When Zheng Zhongshan heard this, he immediately exploded, "How is this possible? These paintings were given to us by you. They were gifts from friends. We all have to pass them on as family heirlooms."
For the people from the Chinese Painting Association, their faces are glowing now. They stole the show at international art exhibitions.
What shocked them even more was that these paintings gave them a shocking feeling, and it was a shock that they could not imagine. When they looked at it at a glance, their whole hearts were filled with these paintings, and there was nothing else to occupy them.
Two days have passed, and he now understands how terrible it is for this person to suddenly become famous, especially when his pen and ink become red, which makes many people want to ask for paintings.
"I'm back. You don't know. On the day of the art exhibition, I don't know how many people were attracted. When everyone saw your paintings, the expressions on their faces were so rich. If you saw it, you would definitely laugh to death."
It is extremely hot and frightening. I am afraid that for them, they would like to tie themselves up, lock themselves in a small dark room, and force themselves to draw every day. If they don't draw, they will not be given food.
"Okay, okay..." Qi Yong clapped his hands, his face slightly red, as if he had seen some rare treasure, "Master Lin is indeed extraordinary. He is obviously a scholar with in-depth research on the Song Dynasty."
Lin Fan nodded, "Understood, by the way, didn't I draw one for you and Lao Yue? Do you also want to put it in the museum?"
Lin Fan didn't expect that his paintings could be put into the museum, so he immediately laughed and said, "Okay, you can arrange it."
"A national treasure, a stunning work that will be passed down for generations."
Although this is created by a modern master, it is different from other masters.
Magic City.
Lin Fan smiled, "Old Zheng, who do you think I am? Can I still trust you? You will never trick me."
Zheng Zhongshan was very happy to gain Lao Lin's trust. Then he thought of something, "Oh, by the way, don't paint for others easily in the future. Your works are now starting from tens of millions, which is extraordinary, and this is still the lowest estimate. There are basically no works in today's society that can reach your level, but the artistic value of your works is really too high, too high, completely beyond the limits of art, so you should understand what I mean."
Qi Yong waved his hand, "Let me take a closer look. What is shown in the painting is the cultural scenery on both sides of Bianjing. This can be found in history books, but it is incredible to be able to express it in a painting."
"Professor Qi, is the value of this painting really that high?" asked another old man. He also studies the history of the Song Dynasty, but compared with Qi Yong, there is still a little difference.
These masters came out in high spirits, and the most authoritative old man among them only left one sentence.
A group of old men poured in, including historians and masters of art appreciation. Their main purpose of coming here was to study these ten paintings.
For them, they regard Lao Lin's paintings as treasures. Although the artistic value is not as good as those ten paintings, they are still top-notch and valuable.
If those ancient paintings didn't have historical bonuses, they might not be as good as these paintings.
Qi Yong is a historian of the Song Dynasty. He is very famous in the country and is one of the best. He has countless disciples and is very authoritative. He specializes in studying the humanistic atmosphere of the Song Dynasty. He is already seventy this year, but he is full of energy. As soon as he comes in, he is nowhere to be found. I didn’t go, but went directly to the “Along the River During the Qingming Festival” scene.
This is the pinnacle of work, and I am afraid no one can surpass it.
Until the evening.
Especially after gradually getting deeper, the more they looked, the more frightened they became. Even after zooming in, the details in the painting were handled so well, the brushstrokes were flawless, and even flowed smoothly. This is impossible to see in modern times.
It’s a little scary just thinking about it.
Of course, the international art exhibition was not all smooth sailing. On the second day, there was an international thief who wanted to steal the paintings. Unfortunately, Zheng Zhongshan had already brought people here to protect these paintings. Even at night, there were people guarding these paintings. Paintings around.
"You don't have to worry about it. Strangers don't do it. Acquaintances gave it a thumbs up and died." Lin Fan said helplessly.
Without Zhengshan having to say more, he knew what those expressions would be like, anything other than shock.
And those masters of Chinese painting appreciation also devoted themselves to the paintings.
Countless foreign art masters wish they could sleep in art exhibitions, looking at and studying these paintings every day. Some masters even became very interested in Chinese painting because of these paintings.
Even if it can be surpassed, only Lao Lin himself can surpass it.
When he first saw the painting "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", his eyes never moved away.
There was silence for a minute.
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National Museum.
In a spacious exhibition hall, ten paintings have been protected.
"Haha." Lin Fan laughed, "Okay, okay, Lao Zheng, I'll leave these arrangements to you, I don't care about that much."
"Old Zheng, are you back?"
Zheng Zhongshan said, "Old Lin, listen to me. Putting these ten paintings of yours into the museum will be of great benefit to you. Don't think too much about me, Old Zheng, cheating you. There is no one who can put your paintings into the museum in modern times." A few of them, and as long as you put them in, the value will be terrifyingly high. According to my estimation, you will be passed down for generations."
Every time the veterans of Yunli Street look at me, their eyes are very different from before.
At this time, Zheng Zhongshan said excitedly: "The person in charge of the International Art Exhibition communicated with us and hoped to rent your ten paintings to continue the exhibition, but we refused. How can these treasures be handed over to them? They must be I have to take them back to China, and I have contacted the National Museum to donate these ten paintings of yours. These paintings of yours are of high artistic value, and their historical value is even higher."
When we were at the art exhibition center, a rich man offered 20 million to buy one, but was rejected directly. Can these be described by money
In terms of artistic value alone, these paintings can reach the pinnacle. Compared with those cultural relics and ancient paintings, they are much higher than those of ancient paintings. They are not of the same order of magnitude.
If the news that it has been included in the National Museum is spread, the value of Lao Lin's painting will be extraordinary. It will skyrocket like a rocket.
Even among the famous paintings of ancient masters, it is impossible to be so perfect.
Zheng Zhongshan smiled mysteriously, "Old Lin, your life is going to be difficult soon. I saw the human-shaped banknotes. From now on, the number of people asking for paintings will be huge, so you have to hold on tight."
They were all authorities, and when they studied these paintings carefully, their hearts began to surge.
It's a pity that those international thieves have nothing to do.
As soon as Lin Fan got up, Zheng Zhongshan's call came.