Chapter Eight Hundred Is It? The Old Ancestors Came to Paint.

Chapter 800 Is it? The old ancestors came to paint.

Buying a painting for a painting? !

When the guests around the exhibition heard this, they all looked inside with interest. What are the rules?

Li Can snorted coldly and said loudly: "Sir, although our Country A Painting and Calligraphy Association is not a big organization, it is also a bit famous. The works of the Painting and Calligraphy Association will never be sold."

Even if you have a mountain of gold and silver, you won't sell it!

Of course, this is bragging. If someone really brought a golden mountain over to buy a painting, Li Can thought he could still think about it.

"Seeing that Mr. likes this painting so much, then buy it according to the rules. You can't buy a painting that can produce the level of this painting."

Li Can sneered in his heart for a while, they were used to being cultivators, they always robbed people and things, and anyone dared to forcefully buy their paintings?

Did you wake up from the dream?

"This gentleman, please." The manager suppressed his smile and made a gesture of invitation to Liu Zheng.

Along the way, I saw the Four Treasures of the Study on the long table not far away.

Everyone around took a sigh of relief. Is this asking people to paint on the spot, and then buy paintings with paintings?

Who can paint on the spot as compared to the moon shadow picture on display?

Rao was Liu Zheng's great talent when he was rumored to be the imperial capital, and he was also shocked.

This... going on like this, can he really get his family's heirloom back? Is it really possible to live in a foreign country?

Thinking of this, the blue veins on Liu Zheng's forehead jumped wildly, and he could not wait to go back and slap Liu Yuyou a few more times.

The manager walked to the desk with a smile and was very attentive to help Liu Zheng study ink.

Liu Zheng comes from an aristocratic family. Painting is not difficult for him, but let him improvise a famous painting that is comparable to a family heirloom picture of the shadow of the moon. Why is it not difficult for a strongman?

"Sir, please."

Liu Zheng's face turned red and embarrassed, and his tone couldn't help becoming a little hurried: "This...I..."

In fact, before he came, he had already prepared the money, and he planned to go bankrupt and wanted to buy the paintings back, but this move caught him off guard.

The head of the department of the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts squeezed into the crowd, pushed the presbyopic glasses on the bridge of his nose to watch the scene, caught a glimpse of Liu Zheng who was embarrassed, and couldn't help but say, "Can I paint for this young man?"

Li Can stared at it: "Yes, yes."

You just painted the sky, and he is not satisfied, so don't buy the painting.

The surrounding audience exclaimed: "He is the dean of the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts,

Specializing in Chinese painting, he has countless disciples! Be a master of painting! "

"I'm going, is it the master who drew the comics in the national style for "The Story of the Mountain Moon"? That was my picture book when I was a child! I miss it so much!"

"The real painting boss is here!"

"..."

The head of the department smiled, thought for a moment, picked up the brush and dropped it on the white rice paper, and the ink dropped various images on the rice paper.

The eyes of the surrounding audience were straight, and some even took out their mobile phones and started the live broadcast.

This is the work of a true painting master!

Li Can's face became more and more difficult to look. On the first day of the exhibition, someone came to smash the venue?

About an hour later, the head of the department put down the brush and looked at Li Can with a smile: "What do you think?"

Everyone present was screaming, this is the real master of painting!

Look at the level of this Chinese painting, the snow plum under the shadow of the moon, the pure master level!

The video host in the live room shouted excitedly to the camera: "I really saw a visual feast today!"

Li Can was expressionless: "I don't think it can compare to this picture of the shadow of the moon. I'm sorry that our calligraphy and painting fair can't be sold."

Everyone was shocked, is this still not comparable?

The head of the department, Hua Bai, frowned.

Just when everyone was filled with righteous indignation, a still smiling voice came in along the cold wind: "Really? Then I'll paint."