of tea, and showing everyone's style in his movements.
Chi Feibai smiled and said nothing, and directly handed over the paper in his hand.
"Brother Liu, take a look at this first."
Liu An glanced at the other party suspiciously.
In his impression, Chi Feibai is not someone who likes to be mysterious.
"What? Where did you take photos of celebrities' real photos again?"
Chi Feibai smiled mysteriously: "Oh, you should take a look first!"
Liu An opened the scroll, and the expression in his eyes instantly changed from lazy to shocked!
"This... this word! Did you write this word?" Liu An's hand holding the scroll trembled slightly, with a look of disbelief on his face.
As one of the veterans in the calligraphy world, he has not seen such excellent works for a long time!
Just when he was worried about the future of the calligraphy world, such an exquisite work suddenly appeared in front of him. It was like giving him a pillow when he fell asleep!
Chi Feibai smiled and waved his hand, and said: "Well, since I opened the martial arts school, how can I still have time to write? After so many years, my skills have long been rusty, how can I write such smooth calligraphy?
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When Liu An heard this, he became even more interested and asked quickly: "Then who wrote this calligraphy?"
As soon as he talked about this, Chi Feibai's eyes showed a trace of complacency. He stroked his beard and said with a smile: "I have recently made a close friend. It's a coincidence that he is not only proficient in martial arts, but also good at calligraphy. This work,
It was just something he wrote casually to pass the time."
"Brother Liu, what do you think?"
boom!
Liu An felt like something was exploding in his head, his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
Written casually?
Such words were written casually?!
He didn't believe anything he said.
This line of grass is well-equipped with muscles and bones, and can be retracted and released in a controlled manner. It is simply a stroke of genius!
I can write such vivid words casually, but if I write them seriously...
Liu An shivered for no reason.
He looked at the words in his hand with disbelief and read them carefully over and over again.
Suddenly, he raised his head and asked: "This... was this really written casually by your friend?"
Chi Feibai said dumbfounded: "Yes, it was written casually. If the old man hadn't stopped me, he would have almost thrown this word away as garbage!"
What?!
How can such good words be thrown away as garbage?!
Just when Liu An was still stunned, what Chi Feibai said next shook his outlook even more.