Chapter 156 Doing Business with the Future Master

"no!"

"Absolutely not!"

"I absolutely can't let this happen in front of my eyes."

Peng Guo looked at Tang Miaomiao, and then at Song Yun.

"Song Yun, come here."

Peng Guo walked over to Song Yun and pointed to the corner of the wall while talking.

Song Yun was at a loss, not knowing what Peng Guo was trying to do, he put down the teacup and followed him to the side.

"Song Yun is discussing something with you, how much gold millet paper do you have?"

Peng Guo was a little embarrassed, but for the sake of the paper, he gritted his teeth and spoke directly.

"what?"

"Peng Guo, what do you mean?"

Song Yun was even more confused this time. Why did Peng Guo suddenly ask this question at this time? Shouldn't he wait until the appraisal is over before asking?

"Song Yun, to tell you the truth, if these papers got into the hands of my teacher and senior Zhao Sheng, I would never try to get one or a half of them. The two of them are very stingy in this regard!"

Song Yun couldn't help laughing. He already understood the meaning of Peng Guo's words. In order to get the paper, he really worked hard, but this is not surprising at all. For calligraphers and painters, especially the higher-level calligraphers and painters, the requirement for paper is The higher the height, seeing a good piece of paper in front of you is like seeing the most beautiful woman in the world. She can do anything. Peng Guo is just saying bad things behind his back, and he is already very restrained.

"You mean, let's keep a little bit and sell it to you?"

Song Yun knew that Peng Guo definitely meant it.

"Yes there is nothing wrong!"

"That's what I mean!"

"I have to buy some in front of the teacher and senior Zhao Sheng."

Peng Guo generously admitted that at this time, time is pressing, and it is meaningless to beat around the bush, and we must hurry up to finalize it.

Song Yun nodded, but then raised his finger and glanced at the two paintings hanging on the wall.

Peng Guo's face became bitter, and he looked even more bitter than bitter gourd.

"Nothing to discuss?"

Peng Guo was stunned, Song Yun was referring to the fact that he had waited for two pictures before he wanted to sell them.

Song Yun shook his head, when will he not knock on the bamboo pole at this time?

Peng Guo sighed helplessly, nodded and agreed.

"Peng Guo, you don't have to be so frowning. Actually, think about it. You drew these words, and your hands are on your body. You can draw whenever you want, and you can draw as much as you want. It's clear that you have no business. , the cost is nothing but pen, ink, paper and inkstone.”

"These papers I got are different!"

"Each one is from one thousand and several hundred years ago, and it is completely non-renewable. If you use one less than one, comparing the two, it is clear that you have taken advantage of the sky!"

Seeing that Peng Guo was downcast, Song Yun snickered in his heart, with a serious expression on his face.

Peng Guo almost vomited blood.

This is absolutely false!

The hand really grows on me, I can draw as much as I want, but the key to the problem is that I want to draw at a high level, which is not so easy, especially now that I have not fully reached the peak, and the technical level is far from stable. If you want to draw a good thing, you also have to look at the state. The state is something that can be met and unattainable. At present, it is completely random. It is impossible to draw as much as you want, as Song Yun said. Don't say yourself, even if His own teacher Mao Peng, and top masters including Zhao Sheng, could not have every painting of the same level of quality.

Peng people had to bow their heads under the eaves, Song Yun's eyes were too poisonous, and there were so many paintings on the wall, one could see the best two at a glance, there was no way.

The only thing Peng Guo can comfort himself is that he is still young and still has time. He will be able to send out better paintings in the future, but gold millet paper is hard to come by. If you pass this village, there will be no such shop. Now you have the opportunity, hurry up and collect it A little, or you will definitely regret it in the future.

Tang Miaomiao was very curious when she saw Song Yun and Peng Guo walk aside and murmured for a long time before they came back.

When Song Yun saw Tang Miaomiao, you could tell what she was thinking. Tang Miaomiao was sitting beside Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng. It was too close to speak, so she simply took out her mobile phone and sent a message. You have to communicate with Tang Miaomiao in private. The gold millet paper is all in the car, and you can't take it all down in a while, otherwise you will get into the mouths of Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng, and you want them to spit it out. Still difficult.

Tang Miaomiao didn't know why Song Yun did this business with Peng Guo.

Song Yun raised his head and looked puzzled when he saw Tang Miaomiao after reading the message.

When Tang Miaomiao saw this action, a smile appeared on her face immediately.

Song Yun was definitely a good player at taking advantage of the fire. This bamboo pole struck quickly, accurately and ruthlessly, and the harvest was full.

Peng Guo's current level is still far behind Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng, but his talent is extremely high, reaching or even surpassing Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng. The calligraphy and painting works of such a person are of great collection value, not to mention the two paintings that Song Yun liked, which are clearly the most mature and highest-level works of Peng Guo at this stage. The higher-level painting and calligraphy works are still valuable for collection. The reason is very simple. These two paintings are of milestone significance in Peng Guo's painting and calligraphy career. This kind of thing is very important for a calligrapher and painter.

Seeing Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao's actions like this, Peng Guo couldn't guess what they were doing. There was no way. As a calligrapher and painter with ideals and pursuits, he didn't have to bow down for five buckets of rice. , but in the face of the hard-to-find good paper, you can only bow your head. Peng Guo Peng Guo Peng Guo Peng Guo