Chapter 689 Supreme Evaluation

Two days have passed, and now he understands how scary it is for this person to suddenly become red, especially when the pen and ink become red, so many people want to come to ask for a painting.

These veterans on Yunli Street, every time they look at themselves, their eyes are very different from before.

It was extremely hot and frightening. I am afraid that for them, they would like to tie themselves up, lock themselves in a small dark room, and force themselves to draw every day. If they don't draw, they will not be given food.

It's a little scary to think about it.

For the people of the Chinese Painting Association, their faces are full of red light now. At the international art exhibition, they have stole the limelight.

Countless foreign art masters wish to sleep in the exhibition, looking at these paintings every day, and studying these paintings at the same time, and even some masters have a great interest in Chinese painting because of these paintings.

Of course, the international art exhibition was not all smooth sailing. On the second day, there were international thieves who wanted to steal paintings, but it was a pity that Zheng Zhongshan had already brought people over to protect these paintings. Even at night, there were people guarding these paintings. around the paintings.

It is a pity that those international thieves are helpless.

magic capital.

Just as Lin Fan woke up, Zheng Zhongshan's call came.

"Old Zheng, are you back?"

"I'm back. You don't know how many people were attracted to the art exhibition that day. When everyone saw your paintings, the expressions on their faces were so rich. If you saw them, you would definitely die laughing."

He didn't need to say more solemnly, he could know what those expressions would look like, what else could it be except shock.

At this time, Zheng Zhongshan said excitedly: "The person in charge of the International Art Exhibition communicated with us and hoped to rent those ten paintings of yours to continue the exhibition, but we rejected them. How can these treasures be handed over to them? I’m going to bring it back to China, and I’ve contacted the National Museum to donate these ten paintings of yours. These paintings of yours are of high artistic value, and their historical value is even higher.”

Lin Fan didn't expect his paintings to be put in the museum, so he laughed, "Okay, you can arrange it."

Zheng Zhongshan, "Old Lin, listen to me, it will be of great benefit to you to put these ten paintings of yours in the museum. Don't think too much about me, Lao Zheng, cheating you. There is no one who can put paintings in the museum in modern times." A few, and as long as you put them in, the price will be terribly high, according to my estimation, you will be passed down for generations."

Lin Fan smiled,

"Old Zheng, who do you think I am? Do I still trust you? You will never cheat me."

Getting Lao Lin's trust, Zheng Zhongshan was very happy, and then he thought of something, "Oh, by the way, don't paint for others lightly in the future, your works must start now, it's extraordinary, and this is still the lowest estimate, Nowadays, there are basically no social works that can reach your level, but the artistic value of your works is too high, too high, completely beyond the limit of art, so you should understand what I mean."

Lin Fan nodded, "Understood, by the way, didn't I draw a picture for you and Lao Yue, are you going to put it in the museum too?"

When Zheng Zhongshan heard it, he immediately exploded, "How can this be possible? You gave us these paintings. They were gifts from friends. We all have to pass on the family heirlooms."

For them, they regard Lao Lin's paintings as treasures. Although the artistic value is not as good as those ten paintings, they are still top-notch and valuable.

If the news of the receipt of the National Museum is passed on, the value of Lao Lin's painting will be extraordinary, just like a rocket, it will rise in a straight line.

When we were in the art exhibition center, there was a rich man who offered 20 million yuan to buy a pair, but he was directly rejected. Can money describe this?

This is the pinnacle work, and I am afraid that no one can surpass it.

Even if it can be surpassed, only Lao Lin himself can surpass it.

"Haha." Lin Fan laughed, "Okay, okay, Old Zheng, I'll leave it to you to arrange, I don't care about that much."

Zheng Zhongshan smiled mysteriously, "Old Lin, you are going to have a hard time soon. I saw the human-shaped banknotes. From now on, people who ask for paintings will be terrible. You have to be steady."

"It's up to you to say, there are no strangers, but the acquaintances push it and hang up." Lin Fan said helplessly.

....

National Museum.

In a spacious exhibition hall, ten paintings have been preserved.

A group of old men rushed in, including historians and art connoisseurs. Their main purpose of coming here was to study these ten paintings.

Although it was created by a modern master, it is different from other masters.

In terms of artistic value alone, these paintings can reach the pinnacle. Compared with those cultural relics and ancient paintings, they are much, much higher, not in the same order of magnitude.

If those ancient paintings didn't have historical bonuses, I'm afraid they wouldn't be as good as these paintings.

Qi Yong is a historian of the Song Dynasty. He is well-known in the country. He is one of the best and has countless disciples. He is very authoritative. He specializes in the study of the humanities in the Song Dynasty. He is seventy this year, but he is full of energy. I didn't go, I went directly to "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

When he first saw this painting of "Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival", his eyes never moved away.

There was a minute of silence.

"Okay, okay..." Qi Yong clapped his hands and applauded, his face flushed slightly, as if he saw some rare treasure, "This Master Lin is really extraordinary, obviously he is also a scholar who has profound research on the Song Dynasty."

"Professor Qi, is this painting really that valuable?" Another old man asked. He also studied the history of the Song Dynasty, but compared with Qi Yong, there is still a little difference.

Qi Yong waved his hand, "Let me take a closer look. What is shown in the painting is the cultural landscape on both sides of Bianjing. This can be found in history books, but it can be expressed in paintings. It is unbelievable."

And those masters of Chinese painting appreciation are also devoted to the paintings.

They are all authoritative figures, and when they study these paintings carefully, their hearts begin to surge.

Especially after they gradually deepened, the more they looked, the more terrified they became. Even after zooming in, the details in the painting are handled so well, the strokes are not chaotic, and even flow smoothly, which is impossible in modern times.

Even among those famous paintings of ancient masters, it is impossible to be so perfect.

And what shocked them even more was that these paintings gave them a shocking feeling, and it was still unimaginably shocking. When they looked at it at a glance, their entire hearts were filled with these paintings, and there was nothing else to occupy them.

until the evening.

These masters came out full of energy, and the most authoritative old man among them left only one sentence.

"National treasure level, a world-shocking work, passed down for generations."