Of course, Shen Huan didn't write such a calligraphy to sell it.
But looking at this painting with such divine characters, Shen Huan couldn't bear to tear it up like the previous two paintings.
After thinking about it for a long time, Shen Huan simply took it to school the next day and gave it to his math teacher He Qiang.
He Qiang didn't know that Shen Huan was actually a scumbag. He only relied on his good master to have such incredible mathematical abilities. He thought it was his own teachings that led to Shen Huan's enlightenment.
Yes.
He never said that he was the one who taught Shen Huan to be like this. He just said that he showed Shen Huan the way and that Shen Huan's success was entirely due to him.
Others simply would not believe that even if He Qiang played a small role, it would definitely be enough for an ordinary-level academic master.
So in the second half of last year, the "National Special Teacher" qualification certificate that He Qiang had been waiting for for a long time was finally issued, which was also a kind of encouragement and praise for him.
This incident made Lao He feel a little embarrassed and told Shen Huan that he had taken advantage of him.
Shen Huan likes such honest people, so he respects He Qiang very much.
It's almost the Spring Festival, and Shen Huan has never given anything to He Qiang. It just so happens that the calligraphy here is pretty good, so it can be regarded as a gift to him.
He Qiang didn't pay attention at first.
He is a math geek and knows nothing about calligraphy and painting.
Although the speculation of antique calligraphy and painting has been crazy in recent years, he does not have the money or leisure to pay attention.
However, He Qiang was still very happy with the gift Shen Huan gave him. After taking it home, he opened it and put it on the table to admire.
His wife Wang Ling was also a little surprised when she saw it, "Can Shen Huan write such good calligraphy?"
Although she doesn't know how to calligraphy and painting, this font is strong and rigorous and looks very comfortable, so it must not be some scribbling.
"How do I know? But this kid is quite filial." He Qiang chuckled.
In front of his wife, he must be a bit like a famous teacher who has taught a great disciple.
This is indeed something He Qiang deserves to boast about.
He Qiang has a simple and honest personality and only talks to his wife at home.
Wang Ling is different. Now everyone in school and in her circle of friends knows that her husband taught Shen Huan mathematics and was awarded the title of "National Special Teacher".
Although there are many national-level special teachers in Lin'an City, there are not many in each subject, including mathematics, physics, chemistry, Chinese, English and other subjects.
In particular, this national-level special teacher also taught a world-class mathematician, which is even more remarkable.
I don’t know how many relatives and friends begged Wang Ling to add their children to the next mathematics class taught by He Qiang.
There are also many people who are about to take the college entrance examination but are unable to go to the cram school taught by Shen Huan. They want to ask He Qiang to open a math cram school during the holidays to give children a refresher on math.
Even though He Qiang did not agree because he wanted to attend Shen Huan's class and study mathematics on his own, this did not affect Wang Ling's status.
Even the wife of a billionaire, who used to be very arrogant, now looks at Wang Ling politely, with a little compliment and flattery.
After all, who doesn’t have children
Which child doesn’t want to meet a good teacher, study well, and get into a good university
If you don’t respect such a super elite teacher, then who should you respect
Wang Ling, who is in a happy mood, looks much younger and more beautiful during this time.
"Okay, just in time!" Wang Ling suddenly said, "Hurry up and hang this picture on the wall behind the sofa. Later, when Lao Zhu, Lao Chi, and Xiao Qu come, they can also take a look at your disciples. Ability!"
"No need, right?" He Qiang scratched his head and said.
The people Wang Ling mentioned are all He Qiang's good friends since childhood, and have been friends for decades.
It’s almost Chinese New Year here, so everyone came to He Qiang’s house for a gathering, and it was agreed that it would be tonight.
Wang Ling naturally wanted to show off, so she ignored He Qiang's objections and simply went into battle herself and hung up the painting.
When the three old friends came over with their families in the evening, they said a few polite words, and Xiaoqu saw the words with sharp eyes.
"Hey, Brother Qiang, who does this calligraphy of yours belong to? It looks quite interesting, um, it looks very good!" Xiaoqu shook his head.
"It was your brother Qiang's student Shen Huan who wrote it and gave it to him." Wang Ling had been waiting for this opportunity and said with a smile, "I thought the writing was alright, so I just hung up... Lao Chi, it just so happens that you are Expert, come and taste it!”
"Oh? Is it Mr. Lu's work? You have to take a look at it!" Lao Chi, an amateur antique enthusiast, walked over with a smile.
Looking at it like this, he couldn't move his eyes away.
Looking from beginning to end, and then from end to end, Lao Chi's eyes sparkled.
Looking at the signature more carefully, Lao Chi suddenly blurted out: "Holy crap! Isn't this the handwriting of Mr. Haicun?!"
"What Haicun?" Lao Zhu, who was standing next to him, asked casually.
"This... wait a minute!"
Lao Chi didn't reply to him. He took out his mobile phone and after searching it, he found a photo and looked at it carefully several times.
Then he said: "Yes! This is Mr. Haicun's character! Look!"
As he spoke, he showed his phone in front of several people.
I saw an identical picture of "Niannujiao? Red Cliff Nostalgia" on my phone.
Lao Zhu took the phone, looked at it and smiled, "It looks a bit similar, but it's probably an imitation, right? Otherwise, where did the photo of your calligraphy come from? Also, there is only a signature but no seal. Could it be Is it authentic?”
"You don't understand!" Lao Chi also laughed, "This painting "Niannujiao? Chibi Nostalgia" disappeared more than 20 years ago, and it is indeed not the one in Lao He's house now."
"Then it's over, isn't it?" Lao Zhu spread his hands and said.
"Wait until I finish what I'm saying!" Lao Chi glared at him, "But when a calligrapher writes, if they are more serious about writing, they usually won't just pick up the pen and write, but will write several pictures of the same calligraphy first. Practice. Once you have a good feel for it, you can start writing formally."
"I understand!" Xiaoqu suddenly realized, "This is what Mr. Haicun practiced before he officially wrote it!"
"right!"
Lao Chi nodded happily.
"That's wrong." Wang Ling looked at He Qiang, "Husband, didn't you say it was written by Shen Huan?"
He Qiang was also a little confused at this time. He thought about it carefully and then said: "Shen Huan just said that it's Chinese New Year and he gave me a painting. I hope I won't dislike it..."
"Then he didn't say he wrote it himself?" Wang Ling asked.
"No. I thought..."
Before He Qiang finished speaking, Wang Ling interrupted him, "That's right! He just gave it to you, how can he say it's his own? It's just that the attitude of giving it was a bit casual, so you thought it was his pen practice. It’s a masterpiece, right?”
He Qiang nodded.
"Lao Chi, how much do you think this calligraphy is worth?" Xiaoqu said with a smile, "Mr. Haicun is a well-known calligrapher and educator in Zhejiang Province. I think it should be worth thirty to fifty thousand, right? "
"Three to fifty thousand?" Lao Chi snorted, "His reputation in Zhejiang and Vietnam is very high. He has a lot of disciples and grandchildren. If it is a seal, one square foot is worth 50,000! This calligraphy is written on eight-foot rice paper. It’s one size larger than the original six-foot rice paper, a full 26 square feet! According to me, it’s at least 500,000 yuan!”
"500000!?"
Wang Ling was shocked, "Isn't this talking about pen practice? Is pen practice so expensive?"
"Although it's just a practice calligraphy, the characters are written very well and are no different from the finished product." Lao Chi said, "It's worth the price! Especially when it has disappeared, it becomes even more precious. ! I don’t know who gave it to Teacher Lu, maybe Teacher Lu doesn’t know it’s so precious!”
"I don't believe it!" Lao Zhu shook his head, "Even if it's Lao Hai, it's possible for the draft to sell for thirty to fifty thousand, or even seventy or eighty thousand, but if you want to say 500,000, it's absolutely impossible!!"
Everyone also expressed disbelief.
Lao Chi smiled and said, "Well, how about I take a photo of this calligraphy and send it to our calligraphy and painting group and let them estimate the price? There are a lot of rich people here, so just take it if you don't know for sure. I bought it for you for 500,000 yuan!”
"Haha, it's impossible!" Wang Ling waved her hand, "Then just send it! Let's see how much it is worth."
Everyone took it as a joke, and even He Qiang didn't stop it.
Lao Chi didn't hesitate and took a panoramic photo and sent it to the calligraphy and painting group.
He also added a sentence.
"I saw a piece of calligraphy with good calligraphy. Let's see what price it can fetch."
After sending it, he smiled and said: "Okay, let's eat first, there will be news later!"
"good!"
Wang Ling didn't take it seriously and quickly served the food and wine to the table, and everyone began to eat and drink lively.
When adults get together, of course they have to drink some wine.
While the adults were drinking and chatting, a group of children did not stay still. Lao Chi's son took out his father's mobile phone and started playing games with the children.
Only when everyone was sat on the sofa drinking tea after having had enough wine and food did Xiaoqu remember the joke and argument just now.
"By the way, Lao Chi, where is your cell phone? Take it out quickly and see what others say!"
"oh!"
Lao Chi also drank a lot. After hearing this, he subconsciously touched his pockets and didn't find his cell phone for a long time.
"Where is my cell phone? Strange? Where has it gone?"
"Is it in the hands of your son?"
Seeing him like this, his wife said something, then walked to the room where the children were, and soon took out his mobile phone.
"Haha, this kid knows how to play games all day long! He doesn't pay so much attention to his studies."
After taking the phone, Lao Chi smiled and cursed before opening WeChat and the calligraphy and painting group.