Chapter 302: 200,000 for a Painting

After hearing what Wang Lianjun said, everyone came forward to watch.

"It's really a thread end! This painting is too real, even such a small thread end is drawn! It feels more real than the photo!"

"Awesome, awesome, a small thread end can be drawn to be real, amazing!"

"Isn't this the legendary surreal painting method?"

"It only takes ten minutes to draw such a detailed work, it's amazing."

"This... I take back what I said before, those painters on BL station are obviously quite different from the one just now."

The young man who had questioned Luo Shuning before was completely convinced after seeing clearly that the defect he pointed out was actually a "thread end".

"Ahem..." The lady boss kindly reminded, "The one just now was also painting on BL station."

The young man was surprised and said, "What! A master of this level is still painting on BL station? What's the name of his BL station?"

"Black Dragon Mountain King, if you pay attention now, you will be an old fan in a few days."

The lady boss got a painting from Luo Shuning, and she didn't mind helping him promote it.

"I'll follow him right now!" After seeing how powerful Luo Shuning was, the young man immediately became a fan and took out his phone to search and follow him.

"What is BL Station?"

"Yes, what are you talking about? Is it a professional painting website?"

The older brothers next to him were old, so it was not surprising that they had never heard of BL Station, a website where young people gathered.

"The full name of BL Station is Bilibili, which is a website that focuses on medium and long videos. If you are interested, you can download one. We have free wifi in our store."

The lady boss was in a good mood and took the opportunity to advertise BL Station and attract a few new users.

"Okay, okay, let's follow the person just now on the next BL Station. It's not easy for our Shi City to have such a talent."

"Yes! Maybe one day this person will become a big celebrity in our Shi City!"

The older brothers were very optimistic about Luo Shuning's future. They took out their phones on the spot, downloaded BL Station, followed him, and became Luo Shuning's new fans.

After paying attention to Luo Xunning, several big brothers checked out and left, doing whatever they needed to do.

Wang Lianjun was not interested in the topics such as BL stations that everyone was discussing. He was fully engaged in appreciating the paintings, fearing that he would miss any details.

The proprietress saw that he was concentrating on the paintings and did not disturb him.

Wang Lianjun looked at the paintings for five or six minutes in a focused state, and suddenly turned around and asked the proprietress standing next to him: "Professor, who is this girl in the painting?"

"It's my daughter." The proprietress didn't know why Wang Lianjun asked this, but she told him the truth.

Wang Lianjun pointed to a small dot on the girl's elbow in the painting and asked: "Does your daughter have a heart-shaped mole on her elbow?"

"Oh! Even this is drawn! Let me see!" The proprietress was shocked again after hearing what Wang Lianjun said, and hurried to the front of the painting to take a closer look.

"Awesome, awesome! So awesome, even such details are drawn!"

"My daughter does have a mole of this shape on her elbow, it's exactly the same!"

The boss lady was amazed after seeing it.

"Focusing on various details, this kind of surreal painting style, Professor Guang must like it..."

Wang Lianjun thought to himself, looked up at the boss lady and asked: "Boss lady, I want to call Professor Guang of our school and ask him to come over to appreciate this painting, you see..."

"Okay, okay, of course!" The boss lady nodded and agreed.

The boss lady is a pure layman, she doesn't understand painting, she is a complete novice, and asking someone who knows painting to appreciate it, she can also estimate the value of this painting.

Besides, if you find someone to appraise it yourself, you have to spend money.

If there is a free one, you will definitely not spend that money.

"I'll call Professor Guang now."

After Wang Lianjun said that, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, found the number of "mentor Guang Tongfu" in the address book and dialed it.

After talking on the phone for about a minute, Wang Lianjun hung up and told the old version that Professor Guang was on his way and it would take about half an hour to come.

The boss lady agreed with a smile: "Okay, okay, no problem, I'll wait."

"This boss lady made a profit..."

"Yes, a meal of mutton soup was exchanged for such a painting, it's a good deal."

"I can't envy such good luck! Let's go, let's go, it's time to go to work."

The remaining few people who were eating melons around would be lying if they said they didn't envy them, but the melons were almost eaten, and those who were going to work checked out and went to work.

The young man who had just questioned Luo Xuning called the company supervisor to ask for leave and stayed.

He was also a little curious about how the old professor of the Academy of Fine Arts would evaluate this painting.

This first-hand witnessing of miracles is much more interesting than going to work.

At 8:27 in the morning, a black Audi A6 parked in the open-air parking space in front of the mutton soup restaurant.

The door of the Audi A6 opened, and an old man with gray hair but a rosy face and full of energy came out.

When Wang Lianjun saw the A6 in the room, he hurriedly stood up to greet him and greeted him respectfully: "Teacher, you are here!"

The person who came was Guang Tongfu, whom Wang Lianjun had just contacted on the phone.

The old man is 71 years old this year and is a senior professor of oil painting who was rehired by Shishi Academy of Fine Arts.

Guang Tongfu nodded and said impatiently: "Xiao Wang, where is the painting you mentioned?"

"Inside, the proprietress has taken it to the kitchen." Wang Lianjun pointed to the door of the mutton soup restaurant and explained.

"Then let's stop talking nonsense and go see the work first! If it's as good as you say, I'll dig him into our school no matter what."

While Guang Tongfu was talking, he turned his back on customers and led Wang Lianjun towards the store with a long stride. After entering, he went straight to the proprietress standing behind the counter.

"Girl, where is that painting? Can you show it to me?"

Guang Tongfu said whatever he wanted to say, without being sloppy at all and going straight to the point. He is 70 years old this year, so it would not be rude to call the boss's wife who is in her 40s.

"Teacher Wang, this is Professor Guang you just mentioned! Please follow me!"

Without Wang Lianjun's introduction, the proprietress guessed Guang Tongfu's identity, hurriedly came out of the counter, and invited the two of them to the small room next to them to look at the paintings.

The young man who had questioned Luo Yanning before quickly stood up and said, "Madam boss, can you take me to see it together? I also like that painting very much."

"This..." The landlady looked at Professor Guang and Wang Lianjun, looking a little embarrassed.

The young man had been chatting with her for a while, and it was during this chat that he discovered that they were fellow villagers, and they even added each other on WeChat.

The fellow wanted to go with him to see the paintings, but she was too embarrassed to refuse directly, but she was also worried that Professor Guang would be unhappy if she took the decision to take the young people to see the paintings.

Guang Tongfu said with an indifferent expression: "The painting is the boss's wife's painting, you have the final say."

"Then let's go together." Seeing that Guang Tongfu had no objection, the landlady nodded and agreed to the fellow's request.

"Guys, wait a moment. I'll go and close the door."

It was already past half past 8 o'clock in the morning, and all the customers in the store had left, and it was already past breakfast time, so there wouldn't be anyone behind.

After the proprietress closed the store door, she hung up a small wooden sign that said "Closed", and then led a group of three people into a small room in the back kitchen.

The boss, who had been busy in the kitchen all morning, also took off his apron and joined the "appreciation team" together.

"What a painting! What a skill! What a stroke!"

After seeing the painting, Guang Tongfu couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he said three words "good" three times in a row. He praised it first and then looked at it.

After complimenting him, Guang Tongfu took out a palm-sized magnifying glass from his pocket and leaned forward to study it carefully.

While looking at it, he praised, "This color is so true. I can use ordinary pigments to create such a good ink color. I am ashamed of myself in this aspect of ink mixing."

After seeing the use of colors in the painting, Guang Tongfu couldn't help but admire it.

"The proprietress of this store must be so lucky..."

After Wang Lianjun heard Professor Guang Tongfu's evaluation, he looked at the landlady with great envy. A painting that could be praised by Professor Guang Tongfu was definitely not ordinary.

"The processing of lines is also masterful! The last time I saw this kind of surreal painting with my own eyes was when I went to WH Art Academy for exchange and study last year and saw the paintings of Dean Leng Jun."

"Awesome, so awesome..."

"I guess some people believe it is Leng Jun's work."

Guang Tongfu held a magnifying glass and admired while looking at it. The more he looked at it, the more surprised he became. The more he looked at it, the more he could feel the author's superb skills.

"Teacher, are you saying... that the artist of this painting is comparable to Dean Leng Jun?"

Wang Lianjun was extremely surprised when he heard Guang Tongfu's praise.

As a university art teacher who teaches painting full-time, Wang Lianjun naturally knows the name Leng Jun, just like all music singers know Jay Chou.

In the domestic oil painting world, Leng Jun is also a special case.

He did not come from a prestigious family in the "Eight Academy of Fine Arts". He graduated from the Sports Art Department of WH Normal University, Hankou Branch in 1984. After ten years of hard work, he became famous for his meticulous and hyper-realistic painting style in the 1990s.

Being able to become a unique leader among young and middle-aged oil painters in China, in addition to the guidance of teachers, Leng Jun relies more on diligent self-study and persistence in creating realistic oil paintings.

His works have won numerous awards including the Gold Medal at the 9th National Art Exhibition, the Excellence Award at the 10th National Art Exhibition, etc.

Standing in front of Leng Jun's works, even a person who knows nothing about oil painting can feel a thrilling power.

Through layers of paint, he brings silence, coldness and depth to people.

"Yes, Xiao Wang..."

Guang Tongfu looked at it carefully with a magnifying glass and said: "If you hadn't told me in advance on the phone that it was painted by a young man, I would have believed it even if you said it was painted by Dean Leng Jun himself."

"This..." Wang Lianjun was so surprised when he heard Guang Tongfu comparing Luo Yanning's works with Leng Jun's works that he didn't know what to say.

The young man who questioned Luo Yanning's painting skills before was also extremely surprised and said: "Professor Guang, are you talking about Dean Leng Jun who sold a painting for a high price of 60 million?"

Guang Tongfu nodded and said, "Yes, among contemporary young painters, only his paintings can be sold at such a price."

"What the hell? A painting sold for... 60 million?"

The boss and his wife immediately lost their composure after hearing what the young man said.

Not to mention 60 million, even if a zero is removed, if it sells for 6 million, they will both wake up laughing in their dreams.

Even if the sale is less than 6 million, selling for 600,000 or even 60,000 is still a profitable business.

Guang Tongfu finally said: "The value of money is just an add-on, and the artistic value is the greatest value of this work."

The boss and his wife didn’t think so.

Although this painting was originally painted for their daughter, if someone really paid for the painting and the price was high, they would not mind reselling it.

As ordinary people, they are more willing to pursue material life and work hard to make money to make their lives better.

As for the pursuit of art, it is far from ordinary people, and it is not something ordinary people can afford and play well.

For them, the monetary value of a painting far exceeds its artistic value.

It only took Luo Yanning about 10 minutes to paint this painting, but Guang Tongfu looked at it with a magnifying glass for more than an hour, during which he was full of praise.

"Boss, are you selling this painting?" Guang Tongfu liked it more and more and planned to buy it back and study it carefully.

The landlady didn't expect that there would be customers wanting to buy paintings so soon, and she suddenly looked happy.

Guang Tongfu had just been looking at the paintings for more than an hour, and he almost had "like" written on his face. If he liked it so much, he would definitely be willing to bid.

The boss's Adam's apple twitched, he swallowed, and asked Guang Tongfu: "If I sell it, Professor, how much can you give me?"

"Although your painting is of high quality, its author is not famous..."

Guang Tongfu said whatever he wanted, and he talked for more than three minutes, giving the boss and his wife some basic knowledge about the oil painting market.

Finally, he said: "I can give you 200,000 yuan. Of course, if you feel you are losing money, you can also take the painting to the market and ask around to see if there is anyone who bids higher than me."

"20...200,000?" The boss and his wife were excited after hearing Guang Tongfu's quotation.

200,000 is a lot of money for them.

An ordinary worker in Shishi with a salary of about 4,000 would have to save such a large amount of money for almost six or seven years.

Of course, this is only theoretical.

The actual situation is that after six or seven years, many migrant workers have become older, but they still don’t have much savings.

When Luo Yanning painted this painting, it only lasted about 10 minutes. It didn't look like a careless masterpiece.

Moreover, this painting is easy to come by. A meal of mutton soup can be replaced by such a painting.

Therefore, the boss and his wife were very excited about the price offered by Guang Tongfu!

The two went outside to discuss for about ten minutes, and finally agreed to sell the "unknown painting" by Luo Yanning for 200,000.

A meal of mutton soup was exchanged for 200,000 yuan. This transaction was definitely a profitable one.

As for whether this painting will appreciate in value in the future...

It's possible, but unlikely.

Moreover, as Guang Tongfu said, the preservation of oil paintings is also a very troublesome matter.

If it is not saved well, let alone 200,000 yuan, it will not even be worth 20 yuan by then.

After hedging against the possibility of appreciation and depreciation, the 200,000 cash obtained is the most cost-effective.

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it is.

There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.

To this.

Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.

It can be said.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.

Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.

Possessing the memory of a previous life.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.

At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

Enter the attic.

The environment changes in vain.

The aroma of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.

It is almost impossible to clean away the smell of blood that comes from everyone in the Zhenmo Division.