Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 346 We are all the same

"It's a pity, I didn't bring my seal when I came out." Zhang Zhong said with a smile.

He Ruchu smiled and said, "The painting is given to you, don't you decide whether to paint it or not, and when to paint it?"

Li Ruoshui was studying Zhang Chong's inscription, and Zhang Chong's part of the main poem was not too sloppy, so he could read it all, but when it came time to inscribe it, it was a bit embarrassing for him.

While studying, Lin Ruoshui was stunned when he heard the conversation between Zhang Zhong and He Ruchu, and stared at He Ruchu, could this...

Li Ruoshui thought of a possibility, and quickly took out his mobile phone to search on the Internet. After he entered the three words He Ruchu in the search bar, He Ruchu's encyclopedia popped up, with He Ruchu's photo posted on it.

"I..." Lin Ruoshui quickly covered her mouth and looked at He Ruchu foolishly before the word "哉" came out.

He Ruchu was chatting with Zhang Zhong, and they were attracted by Lin Ruoshui's news.

"Boss Lin, what's the matter?" Zhang Zhong asked.

Lin Ruoshui put on an exaggerated smile, "No, no, I just think that Mr. Zhang's writing and Mr. He's painting are really good, and they fit together very well. The poems and paintings are in harmony, and the artistic conception is similar. The wildness of the rooster is vividly expressed in the poems, the more I read it, the more I like it, and the more I read it, the more I am amazed.”

Zhang Zhong smiled, although Lin Ruoshui didn't have much appreciation ability, but his ability to pick up people's teeth is not weak, so he adapted He Ruchu's words just now into his own words.

"Mr. Zhang, I wonder if you can give me a chance to take a photo with this 'Rooster Picture'." Lin Ruoshui smiled with narrowed eyes.

Zhang Zhong looked at He Ruchu, who said with a smile, "Now it belongs to you."

Hearing He Ruchu's words, Zhang nodded emphatically, and then said to Lin Ruoshui, "Boss Lin, please go ahead."

"Thank you, thank you." Lin Ruoshui quickly thanked him, took out his phone from his pocket and took a selfie with the camera, but his body was too big and his arms were short, so he couldn't find a good angle for the selfie.

Seeing his strenuous effort, Zhang Zhong said, "I'll help you, hold the painting in your hand."

Lin Ruoshui was overjoyed and said, "Is this okay?"

"nothing."

Lin Ruoshui carefully held the painting on her arm, for fear of accidentally ruining the words.

Zhang Zhong took a picture of him with his cell phone and returned it to him.

After getting the phone, Lin Ruoshui bent down again and again, "Thank you, thank you, then I'll go out first, so I won't disturb the two of you talking, you two are sitting in the box, and I'll order someone to make a pot of tea for you. "

Zhang Zhong was about to chat with He Ruchu for a while, so he didn't refuse Lin Ruoshui's kindness, "Then trouble Mr. Lin."

"No trouble, no trouble."

After Lin Ruoshui went out, Zhang Zhong put the painting away and put it in the painting tube, and said to He Ruchu, "Teacher He, please."

The two sat at the table of the Eight Immortals and chatted for a while, and then the tea that Lin Ruoshui asked to make was brought over.

He Ruchu slapped the mouth of the pot with his hand, smelled it, and said with a smile, "Yo, the best melon slices."

Can you smell it?Zhang Chong usually drinks tea, but he doesn't pay much attention to it. He Ruchu can smell the tea in it just by smelling it, which is almost a miracle in Zhang Chong's view.

He opened the lid of the pot and saw the tea leaves inside, He Ruchu was right, it was indeed melon slices.

Guapian is easier to recognize, because this tea has no buds and no stems, and this feature is unique in the world.

He Ruchu poured the tea into the cup, saw the tea, frowned slightly, then took another sip, shook his head and said, "The tea is good tea, the aroma is pungent, the shape and color of the tea leaves are top-notch, but it's a pity to soak them Tea people don’t know much about it, the temperature of the water used to make tea is too high, the color of the soup is a little yellow, the taste is a little astringent, and the aftertaste is not enough.”

After finishing speaking, He Ruchu raised his head and smiled, "Don't be offended, Zhang Zhong. I usually take a sip of this tea. Seeing that such a good tea was not treated well, I couldn't help complaining. Boss Lin is also being polite. I I can’t bear to drink such a good tea.”

Zhang Zhong didn't take He Ruchu's words to heart.He Ruchu is not a poor artist, and a random painting can be sold for at least hundreds of thousands.

Would such a billionaire be reluctant to drink such tea?

Although this tea is good, under normal circumstances, without marketing hype, it would only cost tens of thousands per catty.

It is not that melons have never been sold at high prices. In the past few years, one or two teas in the hands of tea king Xu Dao sold more than 6 yuan, which is more than 60 yuan per catty.

But what people buy is "Tea King's Tea", not melon slices.

Of course, if you really want to sell this tea at a good price, it's easy. Cut down all the melon trees in the world, and leave one tree at the end. This tea will guarantee a skyrocketing price.

The two drank tea and chatted casually.

"Now all universities are actively carrying out various seminars and exchange meetings. Your Jiangyang University is also more diligent. I heard that some friends from the literary world will also come to Jiangyang a few days ago."

"Is it?"

"You don't know? Don't you teach in Jiangyang?"

"I just go to a class once in a while. They are all elective classes. I leave after the class. I rarely ask about school affairs, and I rarely hear about them." Zhang Zhong said.

"It's no wonder. In fact, I thought you were here at our exchange meeting." He Ruchu said with a smile.

"Your art world exchange meeting, what did I say when I went there?"

"That's what I said, but you are now Jiangyang University's living signboard, even Jiangyang's living signboard. I thought Jiangyang University would invite you to support the scene."

Zhang Zhong smiled and waved his hands, "Some scenes can last, but some scenes can't."

"Humble." He Ruchu took a sip of tea, "I've read your magazine, and I'm quite interested in the paintings in it. If I'm not wrong, that Zhang Pengpeng is your daughter."

Zhang nodded, "It's the little girl, Mr. He, you have met."

"More than once, you are lucky. Your love not only loves to paint, but also has a talent for art. Unlike my two sons and daughters, the eldest son thinks about being an actor every day, and the younger daughter is still in college. I started a company with my classmates and wanted to be a businessman.”

"Being an actor or being a businessman is a profession." Zhang Zhong said with a smile.

"I don't mean to discriminate against these two professions, but I am a painter myself. Of course, I also hope that my children can inherit the mantle. Not to mention surpassing me, it is good to follow my path."

He Ruchu's concept sounds a little old-fashioned, with the domineering style of a Chinese patriarch.But Zhang Zhong is understandable. Inheriting his father's career, in a sense, is also a continuation of life in another way.

It can be seen that although He Ruchu felt that it was a pity that his children could not follow his path, he did not control their development.

Zhang Chong said with a smile, "Mr. He, what you said is unreasonable. According to what you say, my girl should be a literati like me. Learning to paint did not inherit my mantle."

He Ruchu looked at Zhang Zhong, and suddenly laughed, "You are right, we are the same."

(End of this chapter)