Chapter 1411

Not to mention the industry leader, but also half of the leader, good at ink painting, also good at sketch, before his hand was not injured, the two actually only had a few sides, not too familiar.

"Xiaohai, is your hand really all right?" Bi Bingzhang is concerned.

A painter.

My hands are broken.

It's more painful than losing your life.

"Well, it's exactly the same as before." Yunhai smiles happily. Although there are still some scars, it doesn't affect painting. He thinks that the whole journey to Burma was arranged by Tang Qing.

He was very grateful.

"That's good, that's good." Bi Bingzhang nodded.

Introduced his wife and daughter.

"Mr. Bi, please come in." Get out of the way.

"Please."

Bi Bingzhang is not polite either. He walks into the courtyard and looks at the vegetables planted on both sides, as well as an old but cleaned tricycle. He can think about the life of Yunhai in recent years.

Well.

It's still a long time ago.

I'm not famous, but I'm not hungry.

Go into the living room.

Bi Bingzhang aimed his eyes at the wall.

All of a sudden, one of the many paintings brightened his eyes. If other paintings were clumsy, then this one was the epitome of this school.

Good.

Good.

Good.

The old man said three good things in a row.

Turn around.

"Did you draw this picture?" Although Bi Bingzhang didn't believe it, he still asked Yunhai.

Cloud sea shakes his head: "it's not me."

"Who is that? Which master? " Bi Bingzhang said curiously that he knew all the masters in the industry. This style of writing is much cleaner than the sea of clouds. It has the feeling of being complex and simple.

What's more.

It seems to reveal the vigor and indomitability of young people.

This is not the mood of a middle-aged person.

Wen Yan.

Think of Tang Qing's face.

The sea of clouds shook its head slightly.

"Master? He should be a master, but he is not famous in the industry. "

"It's impossible. This kind of painting is not famous in the industry. It's very good. It's decisive. It doesn't have a trace of superfluous brushwork. We can see that it's profound, powerful and powerful."

Bi Bingzhang praised again and again.

Don't want to expose Tang Qing

Yunhai quickly changed the topic: "Bi Lao, let's have some rice first, a little home-made food, let's neglect it."

"It doesn't matter. I just like home cooking."

After flying all morning, Bi Bingzhang was also a little hungry.

During the meal.

Bi Bingzhang kept asking, but Gu said nothing about him.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bi. I'm also learning other people's skills. He likes to keep a low profile. All his paintings are only for friends, not for sale."

"Not for sale? It doesn't matter if the price is a little higher. "

Bi Bingzhang thinks he has some strength.

Wen Yan.

The sea of clouds has a bitter smile.

Money?

People who are poor have money left. Will you care about your money? Even if RMB 1.8 million is thrown on the ground, people may not be willing to stoop to pick it up. Yunhai has no choice but to say, "it's not a matter of money. He is not short of money."

"Not short of money?"

Bi Bingzhang frowned.

"Well." The sea of clouds nodded.

Other people's things.

You can't start.

"What about your painting, 300000." Bi Bingzhang aimed at the painting on the wall.

The sea of clouds shook his head. "Sorry."

"Half a million."

"It's not a matter of money, I like it very much, and I dare not sell his paintings." Yunhai shakes his head firmly. He dares not sell Tang Qing's paintings for five million.

Otherwise.

I have no face to ask for advice in the future.

This relationship.

He didn't want to lose.

Tang trillion, the richest man in China, is that what ordinary people can know?

“。。。”

Bi Bingzhang is speechless.

For a living painter, a painting of several hundred thousand is already very high. Everyone knows that the painting will be high only after death, because it's easy to speculate, "is it so mysterious? Is that man in Shanghai

"Yes."

"Very rich?"

"Very rich."

"How much money?"

"Well... How rich you are, how small you are. " Cloud sea think of Tang Qing's worth, is also a little dizzy brain. At a glance, the mountain is small, which is the true portrayal of Tang Qing today.

A glimpse of the mountains?

That should be very rich.

But Bi Bingzhang didn't figure out who he was. He didn't come from Shanghai stock market. He had heard about some of the rich people here, but he didn't even know the right person. "What do you want to say?"Bi Bingzhang said with a bitter smile.

"I dare not say." The sea of clouds shook his head.

"Why?"

"I'm afraid you're going to disturb others. My status is low. Only with his permission can I dare to use his skills. He's not in the circle. He just wants to make love well and has reached the peak."

“。。。”

You are going to blow into the sky.

"All right. If you don't say it, you are still so old-fashioned. " Bi Bingzhang is also helpless.

"I can't help it. I'm afraid."

The sea of clouds smiles bitterly.

"He can eat people."

“。。。”

After dinner.

They went out and exchanged painting skills.

Five in the afternoon.

"I'll arrange it with the painting association."

"Thank you, bilao."

Identity.

It's important in this business.

"It's your own skill. Don't you want to say that?"

"I dare not."

"Well, it will come out one day."

"But I'm afraid to do" thank you, bilao. "

It's over.

Bi Bingzhang left, feeling a little depressed. He thought he could explore the founder of this school and exchange ideas. He didn't expect to know any useful information, but only one thing.

The master.

It's not bad for money.