Zhu Ping'an held the stack of scrolls carefully and as if they were treasures on his way back, as if he were holding stacks of gold bars. Not only were there golden stars twinkling in his eyes, he even seemed to be floating with happiness as he walked.
"Sir, they are just a few practice pieces of the fat man's work. Why do you treat them as treasures? Your calligraphy and painting are not a hundred times better than his." Liu Dadao was very puzzled and said doubtfully.
"This is the treasure." Zhu Ping'an smiled meaningfully, then took out a scroll of calligraphy and handed it to Liu Dadao, "Dadao, here, this is yours."
Liu Dadao waved his hand and rejected Zhu Ping'an's kindness. He was disgusted with the fat man's paintings. "Sir, I don't want the paintings of that sloppy fat man. I feel uncomfortable with this painting even when I take it back to the toilet."
Wipe your ass?!
You use this painting to wipe your butt?! You are really extravagant! A hundred times more extravagant than the Arab tycoons who use gold toilet paper!
but!
Liu Dadao is really capable of such a thing. Forget it, it would be a waste of talent to give him this calligraphy and painting.
Zhu Ping'an had no choice but to take the calligraphy and painting back.
"Sir, I feel that all the delicious food and fish these days is too cheap for that sloppy and shameless fat guy..." Liu Dadao said.
Cheap?!
No!
Any of these paintings, if put in the future, could be sold for tens of millions. The value of one painting was enough to treat the fat man to a lifetime of feasting, not to mention the eight paintings in his hand.
So, not only did he not get any advantage from the fat guy, on the contrary, he actually took huge advantage of him.
Of course, I can't tell Liu Dadao these words, and even if I tell him, he won't believe it.
Liu Dadao didn't know the value of the painting, and even if he forced the painting on Liu Dadao, he wouldn't treasure it. Liu Dadao was a rough man, and he had a prejudice against fat people. If he had the painting, he would probably wipe his ass in a few days. Even if he didn't wipe his ass, it was estimated that the end would not be much better, and he couldn't keep it at all.
Therefore, this painting is destined to be out of Liu Dadao's reach, so let it remain in my hands, and give Dadao other compensation. I will treasure these paintings, and not only that, I will also set up a family motto, strictly instructing future generations to carefully treasure these calligraphy and paintings.
These calligraphy and paintings are the precious treasures that he leaves to his descendants. Auctioning any one of them in the future will be enough for the family to get through a difficult time.
Um?!
Think about it this way, shouldn't we take advantage of the opportunity to get more out of the fat guy? ! This fat guy is a spendthrift. When he has money, he spends it lavishly and has no concept of saving. When he has no money, he sells paintings for wine and sells paintings to make ends meet. In addition, he is aloof and arrogant, behaves in a free and unrestrained manner, and hates the rich and powerful. He won't go to banquets hosted by the rich and powerful to ask for his paintings, but the common people in the neighborhood can exchange his paintings for a handful of vegetables, a fish, or a glass of wine. The common people have a difficult life and don't know the value of his paintings. They don't cherish his paintings and keep very few of them. In addition, due to family reasons, not many of his works have been passed down to later generations. If I get more out of him, it can be regarded as helping his works to be passed down to later generations.
Of course, you can't just grab a sheep and pluck it, like Xu Jie, Wang Shizhen, Zhang Siwei, Zhang Juzheng, Gao Gong, etc., you have to pluck a few whenever you have the chance. Oh, by the way, the imperial edicts and small notes of Emperor Jiajing should be treasured, these wool, no, these calligraphy and paintings will be worth a fortune in the future.
This is much more cost-effective than any investment!
At this moment, Xu Jie, Wang Shizhen, Zhang Siwei, Gao Gong and others who were far away in the capital sneezed for no apparent reason...
In the study room at midnight, Zhu Ping'an unfolded the eight paintings that he had packed from Fatty on his desk, and he admired them with great interest. Two paintings of grapes in ink, one of which was grapes after the rain, with just a few strokes, he drew the spirit of the crystal raindrops on the grapes; a crab painting, with lotus leaves withering and crabs crawling, the crabs in the painting were particularly interesting, it seemed that Fatty's crabs were not eaten in vain, he loved to eat crabs, and his paintings were also both realistic and realistic; three paintings of bamboo and chrysanthemum, and two paintings of banana and stone, all of which were both realistic and realistic, and full of creativity.
"Haha, what kind of crappy painting is this, sir? It's not worth it for sir to sit here and admire it for half an hour."
While Zhu Ping'an was appreciating the paintings with great interest, Hua'er came over with hot tea and snacks. She put the tea and snacks aside and curiously glanced at the painting that her brother-in-law had been appreciating for half an hour. Looking at the large and small clumps of ink with unclear layers on the painting, she couldn't help but giggled, covering her mouth.
"This is not a crappy painting. This is a painting of grapes. The brush and ink are flying and the painting is full of passion. It is not about the shape, but the meaning."
Zhu Pingan commented.
"I don't understand... I think my brother-in-law's casual doodles are better than his paintings." Hua'er looked at Zhu Ping'an with stars in her eyes.
My random doodles are better than Fatty's?! Zhu Ping'an blushed when he heard what Hua'er said.
The doodles I drew casually are better than those drawn by the fat guy. The doodles drawn by the fat guy with his feet are better than those drawn with his heart.
I have to admit this. Fatty is talented in painting. As for me, my handwriting is good, but I can forget about painting. Although I have modern experience and some Western painting techniques, I only have a basic understanding of them, just the level of a beginner. I may be able to draw some small cartoons, but in terms of artistic value, I can't compare with masters like Fatty.
"Haha, I think he has become stupid from reading so much. He actually treats such a messy painting as a treasure."
The sarcastic voice of the evil woman Ruonan came from behind.
Zhu Ping'an has now gotten used to the evil woman appearing like a ghost, because she is good at light work and walks silently, so he got used to it after being scared for a while.
Under the puzzled gaze of Hua'er and the mocking look of the evil woman Ruonan, Zhu Ping'an admired the eight paintings for a long time before he reluctantly put them away one by one and treasured them carefully.
"Tsk, you didn't even want that messy painting of yours even though you gave it to us for free, and you hid it so well..."
When the evil woman Ruonan saw how cautious Zhu Ping'an was, she couldn't help but roll her eyes and pout sarcastically.
The one who cannot recognize gold and jade is you.
Zhu Pingan turned around and glanced at the enchanting woman Ruonan with a smile, shrugged his shoulders, "Your broken painting is my treasure."
"Where are the treasures? Hua'er, you should ask a good doctor to take a good look at your brother-in-law's eyes and head. I think he is either blind or his head was kicked by a donkey..." Upon hearing this, the evil woman Ruonan rolled her eyes at Zhu Ping'an and said to Hua'er in an exaggerated tone.
"Bah, bah, bah, what are you talking about? You are the one who is blind and has a broken brain..."
When Hua'er heard the witch Ruonan saying bad things about Zhu Ping'an, she immediately bit her lip and glared at her hard.