Chapter 332 Is This Painting so Valuable?

A majestic middle-aged man in a military uniform with three stars on his shoulders, a colonel-level military rank, descended from the aggressive military vehicle.

This is Liang Guoping. More than ten years ago, Su's father, Su Guorong, served as the old head of the guards in the army. Liang Guoping, who was still the head of the regiment at the time, has successfully been promoted to the rank of colonel and is a division commander of the Fujian Military Region Group Army.

"Old Chief! Old Chief... I am looking forward to you... Hurry up...Old Chief Hurry and sit inside..."

Su Guorong, Su's father, who was already restless and looking forward to it, burst into tears when he saw the old chief Liang Guoping, who had not seen him for more than ten years. The scenes of military life back then seemed to be all poured out at this moment. Although he hadn't seen Liang Guoping for more than ten years, he was not alienated or unfamiliar at all. With a standard military salute, Su Guorong kept his eyes fixed and stared at the old chief Liang Guoping.

"Guo Rong! We haven't seen each other for more than ten years, and so many years have passed in a flash. You are very promising! It's really amazing, you have given birth to such a powerful baby! I'm proud of you!"

Liang Guoping's eyes are very firm, and his face is also the kind of middle-aged demeanor that has experienced the vicissitudes of life in the world. Without the daring drive of young people, he is more calm. Seeing the guard Su Guorong, who he hadn't seen for many years, also remembered the glorious time when he was the head of the regiment when he was young. Many memories have been deposited in the long river of time, and now more than ten years have passed, and the brothers who fought side by side in those days have all achieved their own achievements.

When Liang Guoping first took office in the Fujian Military Region, he unexpectedly received a call from Su Guorong. When he heard that Su Guorong invited him to participate in his son's graduation celebration, he was very excited. Knowing that Su Guorong's son, Su Lin, passed the examination for the number one scholar in science in Fujian Province, he was even more congratulated. Now he gave a thumbs up and praised happily.

"The old boss has won the prize! Xiaolin from our family has just worked hard in his studies. Hurry up, the old boss, please come in..."

Su Guorong said modestly, and then quickly let his old chief enter.

"There are still a lot of people! Guorong! I'm sorry, I'm late."

After Liang Guoping entered the yard, he saw that the people in the yard were crowded together, and the voices were full.

The sharp-eyed Liang Guoping noticed Fang Liping, the mayor of Jian'an City, who was sitting at the first table, "You even invited Mayor Fang? You have a lot of face!"

"The old chief has praised me. This is because Mayor Fang's daughter and my son Su Lin are classmates, so they came together for face. Mayor Fang came in a private capacity, and it is my son Su Lin's face. How can I have such a big face. Hehe..."

The first table is the main table, and the most distinguished guests of the Su family are sitting on it. Su Guoguang, the uncle of Su Lin, is in charge. Su Guorong hurriedly led the old chief Liang Guoping to the two empty seats at the table, let Liang Guoping and his guards sit down together, and entertained him: "Old chief, if you sit here, you can also sit with Mayor Fang. Wait for someone to speak."

"Okay, alright... Mayor Fang and I are old acquaintances, although it's not common in the past two years, but when we were in the capital, we had contact with them a few times. Mayor Fang's mother, Mr. Tang, is still the leader of our Chinese painting circle. How about a high-level figure! I personally went to Tang Lao to ask for calligraphy and painting before, but I was closed. I am really ashamed! Today, I am fortunate to meet Mayor Fang, Mayor Fang, I don’t know what Tang Lao is now. How is your physical condition? Speaking of which, I'm also half of Mr. Tang's disciple. Don't think that I'm holding a gun now. I used to hold a paintbrush, and I've listened to Mr. Tang's class one or two times."

Liang Guoping was quite used to such a noisy and entertaining atmosphere, and he also took the initiative to chat with Fang Liping.

"Senior Liang, I didn't expect you to be transferred to our military region in Fujian Province this time. I haven't seen you for seven or eight years, and my mother once mentioned you. I felt that it was really hard to shut you out that time. It's too rude, but you have to forgive me. My mother seldom gives people paintings. Her health is not bad. Not long ago, she had some heart problems, but now she has been conditioned, and I worry about Teacher Liang. "

Fang Liping did not expect that she would meet an old acquaintance in this place. Liang Guoping is a member of the Liang family in the capital, and the Liang family can be regarded as a big boss with a certain status in the Chinese Communist Party. Liang Guoping's father Liang Lao is one of several military veterans still in the military today. Although he is not as famous as the founding ten great marshals, he is now retired as a national leader who enjoys sub-national treatment, and his military rank is also high. Already the highest general.

Now Liang Guoping is considered to be a medium-sized existence among the second generation of Liang family. Liang Guoping is the youngest son of his father, so he has been mixing his qualifications in the military. One step up is the rank of major general. This is not bad for Liang Guoping, who is only 43 years old this year.

Moreover, Liang Guoping is not only capable of holding a gun, but also very keen on art. In the past, when the military region was stationed in the capital, I often went to the Central Academy of Fine Arts to take classes and learn the knowledge of oil painting and traditional Chinese painting. In his spare time, he is also an avid collector, and his home also collects calligraphy and paintings of some famous domestic and foreign masters. So, how could he not know Fang Liping's mother Tang Lao Tang Huiqin? Once again, I personally went to the door to ask for a painting, but I was closed.

"I know this, Mayor Fang, it was me who was abrupt back then. Mr. Tang almost never gave paintings, I know that. Oh, this is also the regret of domestic collectors. Mr. Tang's disciples are famous all over the world. It’s a pity that there are only a few of Tang Lao’s paintings. Since I took Tang Lao’s class, I feel that Tang Lao’s attainments in oil painting research are unmatched in China. Moreover, Tang Lao himself is good at realistic oil painting. , I have quite a few paintings in my collection, and I even managed to get a few famous European paintings from our old man, but not being able to own a pair of Tang Lao’s paintings can be said to be my lifelong regret.”

With a sigh of regret, Liang Guoping said with a sigh.

However, when Liang Guoping said this, his father Su Guorong, who was next to him, suddenly lit up and said in surprise, "Old Chief, is the painting of Mayor Fang's mother really so famous? This is a painting sent by Mayor Fang's mother."

"What? Guorong, you mean... Mr. Tang painted a picture and gave it to you?"

Upon hearing this, Liang Guoping's eyes also lit up, then turned his head and looked at Fang Liping, as if to ask Fang Liping for confirmation.

"Yes. Mr. Liang, my mother has been closing the pen for many years. I didn't tell you just now that my mother had a heart problem not long ago. It was Su Lin who happened to be there and saved my mother, so my mother I specially drew the situation at that time and gave it to Su Lin as a thank you."

With a slight smile, Fang Liping said slowly.

"Tang Lao has closed the pen, then this... This can be said to be a painting after Tang Lao closed the pen? Tang Lao has not started a pen for many years, this... Guorong, where is this painting now? Can you let me take a look?"

After receiving confirmation from Fang Liping, Liang Guoping became curious, what will this old Tang's pen-enclosed work be like? A person who is good at painting is like this. Hearing that there are paintings by Tang Lao, even if he can't get them, he wants to see them.

"This... old chief, this painting and another painting are hanging in the living room of our house. You can see it at any time. It's just that the food is about to be served now, do you want to watch it when you are full? "

Su Guorong didn't realize the value of these two paintings at this time, but he was able to make Liang Guoping, the old leader who likes oil painting, pay so much attention. It seems that the mayor's mother Tang Lao is still very famous.

"No, no... I haven't seen this painting, where am I in the mood to eat or drink? Hurry up... Guorong, you will show me this painting first..."

Having said that, Liang Guoping got up and accused Fang Liping of the crime again, "Mayor Fang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll go watch Lao Tang's masterpiece first, and then come back and punish myself with three cups."

"Master Liang, don't be polite."

Fang Liping made a gesture of invitation, and then Liang Guoping hurriedly asked Su's father Su Guorong to lead the way into the living room and walked over quickly and impatiently.

"Mom, is this Uncle Liang also a former student of grandma?" asked Qin Yanran, who had been sitting beside Fang Liping without speaking. She was very curious that such a commander in the army actually liked her grandmother's oil paintings.

"Forget it! Master Liang is the youngest son of Mr. Liang. Speaking of which, Yanran, Mr. Liang and your grandfather also have some entanglements. But this is none of our business. Mr. Liang heard about you when he was at the Central Academy of Fine Arts. Grandma has a few classes. He! When I heard rumors that I was in the capital, I often went to various auction houses and collectors' homes, and I was very obsessed with oil paintings. I especially liked your grandma's paintings, but that time I came to my house to ask for paintings. , was blocked by your grandma, that was the time when you were seven years old, you were there at the time, I just don't know if you remember..."

Fang Liping explained to her daughter Qin Yanran. However, Fang Liping didn't want her daughter to know more about the things between these families. Although the Qin family is a relatively important family in China, but now her husband passed away more than ten years ago, and she and her daughter have already said that they have nothing to do with the Qin family. If it wasn't to pay tribute to her husband, she would have let her daughter Qin Yanran change her surname to Fang.

"When I was seven years old? Then I don't remember." Qin Yanran thought about it, then shook her head and said, "But I remember, Mom, except for the grandmother's painting hanging in the living room of Su Lin's house, But there is also Uncle Liu's "The Train is Coming". Since this Uncle Liang likes oil painting very much, he should also know the reputation that Uncle Liu's "The Train is Coming" has won in the international painting circle. I don't know about Uncle Liang for a while. How would you react when you saw this "The Train Is Coming"?"

"Just as you are a big kid, Master Liang is not someone who has never seen the world. Your Uncle Liu's "The Train Is Coming" is amazing, but Master Liang should not be too excited. By the way, where is Su Lin? Go? As soon as we came in, we saw him pulling you away, and he didn't even say a few words to his mother."

Said with a smile, Fang Liping looked like she was eating her own daughter's vinegar.

"He! Humph! Mom, Su Lin is a big villain, so I ignore him!" Muttering, she turned her head to the side, Qin Yanran thought of Su Lin, but her little heart was still beating fast. stop.

"Hehe, what did you say? Yanran, if you don't want to talk about Su Lin's words. Then mom will take you away. We don't bother to eat their family's meals, okay?" Fang Liping took her daughter Qin Yanran and Fang Liping Pretend to go.

"Don't! Mom, you... you're also bad! Hmph... Mom, you're making fun of me too!" Qin Yanran was coquettish, mumbling her little mouth, so cute that she buried her little head in her mother In his arms, "Mom, you also learned from Su Lin and broke."

"Nonsense! How could mother learn from Su Lin? I think our little baby Yan Ran was broken by Su Lin, so let's just sit here and wait for Su Lin to come over for a while, and mother will question him personally. , why did you ruin our baby Yanran, okay?" Fang Liping said deliberately and seriously.

"I won't talk to you anymore, Mom, you're so bad."

"Okay, okay...Then mom won't talk anymore, okay, huh...you girl..."

After the old chief Liang Guoping followed Su's father Su Guorong into the living room, the first thing he saw was the old Tang's oil painting hanging by the door, and all eyes were immediately attracted.

"This is the style of Tang Lao! It's Tang Lao's style! There is also the mark of Tang Lao, Guorong! What kind of blessing is your family's cultivation! You can actually get a gift from Tang Lao, Guorong, you know What? No matter how many big collectors in China have spent a lot of money, they can't get a single Tang Lao painting."

Going a little further, Liang Guoping savored the painting carefully, and said to himself, "Tang Lao is indeed a master who studies realist oil painting. This painting looks like a realist style. It seems... I remember that when Tang Lao gave a lecture, the most respected one was Cournan's "The Funeral of Ornans". It seems that Tang Lao's painting has similar style characteristics. The one on this picture is Su Lin The moment of saving Tang Lao? Yes, yes! Guorong! You have given birth to a good son, you are brave in righteousness, and you are excellent in both character and study!"

And Su's father, Su Guorong, could not have imagined that his old chief would actually like this oil painting so much, so he said in private, "Old chief, if you really like this painting, just take it away."

The old chief saved his life. Su Guorong always felt that he owed the old chief a little. Now that he finally saw that the old chief liked this oil painting, he wanted to give it to him.

"No! No! Guorong, this painting was given to your family by Mr. Tang, and I can't take it. Moreover, every painting of Mr. Tang is estimated to be over a million yuan. Moreover, because Mr. Tang has fewer and fewer paintings now, this one is still such a meaningful work. It is estimated that if there is a little hype, the big collectors in China are estimated to be able to open five or six million. The price is sky-high. This painting, regardless of its sentimentality or value, can't win people's love. Guorong! This painting should be well hidden in your family. It can be regarded as a family heirloom painting. what!"

He waved his hand, although the old chief Liang Guoping liked this painting very much and had always wanted to collect a painting of Tang Lao, but he would never want this painting.

"What? Five or six million? Old Chief, is this painting so valuable?"

Hearing the words of the old chief Liang Guoping, Su Guoping was shocked. Although he had just realized that this painting was done by Mr. Tang, and the old chief paid so much attention to and liked it, it must be of great value. The surface's estimate is tens of thousands, at most hundreds of thousands, but I didn't expect that the value of this painting would be so high that it could fetch a sky-high price of five or six million? What is this concept? The value of such a painting, even if the family does not eat or drink and work for a lifetime, I am afraid that I will not earn five or six million! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe (this site), give a reward, your support is my biggest motivation.)