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Chapter 1470 Oil painting?

After turning around, Bai Shuhua took Wang Mo to a gallery that seemed to be quite large.

When he reached the door, Wang Mo asked, "Is it here?"

Bai Shuhua nodded and said, "Yes, come in quickly, they should close the door in a while."

Wang Mo looked at the size of the company and said, "Let's forget it. This company doesn't seem to be doing that kind of small business. My paintings are so good that people can appreciate them."

Bai Shuhua quickly came over and pulled Wang Mo and said, "You are underestimating yourself, don't you have the confidence to become a famous painter in the future?"

"Of course I have, but after all, I'm not famous now, let's go to those small galleries!"

Bai Shuhua: "You don't know it now. In fact, besides having contracted painters and regular collectors to make money, these big galleries make money by investing in painters who are not yet famous. Good works will be bought and put in the warehouse to wait for appreciation. If the artist becomes famous one day, the money spent at the beginning will be returned dozens or even hundreds of times. So you have good works, of course I came here to give it a try, and in case people like it, the price I paid is much higher than those small galleries outside."

Under Bai Shuhua's persuasion, Wang Mo finally came in with her.

After the two came in, they ran into a middle-aged man who was sending an old man out.

After seeing the two of them, after sending the guest away, the middle-aged man immediately ran over enthusiastically and said: "I said that when the door is about to close today, there are always things that can't be closed. So I was waiting for Miss Bai to come to the door." !"

Wang Mo saw what he called Bai Shuhua, and then saw his expression of wanting to curry favor with Bai Shuhua, looked at Bai Shuhua and then at him.

When Wang Mo couldn't see, Bai Shuhua gave this person a hard look, and then gave him a flirtatious look. What the boss here does every day is to greet and send off, and they are not ordinary people, so when it comes to Acting with winks, he has already been trained to perfection.

He immediately came to his senses, changed into an enthusiastic expression instead of that fawning expression, and said, "You are still here today because of Professor Sun. Doesn't Professor Sun have another masterpiece?"

Bai Shuhua introduced to the two: "Brother, he is the boss here, his name is Ma Youde, and my master often brings me here.

Mr. Ma, this is my senior brother Wang Mo. He is also studying painting under my master's name. My senior brother said that he has a work that he wants to sell. Didn't I immediately think of you? "

Ma Youde looks like a Mediterranean. He is less than 1.7 meters tall and has a body that is neither fat nor thin.

Ma Youde clapped his hands and said, "How about I say Miss Bai, you are kind-hearted, that is, you will think of my old horse, unlike other people who want to suck a mouthful of blood from my old horse. Please, let's make tea and chat."

Ma Youde could see that the relationship between Bai Shuhua and Wang Mo was unusual, so the main attention was on Wang Mo along the way, but he did not neglect Bai Shuhua.

And at this distance upstairs, he and Wang Mo have already successfully started to call each other brothers.

After the three of them sat down, Ma Youde rubbed his hands with an impatient expression, and said, "Since my brother is a student of Professor Sun, he must be good enough to say, where is the painting, hurry up and let me open it." Open your eyes, shall we?"

Wang Mo turned on the phone, pushed it to Ma Youde and said, "I came here on a temporary basis, so I only have photos here, you can take a look at it first, and I want to correct you, my painting is an oil painting, and I have nothing to do with Professor Sun." It doesn't matter."

"painting?"

The two voices said in unison.

Ma Youde and Bai Shuhua glanced at each other.

It was Bai Shuhua who spoke first, and she said, "Brother, when did you learn oil painting, why didn't I know?"

Wang Mo found a reason for his knowledge of oil painting, and said: "I have been studying in private, but I have never shown it in front of others, and I think my oil painting is higher than traditional Chinese painting, so I gave it to Ma. The boss can see oil paintings."

Bai Shuhua said anxiously: "But you have studied Chinese painting for so many years, how can you learn Western painting?"

While the two were talking, Ma Youde had already picked up his mobile phone and looked at it, but he was attracted at first glance, and the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became.

At this time, a person who studied Chinese painting studied oil painting in private?
In the end, Ma Youde could only think that it was Wang Mo's extraordinary talent, otherwise he couldn't explain the incredible thing.

Although the mobile phone can be zoomed in, Ma Youde still can't see many subtleties clearly, so he said to Wang Mo: "Brother, your painting is a bit interesting. Although it has some academic style, it is not too obvious, and It also incorporates some techniques of hyper-realism, and there are some techniques that I can't understand. It should be out of my own way, but I'm not sure, I can only see the real thing."

Bai Shuhua on the side heard Ma Youde's comment, and unbelievingly took the phone and looked it up.

Although she studied Chinese painting, it doesn't mean that she doesn't understand oil painting. On the contrary, people who study Chinese painting also know oil painting very well. After all, sometimes they can learn from each other's advantages.

After a while, Bai Shuhua put down the phone, looked at Wang Mo and said in surprise: "Brother, I think you should switch to oil painting, which is much better than you are now."

After hearing this, Wang Mo took the phone angrily, and said, "What are you talking about, let alone who said that oil painting and traditional Chinese painting are not compatible with each other."

Hearing Wang Mo's words, Ma Youde on the side said in admiration: "At first glance, my brother is a man with a beautiful chest, and his ambition is not small. It seems that you want to emulate Xu Beihong and Fu Baoshi masters of the New Jinling School of Painting, and integrate The techniques of Western painting schools and traditional Chinese painting have formed their own style."

Wang Mo: "Boss Ma, you praise me too much, how can I compare with those two masters."

Ma Youde: "Hey, ambition does not come from youth, the masters also came from this period, the world will never lack geniuses and miracles."

Seeing that it was getting late outside, Ma Youde said shortly: "Brother, brother, I don't want to play tricks with you. Since you showed me the painting, it means that you want to make a move. Let's make an appointment tomorrow. Come and see the real product, as long as it is not too different from the photo, my brother will definitely not let you suffer."

In the end, the two made an appointment to see paintings at Wang Mo's place at noon tomorrow. After all, he had to go to the studio early in the morning, otherwise Professor Sun would definitely not let him off lightly.

After coming out of Ma Youde's place, Bai Shuhua didn't react for a long time. She still couldn't believe that Wang Mo's oil painting level had reached that level.

On the subway on the way back, Bai Shuhua said dissatisfiedly: "Brother, you actually kept this matter from me, and you didn't treat me as your own!"

(End of this chapter)