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    For two or three days in a row, Ju An visited some of the judges helped by Mr. Liang Guangzhi. Ju An found that these people were generally polite and spoke calmly. They were not as arrogant and arrogant as the great painters he had imagined.  It feels like each of them is a slow-talking elder, which greatly changes Ju'an's impression.

    The three people arrived in front of a small three-story foreign-style building, stopped the car, and followed a middle-aged man in his forties into the house. The middle-aged man took Ju An and the three to the door and gently pushed the door open.  , said in a low voice to Ju An and the other three: "Please go in and keep your voice down, my father is writing." After saying that, he motioned for the three of them to go in.

    The three of Ju An walked in quietly and saw an old man with a shaved head standing in front of a big case writing. After writing a few words, he crumpled the written words into a ball and casually  Still on the ground. Now there are about ten paper balls thrown on the ground. After throwing them, the old man took a piece of paper from the shelf behind the seat and continued writing without even looking at Ju An and the others.  Just treat the three of them as air.

    Sitting silently on the three chairs beside the door, after reading for about ten minutes, Ju An became a little bored. He turned his head and looked at the paintings and calligraphy on the surrounding walls. He stood up unknowingly and finished reading this painting.  Looking at that painting, Ju An didn't know anything about Laozi painting. It was like being infected in this antique study room, and he felt that his artistic abilities had improved a lot.

    I pretended to look at it for a while, and I was looking at a picture of green pines and white cranes, with green pines and a red sun, and a white crane spreading its wings and flying towards the sun. It was similar to the one I saw hanging in the living room of my grandpa¡¯s house when I was a child. As for the brushwork and colors  Or something, where could Ju An see it? Chun Hui said that this painting brought back memories of his childhood. Every time Ju An's family came over, his deceased grandparents would be busy spreading melons for his three grandchildren.  , watermelons, etc., a few of the chickens, ducks, etc. raised at home must also suffer. Their lives were lost for no reason. The two old people watched the three children eating juice all over their faces, and their faces were always stained.  With a loving smile, he wiped his mouth from time to time.  Looking at it, I felt a little crazy, completely immersed in the memories of the two old people.

    "When other people look at this painting, they always smile. Why do you, a young man, look at it with a face filled with sadness?" Suddenly a voice rang in Ju An's ears. As soon as Ju An turned his head, he saw the person writing just now.  The old man was already standing next to him, looking at himself and saying with a smile: "What is sad about this painting of mine?  ,¡¯.

    Ju An squeezed out a smile from his arm: "It's not the problem with your painting, it's that I remembered some things from the past." After speaking, he looked at Wang Fan and Zhao Qifeng beside the old man.

    The old man made a gesture to Ju An, and Ju An and the old man walked to a small Eight Immortals table and sat down. The old man shouted to the door: "Bring a pot of tea for the guests." Then he turned around  He turned around and said to the people in Ju'an: "You are recommended by Teacher Liang, and I can't shirk it. In fact, it doesn't matter whether you come or not. As long as you don't owe me the appearance fee by then!"  ''.

    Ju An was stunned when he heard this. It was the first time he met such a fierce old man. He ran straight for the money after meeting him for a few words. Wang Fan said with a smile next to him: "Don't worry about this. According to the agreement,  The price comes, no matter what, the money will be guaranteed to arrive in your account the next day as soon as the award is over.'

    The old man nodded with satisfaction after hearing this: "It's best this way. I'm scared of some people." Then he talked about some things he had encountered over the years. Ju An's eyes widened when he heard that.  The liar Ran Zhi said that he had no use for anything. He had thought of all these tricks. Some of them even made him curious about how these people had such brains. If they had the time to do some facts, they could make money. Why did they just think about these things?  Crooked ways.

    Then something happened that shocked Ju An. The old man followed Wang Fan and Zhao Qifeng to talk about things related to the company, such as the level of the hotel, the situation of using the car in Jiangnan, and even the grade of the car.  Even when he went and when he left, it was all accurate to the hour, which made Ju An very doubtful about the old man's level.  With the face of a businessman, he can actually be considered a master?  They are completely different from the demeanor of the old people I have seen in the past few days.

    After confirming the time of the matter in detail, Wang Fan placed the gift he brought on the table. The old man took one look at it and said to Wang Fan: "1 These four bottles of wine are not cheap."  This old man really knows his stuff!  The top-quality wine from my own winery is indeed not cheap in China. Four bottles together cost hundreds of thousands.

    The old man took the wine, looked at it, and said directly to Ju An and the others: "Pick a small painting to take away! I accepted the wine. I like to drink a glass of red wine when I have nothing to do."

    After hearing this, Ju An waved his hand and said, "This is a gift for you to try. Every judge has one."

      The old man put down the wine box after hearing this: "1 Take a small painting with you, or take the wine with you. Others are others, and I am me."

    When Ju An heard this, he stopped messing around with the old man, looked around and asked directly: "How big of a blanket can I get?"

    After hearing what Ju An said, the old man stretched out his hand and made a gesture: "At most, it's one foot square. If there are more, it won't work." After hearing this, Ju An looked around and saw that there was no one that was one foot square. This thing was too small.  Ah, I finally landed on the picture of a relaxed white crane: '1 I want this one, can I pay more?'.

    The old man glanced at the picture and said, "I'll give you 800,000 yuan and you can take it." After saying that, he pointed at the picture of a relaxed white crane and said, "I painted that picture a long time ago. If it were one or two more expensive now,  Times are few,'.

    Ju An didn't hesitate. He turned to Wang Fan and said, "Borrow some first and settle the account." Ju An didn't have so much cash in RMB, so it was a bit of a disadvantage to use US dollars to swipe the card. The bank's  The exchange rate can be much lower if you exchange it privately. Seeing this old man in peace, he suddenly became commercial.

    Wang Fan asked the old man: "Where to swipe the card?" Ju An was stunned again, and the old man shouted directly outside. The old man's son walked in, and after listening to the old man's instructions, he took the  Following Wang Fan to swipe his card, Ju An was almost dumbfounded. The old man actually had a card swiping machine at home. He was so professional.

    Waiting for Wang Fan to come back after swiping his card, the old man's son helped take down the painting, rolled it up, put it in a small cardboard-covered box, and placed it next to Ju An on the table.

    As business was going on, Ju An and Wang Fan walked out of the old man's house with their paintings. After getting in the car and driving for a few minutes, Ju An looked through the rearview mirror at the small building that was getting away and asked Wang Fan:  "Can this person who is full of money be everyone? Did Old Man Liang make the wrong recommendation?"

    "What is the inevitable connection between being a great person and having a mouth full of money? The price of his paintings is this on the market, and you won't suffer any loss if you buy it." Wang Fan looked at Ju An with an idiotic look, then turned around and continued.  Said while driving the car.

    Ju An scratched his head: "Aren't you talking about this painting, cultivating qi and other nonsense? In my impression, these people should be like other people we have met. Only those who are immortal and upright are in line with the aesthetics.". This  The old man suddenly completely shattered the view of masters he had established over the past few days. Others had received gifts, but the old man actually calculated a price, made a painting and asked himself to make up the difference. Why does this feel so awkward?

    Wang Fan looked at the road and said, "The same rice can support hundreds of people. The old man seems not very good and is more of a philistine, but you have to say that the old man is honest and puts everything on the table." Then he glanced at Ju An: "I said  You should be the one who likes this kind of person the most. Everyone can get things done clearly by handing over the money and delivering the goods.'

    Ju An thought for a moment and realized that this was the case. In this way, everyone knew clearly that the business was over and no one owed anyone anything. He didn't think about it for a moment and said, "This old man's personality is so good that he can still survive in the country.  '.

    Wang Fan said with a smile: "Don't tell me, the old man is just lucky, the teacher is a top master." After speaking, a name popped out of Wang Fan's mouth that made Ju An ring in his ears: "When I used to exercise ¡ù  , the master was knocked down, and the rest of the master¡¯s students jumped out to draw a clear line. Even the master¡¯s son jumped out to criticize his own father. This person, who had never said a bad word about the master, was implicated and suffered.  After a lot of suffering, until he was rehabilitated, the master now regarded the student as his own son. Even before his death, he told some old friends that he should take care of the student and he would be responsible for any trouble he caused.  Just a little bit of respect for the old man's face, and this matter will serve the old man forever. As long as it's not too out of line, no one will mess with him,'

    Ju An had heard about this master¡¯s name from elementary school textbooks. He was a national treasure and had friendships with some elders of the Republic before liberation.

    After hearing Wang Fan¡¯s words, he nodded: ¡°No wonder.¡± This old man is also a weird one among famous people.

    After sending Wang Fan to the roadside of his old man's house, Wang Fan got out of the car. It wasn't that Ju An didn't want to send him in, but the car couldn't get in at all. There were armed guards standing at the door of his community. Wang Fan faced Ju An.  An and Zhao Qifeng waved their hands and motioned for them to go in. They would meet up with Ju An at the hotel tomorrow morning, and then they would run to the south of the Yangtze River together. Wherever they went, they would have to visit two or three famous artists of the so-called Jiangnan School of Painting.  , and then you can participate in your company¡¯s job fair.  That's all that's left of Dazha's domestic affairs.

    It was almost eight o'clock in the evening when Ju An and Zhao Qifeng returned to the hotel. They took a quick shower and changed into more relaxed casual clothes. Ju An really couldn't stand the tight shirt and trousers.Jian Fu, before Zhao Qifeng came over, dialed the number at home to ask about the situation at home. After chatting with the children for a few words, he heard Zhao Qifeng knocking on the door outside: "Let's go down and eat.  '. Ju An then put down the phone and followed Zhao Qifeng downstairs to eat.
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