Hearing this, Zhou Baichuan showed an expression of disbelief, "Really? Did you really bring your painting to life?"
"Really, I was very moved when I looked at the painting. I was so moved that I wanted to cry. After painting for nearly twenty years, this is the first time I feel like this." Su Hua has always been low-key and modest, and never praises herself.
Today is an exception.
It’s not about boasting, it’s about expressing your feelings truthfully.
Zhou Baichuan was so excited that his voice broke, "Quick, quick, bring the painting and show it to me!"
"It hasn't been framed yet."
Zhou Baichuan said in a hurried tone: "No, just bring the painting to me for a look. If you like it, you don't have to worry about mounting it or anything."
"Okay, where should we meet?"
“Come to my house and I’ll send you the address on WeChat.”
"Then I'll be there in an hour."
After hanging up the phone, Su Hua began to wash and change clothes.
After eating a few hasty meals, she rolled up the picture and went out to get in the car.
Arrive at Zhou Mansion on time.
The Zhou family lives in a Chinese-style villa area outside the city.
Su Hua pushed open the antique red lacquer door.
Inside are circular arches and a long corridor.
Winding paths lead to secluded areas, pavilions, rockeries, flowing water, and Chinese-style gardens are all available.
Simple and unique.
The living room is super spacious, with Chinese-style huanghuali wood furniture, low-key yet luxurious, and the details reveal the rich heritage of the Zhou family.
Zhou Baichuan had been waiting in the living room for a long time, drinking tea.
I saw Su Hua being brought in by the servant.
Zhou Baichuan hurriedly stood up from his seat, stretched out his arms, palms facing up, and made a "please" gesture, "Miss Su, let's go to the study."
"Okay, Uncle Zhou." Su Hua took the painting and followed him to the study.
The study room is large and decorated in a simple and unique way.
It's very quiet and the sound insulation effect is very good.
Zhou Baichuan closed the door.
Su Hua walked to the desk, unfolded the painting which was just over two meters long and one meter and three wide, and carefully laid it out on the huanghuali wood table.
Zhou Baichuan lowered his eyes and studied the painting carefully.
I was immediately shocked!
The entire painting, whether it is a mountain or a dense forest, has a solemn and thick ink color.
A strong and majestic aura emerged.
In front of this momentum, the bright light of the day seemed to become dim when pressed by it.
It gives people a feeling of "like walking on a mountain at night, with layers of deep darkness".
He was so shocked that he didn't speak for a long time.
It's really hard to believe that such a majestic and powerful painting was painted by the delicate and gentle little girl in front of me.
He has been looking for such a painting for many years.
Countless excellent painters copied it one after another, but they were always unsatisfactory.
The painting in front of you has both character and soul. It is truly unforgettable.
Looking at it, Zhou Baichuan almost burst into tears.
Good works of art can really move people's hearts and make them cry.
He raised his hand to touch his chin and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, great painting!"
Said "ok" three times in a row!
He calmed down, picked up his phone, and took several long videos of the paintings, including every detail.
After the photo is taken, it will be sent to the scheduled customer.
After getting a satisfactory reply from the customer, Zhou Baichuan said to Su Hua: "Sit down and wait for a while, I will get you a check."
Called the servant and served her tea.
He turned around and walked out.
When he came to the living room, he went to find his bag and his checkbook.
He met his daughter, Zhou Pinpin, who had just come back from outside.
Zhou Pinpin threw the bag on the sofa and looked at his father. Seeing that his expression was abnormal, he couldn't help but ask: "Dad, what's wrong with you today? I feel like you are very excited."
Zhou Baichuan raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his eyes, "Su Hua's painting is so good, it's so surprising. I'll give her a check to pay the balance."
I heard my father go out of his way to praise others.
Zhou Pinpin felt very uncomfortable.
She frowned and said in a somewhat harsh tone, "Isn't it just a painting? Is it really that good?"
"Okay, very good, unexpectedly good. You laymen don't understand." Zhou Baichuan responded casually, opened the bag, took out the checkbook from inside, picked up the pen and signed on it.
Zhou Pinpin snatched the pen from his hand.
Glancing at the study in the distance, she lowered her voice and said, "Dad, are you stupid? She is Gu Beixian's ex-wife. Why do you need to make her wedding dress to make her more ambitious?"
The more outstanding Su Hua is, the more she becomes bleak.
She didn't want to be crushed by her.
Gu Beixian is the man she likes, and she is still waiting to catch the big fish in the long run.
Zhou Baichuan's expression was stagnant, "But she painted really well. I was very satisfied. I took a video and showed it to the client, and he was also very satisfied. Besides, I paid the deposit. Excluding the deposit, I can earn 450 yuan by changing hands." One hundred thousand, why not do it?”
Zhou Pinpin was not happy.
She crossed her arms across her chest and raised her chin, looking arrogant, "I don't care, anyway, if you still treat me as your daughter, you can't accept this painting."
Zhou Baichuan smacked his teeth and said, "The situation is too small, you."
"Which one is lighter and which one is heavier? You can weigh it yourself." After saying this in a strong tone, Zhou Pinpin turned around and went upstairs.
Looking at her back, Zhou Baichuan hesitated.
On one side is his biological daughter.
On one side is Su Hua.
He couldn't afford to offend his daughter, but he really wanted to accept Su Hua's painting.
After weighing it for a long time, he finally chose his daughter.
After all, I will spend half my life with my daughter. If I don’t see you when I lower my head, I will see you when I raise my head.
Because of this incident, the relationship between father and daughter has been stumbling. Isn’t it self-inflicted?
Su Hua is just an outsider.
Zhou Baichuan thought about his words, returned to the study, and said to her in a haha, "I'm sorry, Miss Su, my client just called me and said he was not satisfied. How about you see if anyone else wants it?"
The bright light in Su Hua's eyes dimmed instantly.
The smile on his lips froze.
The loss and frustration are beyond words.
The results of all the hard work were denied.
It doesn't get more devastating than this.
Especially people who engage in art are much more sensitive and fragile than ordinary people.
Sometimes one blow is enough to ruin a person's artistic career.
It took a long time before Su Hua calmed down a little.
She stretched the muscles on her face with difficulty and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, "That's it, then forget it."
Zhou Baichuan wrung his hands with a look of shame on his face, "I'm sorry, Miss Su."
"It's okay." Su Hua walked slowly to the desk and rolled up the painting.
My arms were so stiff that I couldn't lift them, and it took me a long time to roll them up properly.
I felt so wronged that I wanted to cry.
I have been painting for so long that I forget to eat and sleep, and I paint all the time in my dreams at night.
It took me almost to the point of being obsessed with the painting before I could finish it.
She felt that this painting was the best one she had copied in the past twenty years.
The composition is perfect, the momentum is majestic, the details are realistic, and there are sounds, colors and emotions.
But they were completely rejected by Zhou Baichuan and his clients.
For a moment, she doubted her abilities.
After finally finishing the scroll, Su Hua took the painting and left Zhou's house.
When we returned to Fengqi Chao Ming, it was already dark.
Su Hua sat withered in the study, like a tree that had been struck by lightning and lost all its prosperity.
No lights on.
He just sat quietly in the darkness, his usually straight back now a little bent.
I feel very sad.
Extremely frustrating.
The feeling of depression and depression was overwhelming.
Sister Liu came up, knocked on the door and called her to eat.
Su Hua said feebly: "I'm not hungry, you can eat by yourself. After eating, you can get off work."
Sister Liu heard her unhappiness and hurried downstairs to call Gu Beixian.
As soon as the call is connected.
She hurriedly said: "Mr. Gu, the young lady is not in the right state. In the afternoon, she happily left with the painting, and when she came back in the evening, she looked very sad and didn't even eat dinner."
Gu Beixian frowned, raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "I have ten more minutes to end the meeting. You wait until I get there before leaving."
"Okay, Mr. Gu."
Not long after, Gu Beixian came.
Go upstairs and open the study door.
It was pitch black inside.
Gu Beixian raised his hand to turn on the light and saw Su Yaku sitting there with stiff eyes, pale face and no expression.
Not as calm as a normal person.
This would happen whenever she was feeling particularly sad.
Gu Beixian walked to her, sat down next to her, took her into his arms, and asked in a soft voice, "What's wrong?"
"fine."
"If you don't tell me, who are you going to tell?"
Indeed, there was no one she could talk to except him.
Su Hua smiled palely and said, "The other party doesn't want that painting."
"So it's because of this." Gu Beixian took out his wallet from his trousers pocket and pulled out a card, "I want the painting. He offered fifteen million, right? I'll offer double the price."
Su Hua stuffed the card back into his wallet, "It's not about money."
It is my own efforts that are not recognized.
Self-confidence was shot.
Even his own vision was questioned.
Gu Beixian didn't know how to comfort her, so he hugged her in silence for a while.
He let go of her, stood up, and went out to call his assistant.
After being connected.
He ordered: "Check whether Zhou Baichuan has made any international calls recently, and then check to see if there are any foreign rich people who like ancient calligraphy and painting, especially Fan Kuan's paintings. Send more manpower to make it more efficient. I need it urgently."
"Okay, Mr. Gu, I'll arrange for someone to check right away."
Gu Beixian hummed and picked up the phone.
Zhou Baichuan knew that he made a fortune by reselling cultural relics.
He asked Su Hua to order a painting. Naturally, it was not what he wanted. It must have been resold to foreign customers.
Since Zhou Baichuan doesn't want it, then skip him and go directly to the source customer.
Half an hour later.
The assistant called and said, "Mr. Gu, after completing the investigation, we have identified a person named Fan Hongru, a Chinese-American who has close contacts with Zhou Baichuan."
Gu Beixian curled his lips and said, "Date him for me right away!"
