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Chapter 297 What is shame?do you need?

I saw Gongsun Wuwo take a deep look at Ye Fan who was beside him with a calm face, his eyes were full of curiosity, how did this guy collect these authentic works?

Although there are no authentic works of painting saints in the world of calligraphy and painting today, at least there is a possibility of existence. Therefore, although Ye Fan is shocked to have Wu Daozi's authentic works in his collection, he also expresses his understanding.

After all, the works of the saints of painting are basically circulated among the people, and no one can guarantee whether there are works of the saints of painting among the people.

It was recorded in an unofficial history that the painting sage once traded the picture of Zhong Kui drawn by him in exchange for wine and meat.

But the one in front of him really almost killed him on the spot.

"Not bad!" Ye Fan nodded calmly.

If it is collected through other places, he can't guarantee whether it is an authentic work, but the work planted by this system must be authentic. After all, the system produced must be a high-quality work. How can this be doubted?

Gongsun Wuwo held the painting in his hands tremblingly, his eyes were full of shock, he couldn't speak, and he spoke with difficulty after about 5 minutes.

"The value of this picture endowed by the God of the River far exceeds the works of the painting saint!"

"Why?" As a layman, the old man couldn't help expressing the doubts in his heart.

Is there any existence in the world of calligraphy and painting that is more powerful than the saint of painting?

"This is the authentic work of Gu Kaizhi, the priceless painting of the God of the River!" Gongsun Wuwo gave the old man a blank stare.

Nima, this old friend of mine must have slipped through the net of the 9-year compulsory education, right?Even such a precious item is completely ignorant, it is really a waste of life.

As an older generation, shouldn't you know more about Chinese traditional culture?This old guy must find time to give him a traditional cultural military training.

"I know about Gu Kaizhi, but I've never heard of the River God's Fu Tu!" The puzzlement in the old man's eyes became more intense when he heard this.

"Among the records in the world of calligraphy and painting, the original painting of the God of the River has long been lost. Today, in the museum, there is only a fake copied by the predecessors, but even if it is a fake, it is also a priceless treasure!"

"Furthermore, the ancestors who copied were the copy masters of the Song Dynasty. The copy masters of the Song Dynasty were extremely accomplished in copying paintings, but it is a pity that although the works they copied were extremely excellent, they lacked charm!"

Gongsun Wuwo explained again.

Why is the picture endowed by the God of the River more precious than the works of the painting saint?The reason is very simple. The calligraphy and painting circles have already announced that it is impossible for the authentic painting to exist, otherwise the counterfeit would not be enshrined as a treasure by the museum.

Gongsun Wuwo knew very well in his heart that if the Fu map of the River God in Ye Fan's hand was released, it would definitely cause a sensation in the whole world.

Although the old man next to him didn't know anything about calligraphy and painting, he could also know from Gongsun Wuwu's words that this painting had infinite value.

"Even fakes can be enshrined in museums as treasures?" The old man said with a face full of shock.

Nima, even the collection value of fakes has reached such a level, so wouldn't the real ones go to heaven?

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but take a deep look at Ye Fan who was beside him with a calm face, his eyes were full of shock.

What is the identity of this young man who can easily take out the powder that cures cancer?Even the picture scrolls randomly placed on the bookshelves are priceless treasures.

It seems that this young man is really not simple.

Gongsun Wuwu's eyes fell on the scroll, his eyes were full of infatuation, and he put it back on the bookshelf reluctantly after a long time.

Nima, this is the real thing.This feeling is more exciting than when he saw his grandson was born.

Of course, he couldn't even afford the painting of the painting saint, let alone this painting of the river god.

Afterwards, Gongsun Wuwo checked the other paintings in the bookshelf again.

Of course, the picture scrolls in the bookshelf are all authentic works, and the authors of the picture scrolls are numerous, such as Li Tang, Bada Shanren can be found everywhere.

In other words, all the works of famous calligraphers and painters in Chinese history can be found in this bookshelf.

After a long time, Gongsun Wuwo felt that he was a poor ghost.

Before coming here, he thought that he would be able to buy a good painting with a fortune of 30 billion yuan, but he never thought that he would not be able to afford a random painting in this bookshelf even if he broke his fortune.

The most important thing is that he has not finished looking through all the scrolls in the bookshelf. Maybe there are even more expensive paintings in his collection, which is too outrageous.

"Ahem...Mr. Ye, the picture scrolls in your collection are too high-grade, aren't there any lower-grade ones?" Gongsun Wuwo's ​​old face collapsed, full of helplessness.

Nima, there are at least a thousand paintings in this study. He spent three hours just now, but he only looked at nearly 20 paintings.

However, just these 20 paintings almost scared him into cardiac arrest.

Nima, any painting here is a priceless treasure, can people afford it?
"Low-grade ones? The grades of my paintings here are almost the same, and the value of these scrolls is also within the acceptable range. Besides, those low-grade works are not worth collecting!"

Ye Fan shrugged helplessly, these things are not up to him to decide, who said that the products produced by the system must be high-quality goods.

"Uh..." Gongsun Wuwo couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he heard this.

Do you hear what is said in human language?What is within the acceptable range?The price of any painting of this shit is close to [-] billion, and many of them exceed [-] billion. Who can afford it?

I have to sell hundreds of kidneys to afford a painting.

Li Yang next to him was a little surprised, but it was not so exaggerated.

These are all scum, right?Compared to the books Ye Fan collected upstairs, they can only be younger brothers.

Even those lost ancient books of infinite value are collected by others. What is it to collect a few paintings?
It seems that President Gongsun is not very good. Why does this experience feel so short.

"Uh... It seems that I can't even afford a painting...Mr. Ye, I think your room is quite spacious. Do you hire a sweeper? I learned to sweep the floor with my mother since I was a child. In this respect His skills are amazing!"

Gongsun Wuwo rolled his eyes, then came to Ye Fan and said shamelessly.

Although I can't afford it, if I can work here for a long time, wouldn't I be able to observe these famous paintings every day?Thinking about it is a very happy thing.

"Eh..." Everyone was speechless.

Can we not be so shameless, he is a well-known president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, and his net worth is at least 60 billion. There is no need to do this, and he has to sweep the floor for others. Is this justified?
Besides, you don't even have a few hairs left, what if the few people are gone?This is for touching porcelain, right?
(End of this chapter)