Chapter 1875: The Slightest Skill, the Skill of Paper and Ink

"Is Mr. Yang here? Wang Yuan came to visit before!"

A cheerful voice came over.

Yang Fei didn't know who Wang Yuanzhi was, and there was no such a number one person in his memory bank!

"Mr. Wang, please forgive me for my blindness, but I didn't know who you were?" Yang Fei walked over as he spoke.

"Mr. Yang has never been in the capital, so of course he doesn't recognize me. I am Fu Heng's friend. I heard Fu Heng mentioned that when Mr. Yang came to the capital, he took the liberty of coming to visit."

Yang Fei thought to himself, Fu Heng didn't tell me about this either.

The person in front of me was dressed very simply, with a double-breasted cloth coat and a pair of old cloth shoes with green face and white soles. He was a bit shabby, but he was extraordinary and had an aloof temperament.

While he was pondering, a crisp shout came from outside the door: "Yang Fei!"

As soon as Yang Fei heard the voice, he knew it was Fu Ying.

Fu Ying giggled and walked over with some fruit in her hand: "Uncle Wang, I went to buy fruit. Why didn't you wait for me and came here by yourself?"

As soon as Yang Fei heard this, he knew that Wang Yuanzhi was really Fu Heng's friend.

"Mr. Wang, nice to meet you." Yang Fei smiled and said to Fu Ying, "Come as soon as you come, why are you still buying fruit?"

"It's not surprising that there are so many people here! You guys have just arrived, right? You must have nothing to eat and nothing to entertain guests, right? I bought you some fruit, so you can use it to entertain your distinguished guests."

Wang Yuanzhi smiled and said: "I don't dare to be a distinguished guest. I am just a vulgar person."

Fu Ying said: "Yang Fei, don't be deceived by his words. You are not an insider and you don't know him. Uncle Wang is the Beidou in the world of calligraphy and painting. The words he writes and the paintings he draws are all based on square meters." Runge sells it at a foot, and Runge is extraordinarily high! You must ask him to paint some paintings for you later. After he dies, these paintings will be valuable."

Wang Yuanzhi was so angry that he stared.

Fu Ying added: "Also, Uncle Wang has another level of identity. He is the chief appraiser and cultural relic restorer of the Beijing Museum. Those old calligraphy and paintings that have been infested by insects or weathered can be restored in his hands. Repaired like new!”

Wang Yuanzhi sneered and said: "Ignorant of knowledge and skills! The old calligraphy and painting are restored as new? Do you want me to fake them?"

Fu Ying rolled her eyes,

He smiled and said, "I used the wrong word. It should be called restoration as before."

Yang Fei looked serious and said, "Mr. Wang is indeed an expert. Please come in."

Wang Yuanzhi said: "You're welcome."

Fu Ying approached Yang Fei and whispered: "My father told you to find a way to keep him."

Yang Fei was startled.

Fu Ying said: "I made a mistake. I didn't stay for one night, but stayed with you to do things."

Yang Fei said: "This? Can he agree?"

Fu Ying said: "It depends on your ability! Hehe! There must be two masters of cultural relics in your museum, right?"

Yang Fei thought to himself, this is a good statement. Fu Heng is the only one beside him, which is obviously not enough. And Fu Heng can recommend Wang Yuanzhi, this person must be good.

Serve tea and chat.

Wang Yuanzhi talked and laughed happily. Although he was a guest, he felt at home, without any sense of restraint. He talked loudly and quickly, and every time he had something to say.

Yang Fei thought to himself, this Wang Yuanzhi is indeed a talent, but he and I have never met each other. If I suddenly invite him to join the show, will he agree?

After the conversation, Yang Fei became more and more determined to hire Wang Yuanzhi, so he went straight to the point and proposed to hire him as the deputy director of the private museum.

Wang Yuanzhi waved his hands with a smile and said: "I am a lazy person. In the museum, I only have a casual position. Most of the work I have is assigned to my apprentices. I don't care about anything. Please If I go to help you with something, isn’t this making things difficult for me?”

Yang Fei heard the meaning behind his words. Although he didn't agree, he didn't reject it very much. He smiled and said: "The museum is just starting up and urgently needs the help of talents like Mr. Wang. My husband is like a fish in water, even more powerful than a tiger!"

Wang Yuanzhi said: "If you hire me as the deputy dean, I guess the position of dean must be held by Brother Fu?"

"Exactly." Yang Fei said.

"I heard Fu Heng say that Mr. Yang is a person who loves antiques. I admired him very much, so I came here just because I wanted to meet a distinguished person. Unexpectedly, Fu Heng had other intentions and wanted me to help you. Do something!" Wang Yuanzhi shook his head gently.

Yang Fei said: "Mr. Wang is firstly a great master in the world of ancient literature, and he is also the Taishan Beidou in the world of calligraphy and painting. If Mr. Wang is not willing to give in to the position of vice president, Yang Fei does not dare to force it. I only ask Mr. Wang to be the honorary director of our museum, but good?"

Wang Yuanzhi laughed and said: "I, Wang Yuanzhi, disdain to do anything about reputation or reputation, and getting paid in name. You want to ask me to be your vice president, that's fine, but I can only work two days a week. . At other times, I have to be busy with my own affairs. I work in a museum, and I also opened a calligraphy and painting studio and an antique shop!"

Yang Fei said: "Thank you Mr. Wang for your willingness to compromise."

Fu Ying shouted from the side: "Uncle Wang, please draw a few pictures and give them to Yang Fei!"

Wang Yuanzhi said: "Writing and painting are fine, but I can't lose a single point of grace."

Yang Fei couldn't take it in at first, and was about to speak when he suddenly realized that they were saying that he couldn't take anything less, but he was shocked.

Wang Yuanzhi chuckled and said: "It's not that Mr. Wang loves money, but although calligraphy and painting are skills, they are also the work of paper and ink. Each piece of paper and ink is hard-won. The ancients often said that calligraphy and paper can communicate with the gods. And the words of Buddha He also said that the true scripture should not be passed down lightly. Therefore, I did not write it until I started writing it. Once I started writing it, this polishing was indispensable."

Yang Fei smiled and said: "Of course, I should offer Runge."

There is no pen, ink, paper or inkstone in the courtyard.

Wang Yuanzhi said: "Don't worry, I have everything in my car."

After a while, he really took the four treasures of the study.

Yang Fei called Mo Zi and Ma Feng to clean up the two tables at home and put them together.

Wang Yuanzhi spread the paper and waved it.

But I saw that his brushstrokes were all over the place, and a calligraphy work was completed in one stroke.

What he wrote was a cursive painting.

“Make high-level vows, make middle-level connections, and enjoy low-level blessings;

Choose a high place to stand, find a flat place to live, and walk toward a wide place. "

Yang Fei tasted it carefully and was convinced.

Wang Yuanzhi spread out another piece of rice paper and started painting.

In his hand, the brush became magical. With a stroke of the dry brush, it turned out to be the trunk of an old plum tree. With a turn of the brush, and a slight tap, it turned out to be a lifelike plum blossom. With a few casual touches, the distant mountains Just came out.

In less than half an hour, a majestic "Country and Mountains Are Red" painting was completed.

Yang Fei was amazed, thinking that Wang Yuanzhi's painting style was completely different from Li Yanan's, but each had its own merits and both were excellent works.

Yang Fei asked Wang Yuanzhi, how should Runge be presented?

Wang Yuanzhi smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, Mr. Yang just needs to give me some if he sees it."

Of course Yang Fei would not give it casually, so he asked Fu Ying while Wang Yuanzhi was washing his hands.

Fu Ying covered her mouth lightly and whispered: "Twenty thousand and one square feet."

Yang Fei asked again: "How can these two works be calculated as square feet?"

Fu Ying said: "The calligraphy is two pieces of four feet apart. When added together, it is four feet. A four-foot piece of rice paper is two square feet wide and four square feet long. When multiplied together, it is eight square feet. The painting is six feet long. Zhang is three feet wide and six feet long. When multiplied together, it is eighteen square feet. Eight plus eighteen is twenty-four square feet."

Yang Fei couldn't help but was speechless. These two works cost less than 480,000 yuan?

This Wang Yuanzhi is definitely not here to beat the autumn wind?

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