Chapter 565: Pick up the Painting Decades Later

Throwing Benjamin Goldberg up first, he immediately whipped out the Judgment Whip and whistled at the same time.

The whip of judgment arrived last and wrapped around the side of the ship, and the other end wrapped around Benjamin Goldberg.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted from below: "You two, help me, don't just watch the excitement."

Guo Renzhang didn't move, but Qi Huang reached out to help pull him.

Although he wears glasses and looks like a scholar, he worked as a carpenter when he was young and learned carving and woodworking, and he is still quite strong in his hands.

Benjamin Goldberg also used his own strength to step onto the side of the ship.

Qi Huang and Guo Renzhang were surprised to see a half-year-old foreigner child.

Looking below again, I found that the board had disappeared.

Qianfan was running on the sea and suddenly jumped up.

Zhao Chuanxin bent his knees, and the smart gyroscope first sank and then rose. Zhao Chuanxin caught the rice in mid-air and jumped several meters high.

Pangcang... fell on the deck.

Zhao Chuanxin happily held his hands in his hands and said, "Both of you, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Qi Huang and Guo Renzhang looked dull.

Guo Renzhang suddenly thought of something and his face changed slightly: "Are you Zhao Chuanxin?"

Qi Huang's reaction was the opposite to his, with a look of surprise on his face, and he raised his hands and said: "Mr. Zhao, I have long admired your name. I am Qi Huang, also known as Pingsheng, also known as Baishi, a country bumpkin who knows how to paint. This is..."

Before Guo Renzhang was introduced, Guo Renzhang interrupted: "Guo Renzhang, courtesy name Baosheng, from Xiangtan."

Obviously unwilling to reveal more about his identity.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Qi Huang in surprise: "Qi Baishi?"

What a surprise.

The celebrity in the primary school textbook is just countless times younger. No wonder he looks kind, but his general outline has not changed. His beard is no different from when he was old. His hair is now neater, and his yin and yang head is braided...

Qi Huang was surprised: "Mr. Zhao, do you recognize me?"

Zhao Chuanxin lacked respect for celebrities and said carelessly: "Names mean something. You said you know how to paint, well, why not just here and now, I will pay you to paint ten paintings."

Celebrities may not be as untainted as everyone thinks.

In fact, because Zhao Chuanxin also likes painting and has read a lot of art-related books, he understands Qi Baishi fairly well.

He was poor when he was young. He had no time to herd cattle, farm, and cut firewood. He attended private school for half a year and then dropped out of school.

He is also lustful, and even as he grows old, he still keeps concubines. He also has old friends and misses new ones.

He also has low self-esteem and is arrogant, bragging to others: I am first in poetry, second in printing, third in writing, and fourth in painting.

In fact, it's just the opposite. His painting skills, which he has immersed in his whole life, are ranked first, and the rest are not ranked high.

This is the more you lack something, the more you care about it, a typical manifestation of low self-esteem and arrogance.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about anything else, he just thought that this person's painting was of commemorative significance.

Qi Huang did not expect that Zhao Chuanxin, who was famous and often stirred up the world, would make such a request as soon as they met.

He happily accepted: "The ten paintings will definitely reveal the spiritual energy. There is no charge for me. It is an honor to paint for Mr. Zhao."

At this time, he had become famous and had some wealth by selling paintings.

But it is far less famous than later generations.

As an artist, he may have some arrogance, but in front of Zhao Chuanxin, that arrogance has subdued.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's draw now."

"..." Qi Huang shook his head: "The boat and carriage are shaking, and any painting that is slightly biased will be destroyed. Mr. Zhao might as well wait until he gets to Qinzhou before painting again."

In this case, Zhao Chuanxin took out a pen and paper: "Okay, since we are destined, if you want to give me a painting, I will also give you one."

It makes no sense to only ask for it in one direction, but Zhao Chuanxin wants to output it in the opposite direction.

Future generations will know that in this era, besides Qi Baishi, there is also a place for him, Zhao Chuanxin.

Qi Huang's eyes lit up: "So Zhao Chuanxin can also paint?"

"I feel ashamed to say it." Zhao Chuanxin was very modest this time: "The technology is very simple."

Benjamin Goldberg looked at the Master in astonishment. Isn’t this unlike the Master’s character?

He didn't know that in the field of painting, Zhao Chuanxin did not dare to show off in front of Qi Baishi.

He took out the drawing board again and clipped the paper. He took out his pen, observed the ship and the people present from his current angle, and began to write after a short while.

Qi Huang wondered: "Where did Mr. Zhao get the board and pen and ink from?"

It's unscientific to copy it casually.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even raise his head: "It's all trivial, not important."

Humility in words does not mean hesitation in writing.

I remember when he was practicing pen drawing, he almost vomited while practicing lines. Screws and ladders were usually drawn one by one.

Then to the later cyberpunk style fantasy pictures, extremely complex buildings...

The characteristic of Zhao Chuanxin's paintings is that he never pauses, has a high error tolerance, and the frequency of his wrist shaking is amazing.

Real sketch.

Guo Renzhang didn't want to have more contact with Zhao Chuanxin, but he was passionate about art and couldn't help but watch with Qi Huang from behind.

After seeing the same speed as Zhao Chuanxin's printer, I couldn't help but take a breath.

This kind of flower work did not exist in this era.

Quite a bit like using magic in front of Muggles.

It's like a student catching up on homework on the last day of vacation, or a writer who realizes that nothing has been done in the middle of the night and is waiting for an update the next day.

Qi Huang couldn't help but said: "Mr. Zhao, you..."

At first it looks scrawled and the lines are minimal, but after a while, the ship's chimney emerges, lifelike.

When Zhao Chuanxin paints, he no longer has to worry about the order of the front, middle and back scenes. He can really paint whatever part he wants like a printer.

Even the perspective of this painting is not from the perspective of where he is standing at this time.

Slightly overlooking, the painting includes the entire ship, including the four of them, including Zhao Chuanxin himself who is painting.

The ships and environment are painted with meticulous care. When it comes to the characters, Zhao Chuanxin uses a freehand brushwork technique. The images are realistic but the brushwork is minimal. The brush lines become weak and there is no strong ink rhyme. However, compared to the ship parts, It looks more lively, and you can even see humor in the painting.

A layman looks at the excitement, an expert looks at the door. At first, Qi Huang looked down on Zhao Chuanxin's Western painting method, which only focused on fine brushwork. But when he got here, his expression became solemn.

If there is anything that can limit the speed of Zhao's salary transfer, it is only the time it takes for the pen to soak in ink.

He also has his own characteristics when he touches ink. When a dragonfly touches water, he usually doesn't even look at it, but he can get it just right.

There will definitely be no ink smearing due to excessive staining. You won’t need to dip it a second time just because you didn’t get it.

After painting the last stroke, Zhao Chuanxin took two steps back, observed it by himself, and then nodded with satisfaction: "Perform stable performance, and you're done."

One good thing about pen drawing is that every time you finish it, you feel the joy and satisfaction of completing it.

Qi Huang looked at it and kept nodding: "Western painting techniques emphasize craftsmanship rather than freehand brushwork. It is rare that Mr. Zhao has integrated the flavor of our freehand brushwork. The transformation from majestic and clear to true and natural shows that he has reached a high level of proficiency in this painting technique." Realm. It’s really unimaginable that the famous God of War has such abilities!”

He admired it from the bottom of his heart.

There are specialties in the art. According to rumors, Zhao Chuanxin is a reckless man who wields swords and guns every day, but just such a person can actually paint shocking paintings.

If this news spreads, I am afraid that many people’s jaws will be shocked.

Zhao Chuanxin initially felt that it was not good to be too showy in front of Qi Huang.

But at this moment, I suddenly figured out that from the 1980s to 1901, Qi Huang had been in the imitation period and made a large number of fake paintings. The period from 1902 to 1918 was a period of development and transformation for him.

It’s still far from being able to reach the peak, but it’s still early.

So there was absolutely no need for me to show timidity in front of him.

After thinking about this, Zhao Chuanxin showed a row of neat teeth: "I'm exaggerating. I'm exaggerating. Zhao only has basic painting skills. In the world's art circle, he can barely rank in the top ten. It really can't be any higher." ”

Qi Huang: "..."

Guo Renzhang was dumbfounded. He had never seen such a shameless person.

The sea breeze bent a corner of the drawing paper, and Qi Huang stretched out his hand to smooth it.

He was quite pleased: "Mr. Zhao really gave this painting to me?"

"Of course." Zhao Chuanxin said: "I'm waiting for your Huaang. A person must have comings and goings."

Seeing what he said, Qi Huang couldn't laugh or cry. How could he default on his debt?

Guo Renzhang was also a little jealous.

He is a person who loves to draw.

You know, he spent a lot of money to get Qi Huang's paintings.

He was often invited to travel to the mountains and rivers, and the trip lasted for a year, and he even became a little distracted from his regular work.

In addition, we always prepare some small gifts, such as Canaan incense bead boxes, Xinxiang, Canaan agarwood and other things that literati like.

Pen and ink drawings had also appeared at this time, but in very small quantities, and were called hard-stroke drawings.

Charcoal pencils are also hard, but they cannot be called hard-stroke drawings.

Coupled with Zhao Chuanxin's reputation, if you get such a painting, it would be a good thing to show it off and brag about it.

It should be noted that he has never heard of anyone collecting Zhao Chuanxin's works.

Seeing that Qi Huang was happy, he also took out one of his paintings and showed it to Zhao Chuanxin: "Mr. Zhao, how about taking a look at this painting?"

Zhao Chuanxin took it and saw that it was a cricket.

If you have to comment, Zhao Chuanxin can be summed up in four words - fresh and elegant.

To be honest, if it were only at this level, Zhao Chuanxian wouldn't even bother to collect it.

Thinking of this, he suddenly said to Qi Huang: "Forget it, I'm very busy recently, so don't draw it yet. When I have time, I will go to you and ask for it."

I thought to myself, let’s see if there is time in thirty or forty years.

It won't be too late when Qi Huang matures and reaches his peak, or in his later years of glory. Anyway, Zhao Chuanxin is confident that he can survive after him.

This is called, don’t be afraid of being late for good food.

Qi Huang seemed to see something of Zhao Chuanxin's thoughts, and he became arrogant: "Is it possible that Mr. Zhao doesn't like Qi's paintings?"

Perhaps because they were both painters, Qi Huang forgot Zhao Chuanxin's identity.

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and looked at him sideways: "Damn it, I want it whenever I say, what are you talking about? I just don't like your current paintings, what can you do? "

"..." To be honest, Qi Huang was a little scared. After all, Zhao Chuanxin killed people like crazy. He stammered and asked: "Then, then, please tell me what's wrong with the painting below."

Zhao Chuanxin was holding a cigarette in his mouth, holding the cricket picture, and pointed out this later famous artist: "Your color habit is too simple, why don't you dare to use the red and green folk colors? Your brushwork is too delicate, are you a girl? ? Men must have the domineering attitude of men. You cannot just indulge in freehand brushwork, you must know how to combine fine gongbi and hearty freehand brushwork to find your own unique path..."

What Zhao Chuanxin said was all nonsense. It was the route that Qi Huang later took, but it was just pointed out to him in advance.

At first Qi Huang was unconvinced, but following Zhao Chuanxin's words, something gradually penetrated his heart.

At this time, Guo Renzhang, who was standing next to him, had the courage to speak: "With all due respect, Mr. Zhao is good at Western painting. It is true that he can teach others about Chinese ink painting..."

Qi Huang stopped him: "Mr. Zhao is right. Qi has long wanted to start a business, but he had no clue. Now that I heard what you said, it suddenly dawned on me."

Guo Renzhang: "..."

Benjamin Goldberg smiled proudly and said to Guo Renzhang: "This is all a matter in the painter's circle. Why do you want to participate if you don't know anything?"

Zhao Chuanxin immediately scolded: "How dare you, who told you to tell the truth?"

Guo Renzhang: "..."

"..." Qi Huang laughed out loud: "This little friend is Mr. Zhao's apprentice? Studying painting with Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "The scoundrel learned killing techniques from Zhao."

It's a killing skill, not a ring skill. The traditional killing skill is about talking, learning and singing!

At this time, a crew member came in a hurry. He pointed at master and apprentice Zhao Chuanxin from afar and said, "Someone reported that you boarded the ship secretly. Please show your ticket now!"