"Absolutely not!"
"I can't just let this happen to me."
Peng Guo looked at Tang Miaomiao, and then at Song Yun.
"Song Yun, come here for a while."
Peng Guo walked to Song Yun's side, and while speaking, he pointed to the corner next to him.
Song Yun was confused, not knowing what Peng Guo wanted to do, put down his teacup and followed him to the side.
"Song Yun is discussing something with you, how much golden millet paper do you have?"
Peng Guo was embarrassed, but for the paper, he gritted his teeth and spoke directly.
"what?"
"Peng Guo, what do you mean?"
Song Yun was even more confused at this moment. Why did Peng Guo suddenly ask this question at this time? Shouldn't he wait until the appraisal is completed?
"Song Yun, let me tell you, if these papers are in the hands of my teacher and senior Zhao Sheng, I want to get one and a half, absolutely impossible. The two of them are very stingy in this regard!"
Song Yun couldn't help laughing. He already understood what Peng Guo meant. In order to get paper, he really worked hard, but this is not surprising. For calligraphers and painters, especially those with higher levels, the requirements for paper are The higher you are, the higher you see the good paper in front of you, it's like seeing the most beautiful woman in the world, doing everything, Peng Guo is just saying bad things behind his back, and he is already very restrained.
"You mean, let us keep a little bit and sell it to you?"
Song Yun knew that Peng Guo definitely meant this.
"Yes, nothing wrong!"
"That's what I mean!"
"I have to buy some in front of the teacher and Senior Zhao Sheng."
Peng Guo generously admitted that at this time, time is pressing, and it makes no sense at all, and we must hurry up and finalize it.
Song Yun nodded, but then raised his finger to touch the two paintings hanging on the wall.
Peng Guo's face suddenly became bitter, and he looked bitter than bitter gourd.
"No discussion?"
Peng Guo was eager, Song Yun pointed out that he wanted to refuse to sell two pieces before.
Song Yun shook his head. When would he not knock the bamboo pole at this time?
Peng Guo sighed helplessly, nodded and agreed.
"Peng Guo, don’t have to be so frowning. Actually, think about it. You drew these words. Your hands are on your body. You can paint whenever you want. You can paint as many times as you want. It's obviously no business. , It’s just pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
"The paper I got is different!"
"Each one is from a thousand or a hundred years ago. It is completely non-renewable. If you use one less than one, it is clear that you have taken a huge advantage!"
Seeing Peng Guo downcast, Song Yun smirked inwardly, his face serious and open.
Peng Guo almost vomited blood.
This is definitely a fallacy!
I do have my hands on my body and I can paint as much as I want, but the key to the problem is that it is not so easy to paint at a high level, especially now that I have not fully reached the peak and my technical level is far from stable. If you want to draw good things, you also have to look at the state. The state is completely random at present. It is impossible to draw as much as Song Yun said. Don’t talk about yourself. His own teacher Mao Peng, and top masters including Zhao Sheng, could not have the same level of quality in every painting.
Peng Guoren had to bow his head under the eaves. Song Yun's eyes were too poisonous. With so many paintings on the wall, he could see the best two at a glance. There was no way.
The only thing Peng Guo can comfort himself is that he is still young and still has time. He will definitely be able to send out better paintings in the future. However, Jin Suzhi is hard to come by. After passing this village, there will be no such shop. Now there is a chance, hurry up and collect One point, otherwise you will definitely regret it in the future.
Tang Miaomiao saw Song Yun and Peng Guo walk to the side and whispered for a long time before coming back, very curious.
Song Yun looked at Tang Miaomiao and you knew what she was thinking. Tang Miaomiao sat next to Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng, close to each other, and it was not convenient to talk. He took out his mobile phone and sent a message. The same thing is true. You have to communicate with Tang Miaomiao in private. The golden millet papers are all in the car, and you won’t be able to take them all down for a while, otherwise they will fall into the mouth of Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng. It's hard.
Tang Miaomiao didn't know why Song Yun did this business with Peng Guo.
After seeing Tang Miaomiao's information, Song Yun raised his head and looked puzzled. He understood in seconds, didn't speak, just raised his hand and pointed at two paintings hanging on the wall not far away.
As soon as Tang Miaomiao saw this action, a smile appeared on his face.
Song Yun is definitely a good player to take advantage of the fire.
Peng Guo’s current level is far behind Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng, but his talents are extremely high, reaching or even surpassing Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng. This is just a matter of time. Huaxia is currently recognized as a genius in the painting and calligraphy circles. The paintings and calligraphy works of such people are of great collection value. Not to mention the two paintings that Song Yun was fond of, they are clearly Peng Guo's most mature and highest level works at this stage. Such paintings and calligraphy works are even far better than in the future. Higher-level calligraphy and calligraphy works still have collection value. The reason is simple. These two paintings are milestones in Peng Guo's calligraphy and calligraphy career. This kind of thing is very important to a calligraphy and painting artist.
Seeing Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao’s actions, Peng Guo couldn’t guess what they were doing. There is no way. As a calligrapher and painter who has ideals and pursuits, he doesn’t need to bend for Wudoumi. , But facing the good paper that can be met and cannot be sought, I can only bow my head. Peng Guo Peng Guo Peng Guo Peng Guo
