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Sometimes Li Sansheng really doesn't understand this country. He calls the rich and drive the poor to be prosperous together, but in fact, the gap between the rich and the poor is increasing. The poor are even poorer, relying on the mountains and rivers to eat water. If there is no mountains and rivers, you will look at the sky. Children are hungry and have no learning to go to, and the elderly have no place to support them in their old age. On the contrary, the rich are richer, arrogant, extravagant, lewd, relaxed, relaxed, extravagant, and comparison of luxury. Do you really have to be like what Matthew says, so that there are more and nothing to have nothing?

Looking at the group of rich people outside the window competing, Li Sansheng had no choice but to do anything. He was not a savior and could only do what he could.

Tonight, most people are bosses from Inner Mongolia, Shanxi, Zhejiang, and Inner Mongolia, who have completely withdrawn from the property market, have joined this industry one after another. Although there are many furniture shipments and have encountered a cold wave, judging from the situation tonight, the calligraphy and painting industry is booming. Judging from the high prices of most paintings in front of them, there is a possibility of creating new glory.

At this moment, Mr. Cui Ruzhuo's "Four Seasons Landscapes and Twelve Screens" was already called by buyers who didn't know whether they wanted to buy or join in the fun. Li Sansheng saw that Uncle Long was still sitting firmly on Diaoyutai and drinking tea without any fear of being favored and hummed, and even hummed the famous Peking Opera opera passage "The Lady Drunken" in his mouth.

"Uncle Long, is it a little taller for Mr. Cui's paintings?" Li Sansheng didn't know much about Mr. Cui's paintings, but what he knew was that in the calligraphy and painting industry, the paintings of living people are far inferior to those of dead people. This is well known. Dead people only have their own works, while living people can continue to create.

"Not high, this painting has exceeded 100 million, and I don't think it is high either." Li Yanhuang shook his head and said with a smile. Li Sansheng was stunned by Uncle Long's words. Uncle Long's estimate of this painting actually exceeded 100 million. That is really as what Uncle Long said, the price is still very low now.

"You must have not read this "Twelve Screens of Four Seasons Landscapes" carefully. It is not a painting, but twelve paintings." Li Yanhuang said softly. Li Sansheng turned his head and looked at the big screen carefully. It was indeed twelve paintings, which were different and magnificent, which shows how profound Mr. Cui's skills are.

"Do you know the finger painting? These twelve paintings are all reference paintings. Although Cui Ruzhuo has many finger paintings on four screens, there are only one of them on the twelve screens." Li Yanhuang smiled and continued, saying

Li Sansheng finally understood why Uncle Long was so in love with "Four Seasons Landscapes and Twelve Screens". The twelve paintings, all of which were pointed to the paintings, were of great value.

Li Sansheng had some understanding of finger painting. As the name suggests, a painting made by dipping fingers into ink is a special painting method in traditional Chinese painting. Grandpa said before that only those who strokes can achieve great success can achieve some achievements in finger painting. The founding of finger paintings is based on the "Records of Famous Paintings of All Ages" written by Zhang Yanyuan of the Tang Dynasty: "In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, in a Bi Hong, the official Shaoyin of Jingzhao was the son of the left son, and was a famous contemporary master who was good at painting ancient pines. Du Fu once wrote "Double" for him

" "When Bi Shuzi saw that Zhang Qi only used a bald pen or touched the plain silk with his hands, he asked what he felt, and Qi replied: "Learn from the outside, you will get the source of the heart." However, in the thousands of years from the Tang Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty, not only did the remains of finger paintings among famous ancient painters, nor did the name of finger paintings and comments about finger paintings, and even Zhang Qi's works could not be examined. It was not until the Qing Dynasty that Gao Qipei appeared, but finger paintings were still a very biased type in traditional Chinese calligraphy and painting.

"I think my adoptive father told you about finger painting, probably too, too, Gao Qipei and Pan Tianshou. That is, there were Gao Qipei in the Qing Dynasty, Pan Tianshou in modern times, and Zhou Zhengyuan in contemporary times, but if you want to say that you can establish a school, Cui Ruzhuo was the only one who could establish a school." Li Yanhuang stood up and patted Li Sansheng on the shoulder, looked at the "Four Seasons Landscapes and Twelve Screens" on the big screen, and said lightly.

At the same time, in another private room on the second floor of Zijin Hall, a man and a woman were also looking at the twelve screens of "Four Seasons Landscapes and Twelve Screens" outside the window. The man was nearly two meters tall, and the four words "tall and mighty" were truly explained here. His shocking muscles were supposed to be a specially ordered black suit, but this two-meter-high muscle bomb was wearing a suit very funny. The man looked outside the window as if he was injected with chicken blood, looking disdainful, but he was as gentle as a cat when he looked at the woman.

"Aunt Su, it's 45 million, we won't take action yet." Although the man looked stupid, he spoke without any haste. He was extremely steady and could not say that he was big and round, but he was inherent in small and perfect.

"Cui Ruzhuo's paintings are so expensive?" the man asked in confusion.

As soon as the man finished speaking, the door of the private room was pushed open. A woman came in. Jiade Wang Nanyan. The woman sitting on the sofa chuckled and stood up and said, "Sister, who do you think this painting will fall tonight?"

"You have the possibility of this in the three families," Wang Nanyan said softly, but he did not reveal any additional information. This is the rules of this industry. Rules are rules. If they cannot be broken, they will be ruined.

"Oh" The woman was not surprised when she heard this. She continued to look at the situation outside. The man continued to ask, "Aunt Wang, is Cui Ruzhuo's words really so expensive?"

"Mr. Rao Zongyi said that writing is mainly based on qi, and painting is the same. Ruan Ji used qi as a poem. Zhuang Sheng said: Fuxi obtained it to expose the mother of Qi, and the mother of the pen is the mother of the pen. Weng Ji used the power of the stone drum to accumulate its qi. Mr. Cui Cheng Kuchan's brush and ink are more and more open, and he is especially able to lift it and control it. This is why he is an elite in the painting world. What do you think?" Wang Nanyan said with a smile.

She is quite knowledgeable about Cui Ruzhuo's words, and the general trend is that over the years, Mr. Cui's paintings have been sold at Christie's Hanhai Jiade. A few days ago, Hanhai's autumn auction specially held a special session for Mr. Cui's Chinese paintings. All 16 paintings on the spot exceeded 10 million, pushing Mr. Cui's words to the peak of a living painter. Originally, this most important "Four Seasons Landscapes and Twelve Screens" was also in the special session of Hanhai. However, after several heavyweights asked about this painting, she offended Hanhai and used the connections and favors left by her father to come to the door to seek painting, which made Mr. Jiade take the lead.

Tonight, Wang Hui's "Tang Dynasty Poetry Pictures" and Qi Baishi's high-end fine "Landscape Album" will exceed 100 million. She will not be surprised or concerned about whether the "Four Seasons Landscape Twelve Screens" can exceed 100 million.

"Mr. Cui Ruzhuo's paintings are as simple and thick as a person, with wetness in the green, magnificent and cleverness, with a clear personality, free retention, and no sense of cultivation, so this is not expensive, and it is a rare opportunity to create a school." After Wang Nanyan finished speaking, the woman smiled and added that she was obviously in love with this painting "Four Seasons Landscapes and Twelve Screens". Wang Nanyan nodded with a light chuckling. In her opinion, this woman and Li Yanhuang were more likely to obtain this painting tonight.

"No. 355 has bid 60 million, and is there anyone more than 60 million?" After No. 35 has bid 60 million, the auctioneer shouted excitedly. He did not expect Cui Ruzhuo's paintings to be sold at this price, which is higher than the paintings of the deceased painter. It was surprising, it was really unexpected.

"It's sixty million, Aunt Su, we should take action." After hearing the auctioneer shouting sixty million, the man glanced at the woman and asked softly. The woman finally nodded, so the man paid sixty five million and increased the price by five million in one breath. It was grand and mighty.

"The auctioneer of "The No. 6 private room is worth 65 million" seems to be crazy. It is a miracle that Mr. Cui's paintings were sold at this price in his hands.

"Cui Ruzhuo debuted very early and has a deep learning. He has been practicing calligraphy since he was a child, and his calligraphy was deeply influenced by Mr. Zheng Songxian; and he has been learning painting for Mr. Li Kuchan in painting..." Li Yanhuang, who was talking roughly to Li Sansheng, knew that the big buyers had just made their debut at this time.

As expected, after calling 65 million, someone bid 68 million. However, there were fewer and fewer buyers on the field, and those who watched the fun were afraid that they would be trapped and left the venue early to watch.

"Second, 70 million," Li Yanhuang said lightly.

At this moment, Li Sansheng knew that Uncle Long had finally taken action, 70 million.

"The private room No. 8 has a bid of 70 million yuan, and is there anyone more than 70 million yuan?"

Everyone on the field looked at the No. 8 private room at the same time. The owner of this private room had just won the "Pipa Song Poetry" of Fu Baoshi, and now he has set his sights on Cui Ruzhuo's "Four Seasons Landscapes and Twelve Screens", which is really a big deal.

Hearing that the private room No. 8 bid for 70 million, the woman in the private room No. 6 frowned slightly and said softly, "75 million"

"Second, 80 million" The price of the No. 6 private room was just finished, and Li Yanhuang then offered 80 million, but Li Sansheng became a completely off-site class. He just felt that Uncle Long spent so much money to celebrate his grandfather's birthday, and what would his grandfather think when he knew about it.

Private room No. 6, "Aunt Su, are you still shouting?" Hearing that the price had already reached 80 million, the man asked the woman softly, and the woman nodded unmovedly.

Just when the man was about to shout 85 million, a young man suddenly shouted 85 million on the field. The scene was in an instant, and the woman and the man frowned at the same time.

"Young Master, our target is not this." As soon as the man finished calling, an old man sitting next to him whispered. At the same time, everyone around, including the scene, also targeted the young man. Unexpectedly, there were big fish in the hall. Li Sansheng and Li Yanhuang from the No. 8 private room also looked there.

"Uncle Yang, don't worry, I'll finish the game. Don't worry, I'll just shout it once." However, the next sentence from the young and handsome man made everyone around him want to die. The old man named Uncle Yang was even more shocked and could only pray that the private rooms of No. 6 and No. 8 should bid quickly.

"Aunt?"

"Uncle?"

"Dugu, 90 million"

"Three lives, don't wait any more"

"The price of private room No. 6 is 90 million, 90 million. Is there anyone who has higher bids than the price of private room No. 6? Is there any?" The auctioneer was completely crazy, but he believed that the madness would continue.

"Second, 100 million" Li Yanhuang bid again, and Li Sansheng was completely helpless. There was no way, and he could not stop what Uncle Long decided, and he would increase the price by 10 million at a time. If he was not mistaken, Uncle Long would win the painting no matter how much the price he paid today.

"100 million, the private room No. 8 bid for 100 million, 100 million." He is no longer a person, he is not a human being, the auctioneer has completely become Huang Jianxiang, even more so, the scene was in full swing, and the paintings with a price of 10 million were sold at 10 million, which can definitely become a legend in the domestic calligraphy and painting world. They were lucky enough to witness today that Cui Ruzhuo completely stepped onto the altar, the altar of a living painter.

"Aunt Su?"

"give up"

"Aunt Su"

"give up"

After a few seconds, no one bid at the scene. Everyone looked at the private room No. 6, but the private room No. 6 was not moving for a long time. They looked at the young man who had just bid 85 million, but the young man looked more like he was asleep after closing his eyes.

"No one? OK, 100 million at a time"

A few seconds...

"100 million twice"

A few more seconds...

"100 million, three times, transactions"

The hammer...

"Congratulations to the private room No. 8, "Four Seasons Landscapes and Twelve Screens" will belong to you"

Private Room No. 8, the dust settled...

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Chapter completed!