Chapter 892: Selling Paintings

The two shook hands and exchanged a few words, and Yang Yihang introduced Fang Minghua to William.

"Mr. Fang, I know, he is the author of "Harry Potter"!" William immediately shook hands with Fang Minghua: "My little daughter likes this set of books very much!"

"He also wrote the "Hua Gong Trilogy", which is very popular both in our country and the United States." Yang Yihang added.

"Yes, "The Chinese Workers Trilogy", we Americans should not forget this piece of history!" William looked solemn.

Hmm. This attitude is not bad.

After the two shook hands, William introduced a handsome white man in his thirties who came with him, "This is Gabriel, a newly elected member of the California Assembly."

"Hello, Deputy Consul General Yang, nice to meet you." Gabriel immediately shook hands with Yang Yihang.

"Hello."

Gabriel? !

Fang Minghua was stunned for a moment when he heard the name. He suddenly thought that his daughter Xinxin had a little boy following her around at school all day long. The little boy's father was named Gabriel, a member of the California Assembly!

Could it be him?

Sure enough, after Gabriel shook hands with Fang Minghua, he heard the other party say: "Mr. Fang, my son Aiden and Professor Li's daughter Li Xin are classmates, and they have a very good relationship."

Sure enough it was him!

When Fang Minghua saw this Gabriel, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, but of course he still had a smile on his face.

With so many dignitaries from San Francisco arriving, the local media naturally rushed to hear the news, and the originally spacious hall suddenly became a little crowded.

Ten minutes after the opening ceremony of the exhibition, Fang Minghua took the stage and gave a brief introduction: "Northwest China is as vast and mysterious as the western United States, and both have given birth to splendid cultures. Xijing, as the ancient capital of thirteen dynasties, is home to outstanding people. "

After Fang Minghua's words ended, Mayor William and Deputy Consul General Yang Yihang delivered enthusiastic speeches respectively. The calligraphy and painting exhibition officially kicked off this time.

Fang Minghua naturally accompanied everyone to visit. After these years of training, he naturally had certain attainments in calligraphy and painting. He introduced it to everyone, and everyone listened with interest.

"Did you write this calligraphy?" Yang Yihang asked curiously as he looked at a piece of running script hanging on the wall, which read Liu Yuxi's "Inscription on a Humble Room" signed Minghua.

"It's okay. I'll practice calligraphy. If I don't write well, I'll laugh." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

Yang Yihang seemed to have little research on calligraphy, but Wang Longchang, who was standing behind him, said: "Mr. Fang, your running script is based on the calligraphy of Ouyang Xun, the great calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty, right?"

"Yes, I like to copy his copybooks." Fang Minghua told the truth.

Wang Longchang is obviously an expert: "People think that Ouyang Xun is good at regular script. His "Inscriptions on the Relics of Zen Master Huadu Siyi", "Stele of Yu Gonggong Wen Yanbo" and "Stele of Huangfu's Birthday" are called "the first in regular script in the Tang Dynasty" .

"In fact, his cursive writing is quite good, such as "Zhongni Meng's Diantie" and "Thousand-Character Essay" are famous for their smoothness, naturalness and strong bones. They not only retain the rigor and neatness of regular script, but also add the agility and elegance of running script. The individual characters are flowing and flowing, and the whole body abides by the rules. It can be said to be "rigorous running script." Mr. Fang's calligraphy captures the essence of Ouyang Xun's running script. I admire him!"

Does my running script capture the essence of Ouyang Xun?

Far from it

Knowing that the other party was complimenting him, Fang Minghua immediately expressed his humility.

Several Chinese people were discussing calligraphy enthusiastically, and naturally someone translated into English and whispered to William and Gabriel, who listened very seriously.

I guess I'm just pretending that I don't understand.

At this time, Wu Mingsheng also intervened: "Mr. Fang, can you sell this calligraphy? I am willing to buy it at a high price!"

As expected, he is the chairman of the Chinese General Association and has a lot of money!

Fang Minghua had no choice but to say that these paintings and calligraphy were to be donated to the soon-to-be-established Confucius Institute and were not for sale to the outside world.

"That's easy, Mr. Fang, you can paint another one and donate it to the Confucius Institute." Wu Mingsheng said again: "There is also this painting." Wu Mingsheng pointed to Wang Xijing's "Seven Sages in the Bamboo Grove", which I also Want it! You ask the painter to paint another one!

Ix-on:##￥&

Fang Minghua originally didn't plan to sell it, but when he heard what Wu Mingsheng said, his heart moved.

Sell?

Of course I don't care, I don't lack the money, but the other calligraphers and painters in Xijing are not too wealthy themselves, how can I help them make some extra money?

Thinking of this, he changed his mind and said: "Chairman Wu, let's enjoy it now. As for the sale, how about we discuss it in detail after it's over?"

"sure!"

"In that case, how many should I choose?" It was Wang Longchang who spoke.

Fang Minghua certainly agrees.

After looking around with everyone, Yang Yihang and William said goodbye and left. Wang Longchang and Wu Mingsheng stayed, wanting to take a closer look and pick out their own new ideas.

Unexpectedly, Gabriel also stayed and told Fang Minghua that he was also very interested in traditional Chinese culture, especially calligraphy and painting, and he was going to buy a few pieces to go back and appreciate.

Real or fake?

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But even if people say this, Fang Minghua can't drive them away.

Wu Mingsheng had already selected, and Wang Longchang also selected two paintings after looking at them. One was Marcian's "Smoke and Clouds in the Qinling Mountains", and he also looked at another painting by Zhong Fang Minghua, Wang Wei's "Three Miscellaneous Poems·Part 2". 》：

You come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown.

Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow?

Gabriel only chose one painting, which was also written by Fang Minghua and written by Zhou Dunyi of the Song Dynasty, "The Love of the Lotus"!

Oops

My calligraphy is so popular?

It's better than those calligraphy masters' calligraphy?

Impossible.

These people are obviously flattering, especially Gabriel, who doesn't know anything about calligraphy. His calligraphy of "Love of Lotus" is very ordinary.

Could it be that the other party is attracted by the words written on it?

"President Wang, Chairman Wu, Mr. Gabriel, I originally planned to donate these calligraphy and paintings to the Confucius Institute, but I didn't expect to sell them. I have never traded calligraphy and paintings, so this price..." Fang Minghua said frankly.

In a word, I don't know how much these calligraphy and paintings are worth, you guys decide.

At this time, Wang Longchang pondered for a while and said: "I bought an authentic painting of Qi Baishi at Christie's in Hong Kong this spring, and the price was 2.2 million Hong Kong dollars. Although the calligraphy and paintings on display today can't be compared with Qi Baishi's, they are still worth 800,000 to 1 million Hong Kong dollars, which is equivalent to 90,000 to 120,000 US dollars.

"The two I selected, then 120,000 US dollars? "Wu Mingsheng immediately took over the conversation and looked at Fang Minghua: "What do you think?"

My blood is worth 1 million Hong Kong dollars?

Even Wang Xijing's painting is not worth it!

He didn't know about other people's calligraphy and paintings, but Wang Xijing's was only worth 70,000 or 80,000 yuan at most in China, and it was not easy to sell!

But the other party came to the door, so I couldn't refuse it, right?

Besides, I didn't care about the 1 million. Would Wang Xijing be happy to hear it?

Fang Minghua seemed to see Wang Xijing's fat face smiling.