It took three days for Su Hua to put together the painting of Bada Shanren Zhu Da.
It's so broken, it's a big fight.
After putting it together, she started repairing it.
After a lot of hard work, the painting was finally restored without any trace.
After the painting was completed, she was quite satisfied with the Mohe painting.
The brushwork and ink throughout the painting are condensed and resolute, the style is majestic and timeless, the artistic conception is cold, and the painting is based on Zen. The picture is simple, but the aftertaste is endless.
Zhu Da broke through the painting methods of his predecessors in terms of conception, composition, and style. He used the changes in dry and wet shades of ink and the ups and downs of his brushstrokes to create a lot of paintings.
The lotus stems are round, straight and straight, and appear to be swaying in the wind, but they are graceful and graceful, contrasting with the pitching lotus leaves.
After repairing it, the next step is to find a buyer.
She called Shen Yuan and asked: "Which auction house in Kyoto is more reliable?"
Shen Yuan was surprised, "You repaired such a broken painting in such a short time?"
"Well, there are no signs of repair at all."
"Oh my God, you're so awesome!"
Su Hua frowned slightly and held the phone further away from her ear.
She felt that although Shen Yuan and Shen Huai were siblings, their personalities were quite different. Shen Yuan was too lively.
But it just complements myself, moving and still.
Shen Yuan said that he would ask for more information and then hung up.
It didn't take long for her to call back, "I've inquired about it. The largest auction houses in Kyoto are Zhengrong Auction and Poly Auction, with a transaction rate as high as 80%. These two major auction houses have accumulated more than half of the high-end collectors in the country. These collectors are high-end collectors worth billions or even tens of billions."
Su Hua asked: "Which one is closest to us?"
"Zhengrong Auction House is a little closer to us."
Su Hua thought for a moment, "Then let's go to Zhengrong Auction House."
"Okay, I'll pick you up."
An hour later, Su Hua and Shen Yuan arrived at the Zhengrong Auction House.
The two walked into the lobby and saw, good guys, we have to queue up.
There had to be at least five to sixty people lined up in front of the auction, all of whom had brought their collections from all over the country to be auctioned here.
Because before the auction, it needs to be appraised, reviewed, and the starting price negotiated, which is a complicated procedure.
Now that everyone is here, Su Hua and Shen Yuan are also standing in line in the hall.
From morning to noon, the queue in front was reduced by half, and both of us felt our legs sore from standing there.
Su Hua said, "How about we change homes."
"Wait a little longer, the other family may not be missing." Shen Yuan bent down to beat his sore leg.
After beating for a while, she straightened up and stretched.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up, she pointed to the elevator ahead and shouted to Su Hua, "Look, handsome guy!"
Her voice is not quiet.
Everyone turned to look at her.
But he only glanced at her and shifted his gaze to Su Hua beside him.
Because Su Hua looks so eye-catching.
She has black hair and red lips, a face so white that her oval seeds glow, and her beautiful eyes are moist with autumn water. Her eyes are very quiet and graceful, and she stands there without any desire or desire, as if she has traveled through time from a distant ancient painting.
In full view of everyone, Su Hua felt a little embarrassed.
She tilted her head, avoiding everyone's gaze, and looked in the direction pointed by Shen Yuan.
That man is quite handsome.
He is very tall, wearing a handsome black jacket, black trousers, short hair, handsome and deep features, especially his eyes, which are dark and melancholy, with a sense of story, which directly touches Su Hua's heart.
Su Hua recognized him at a glance.
It was the man I bumped into at the Kyoto Hotel a few days ago.
He has a pair of eyes that look very much like A Yao.
Thinking of Ayao, Suhua began to feel tight in her chest, breathless, and gradually shrank into a small ball in pain.
She pressed her chest and frowned.
The man seemed to notice them, turned his head and gave a few instructions to the people behind him before leaving.
Not long after, a staff member wearing a suit and tie came to Su Hua and said, "Are you Miss Su Hua?"
Su Hua nodded, "I am."
"Our young director invites you."
Su Hua was slightly surprised, "I don't know you, Young Master."
The staff looked at the painting rolled in her hand and said, "Aren't you here to auction ancient paintings?"
"yes."
"Our Young Master wants to see the painting in your hand."
Su Hua and Shen Yuan followed the staff and took the elevator to their young director's office.
The office is large and decorated in an antique style.
An ink bamboo painting by Zheng Banqiao hangs on the east wall, backed by a large floor-to-ceiling window.
Their young directors were sitting on black leather seats.
He is very young, about twenty-five or six years old, handsome and neat, and wearing a black jacket, which is a bit out of place with the antique decoration.
Shaodong is the man I saw in the hall just now, the man whose eyes look very much like Ah Yao.
Su Hua was stunned.
Looking up close, the man's eyes look more like Ah Yao's, they are exactly the same.
But only the eyes are similar, and the rest of the nose, face shape, skin color, and height are not similar.
The Ah Yao in her memory was a fair-skinned and thin boy who looked like he stepped out of a cartoon.
The man in front of him has a dark complexion, a strong body, short hair, and deep, three-dimensional facial features with edges and corners.
All the male characteristics are obvious.
He is a handsome and sharp mature man.
Shen Yuan's eyes began to shine again, and she praised in a low voice: "What a young, handsome, and stylish young director."
The man stood up from his chair and walked towards them with his long legs.
Su Hua stood there quietly, staring directly into his eyes.
Those eyes were like a key to unlocking her painful memories. Once opened, they were filled with layers of untouchable pain.
The man walked up to her, stretched out his right hand, and said politely: "Hello, Miss Su, my name is Gu Jinyao."
Su Hua paused when she heard the word "Yao" and subconsciously looked at his stretched out hand. Her fingers were long and strong, and there was a thin layer of calluses on both sides of her right index finger.
It was a hand that held a gun all year round.
Seeing that Su Hua had been standing still, Shen Yuan touched her arm and said, "Su Hua, hurry up and shake hands with her."
Only then did Su Hua reach out to hold his hand.
They held it for a long time.
The normal handshake time is exceeded.
Ever since Su Hua saw Gu Jinyao's eyes, she was confused and in a daze. She didn't realize that the handshake took too long.
Until Shen Yuan coughed and said, "Su Hua, please open the painting quickly and show it to Mr. Gu."
Only then did Su Hua realize that he was losing his temper and quickly took her hand out of his hand.
Gu Jinyao reached out to pick up her painting, raised his eyelashes slightly, and glanced at her left hand, which had been cut off by the door.
There are scars on such beautiful fingers, and the nails are still black and purple and have not been completely shed.
His eyes turned cold, he took the painting, unfolded it calmly, looked at the picture and paper carefully, then looked at the red seals on it, and said: "This is an authentic work by Bada Shanren, how much do you plan to sell it for?" money?"
Shen Yuan said hurriedly: "I checked online and found that the ink lotus paintings by Bada Shanren Zhu Da have been sold for more than 10 million each year."
Gu Jinyao ignored her and asked Su Hua again: "How much do you plan to sell it for?"
Su Hua's face was pale, slightly distracted, and she said absently: "Anything is fine."
Gu Jinyao put the painting on the table and said calmly: "I paid 12 million, and I bought this painting."
Su Hua was extremely surprised, "You want to buy it?"
Gu Jinyao hummed, "My father loves to collect Bada Shanren's paintings, but there is just one ink lotus missing."
Seeing that he was serious, Su Hua cheered up and said, "This painting is badly damaged. I restored it, so there is no need to pay such a high price."
Whether you have practiced it or not, you can find it out by testing it with an instrument.
Su Hua didn't want to hide it, but she couldn't.
Gu Jinyao lowered his eyes and looked at her, and said expressionlessly: "It's hard to buy something with money. I like it. Just twelve million. Cash or transfer?"
Su Hua was silent and said, "Anything is fine."
"Give me your account number and I'll ask the finance department to transfer the money to you."
Su Hua didn't expect him to be so happy, so she hesitated and said, "Don't you find an appraiser to identify the authenticity?"
Gu Jinyao glanced at the paintings on the table and said with a very firm tone, "Bada Shanren's ink-painting art is unique in ancient and modern times. It is a masterpiece that is difficult for ordinary people to imitate. Even if you imitate it, you can only imitate it, but you cannot imitate his charm. This painting has both form and spirit, and it is real at first sight. The seals on it are also real. I believe in my eyesight."
What else did Su Hua want to say.
Shen Yuan touched her hand with his hand and signaled her to stop talking.
Su Hua reported her bank account number.
The other party should have activated the real-time payment function for large-value transfers. After signing the contract, Su Hua received the payment information of 12 million.
Things went so smoothly that Su Hua felt a little unreal, confused, and like a dream.
After saying "thank you" to Gu Jinyao, she took the contract and left with Shen Yuan.
When I walked outside the door, I heard a man calling from behind: "Su Hua."
The sound of "Suhua" seemed to be filled with deep emotion.
Somehow, Su Hua suddenly had a thin layer of tears in her eyes.
