Chapter 507 Do You Sell This Word?

"I don't dare, I just have a little research on the theories before the Northern Song Dynasty." Shen Long said modestly, Wang Anshi really didn't understand the knowledge of later generations, Wang Yangming, Huang Zongxi, Gu Yanwu, Wang Fuzhi had never read it, Xin Jiaxuan, I don't know Li Qingzhao's words, and I don't know anything about Ming and Qing novels.

"Chinese studies are extensive and profound, and your scope of research is already very wide!" Shi Pu cupped his hands in admiration, "This ink is worth it if it is handed over to you, but according to the rules of the store, please write a few words, oh , and painting is also fine."

Shen Long's attainments in Chinese studies are profound, but not all masters of Chinese studies can write a good handwriting. If the handwriting looks like a dog gnaws, this ink is also a secret investment from a pearl.

"It's easy to say, let me write a picture!" Shen Long rolled up his sleeves, Shi Pu brought him to the desk, and helped him spread the paper and rub the ink with his own hands. Shen Long nodded his thanks and took a pen from the pen holder. The pen begins to refill the ink.

As soon as he saw Shen Long's posture holding the pen, Shi Pu knew that his ink probably wouldn't be able to stay. Experts would know if there was any. Shi Pu's own calligraphy could only be regarded as unsatisfactory. It is much better, but it is far inferior to those of everyone. Shen Long's posture of holding the pen and the momentum he exudes are at the level of masters.

Shi Pu held his breath, not daring to disturb him, staring intently at the paper, thinking about what Shen Long might write, Shen Long thought for a while, and the tip of the pen touched the paper, moving the pen like flying like clouds and flowing water. It took a long time to write a poem of Qijue.

"On the Qianxun Pagoda on Feilai Peak, I heard that the rooster crowed and saw the sun rise. I am not afraid of the clouds to cover my eyes, because I am at the highest level." Shi Pu poked his head and read it, "Oh, this is Wang Anshi's "Climbing Feilai Peak"! Good words, good words, this spirit is full of energy, and Wang Anshi's momentum is written out!"

Facing experts, Shi Pu didn’t talk about the structure of the frame and the use of brushes, but directly talked about the most important thing. The most profound part of calligraphy is the spirit. Why is Su Shi’s "Cold Food Post" so good? That's because Su Shi's resentment and anger at being demoted to Huangzhou are all condensed in this word.

Why is it good that Yan Zhenqing is the "Manuscript for the Memorial to Nephew"? That's because Yan Zhenqing's grief and indignation after the death of his nephew overflowed the pen, and people can understand Yan Zhenqing's mood when he wrote this word at a glance.

The same is true of Shen Long's "Climbing the Flying Peak", which is full of vigor and vitality. Wang Anshi's courage and determination to not fear treachery and evil come alive on the paper. This is really good calligraphy. It's not a masterpiece either.

"I'm laughing!" Shen Long said with a smile, he had inherited Wang Anshi's talent and learning, and now he writes his poems and naturally understands his mood at that time, so what's the surprise when he writes such words.

"Maybe I'm a little presumptuous, but your handwriting is really good,

May I ask, do you sell this calligraphy? "Shi Pu was delighted to see Lie Xin, and he really didn't want to let this word slip away from his eyes.

"Hey, from what you said, this paper is yours, the pen is yours, the mill and the paperweight are all yours, you can take it if you like it, and what money are you talking about!" Entering the mission world, I have gained another skill to make a living. I am afraid I can sell a lot of money by selling words, right?

"You can't say that. Compared with your words, this ink is nothing worth mentioning. Why can Huang Tingjian's "Dizhu Ming" be sold for 437 million yuan? That's not because the pen, ink and paper he used are valuable. It’s Huang Tingjian’s words that are worth money.” Shi Pu distinguished, Huang Tingjian’s handwriting has only 64 words in total, and each word is worth 6.825 million, which is almost 20 kilograms of gold, which is really worth a thousand dollars!

"That's Huang Tingjian. I'm not well-known, so I can't sell it for a price. Otherwise, you can give me a discount when you buy ink later." I also have Huang Tingjian's characters there. There are a lot of "Di Zhu Ming", but this writing is too new, if any expert appraises it, they will definitely say that it is a fake that has not been written for many years.

"Then I'll take advantage of you. Leave me a phone number, and I'll be the first to call you when I find something good." Beijing men don't like to care about it, so Shi Pu immediately agreed.

After exchanging the business cards, Shi Pu carefully went to the safe and took out a box. He opened it and saw that there were ten antique ink ingots in it. The ink ingots were of different sizes and shapes. They were all painted on one side and running script on the other hand. The form of the article breaks down "Spring Dawn on Sudi", "Wind Lotus in Quyuan", "Three Pools Reflecting the Moon", "Pinghu Autumn Moon", "Willow Waves Hearing the Oriole", "Twin Peaks Inserting Clouds", "Nanping Evening Bell", "Huagang Viewing Fish", "Leifeng Sunset" Bridge Remnant Snow "Ten beautiful scenery of the West Lake, respectively portrayed on each piece of ink.

"The shape alone can be called a work of art, and I am a little reluctant to use it." The ink is thick and thick, and there is a sound of gold and stone when knocked, which is absolutely extraordinary.

"I bought this set of ink at an auction in 1995, and it cost me 550,000 at that time." Shi Pu stretched out his hand and talked about the origin of this set of ink.

"At that time, the house on Beijing's third ring road was less than five thousand per square meter, right? This set of ink is worth a large three-bedroom house." Shen Long couldn't help but click his tongue, it was so expensive back then, how much do I have to spend now? money?

Now houses on the third ring road in Beijing cost 100,000 yuan per square meter. If you do this calculation, this set of ink is worth tens of millions.

"Hey, what house are you talking about? How tacky?" Shi Pu waved his hand, "Let's just talk about the market price of ancient ink. It rose for a while after 1995, but it started to fall again in 2006. How about this? I'll give you the original price of the piece of ink, and I'll keep your handwriting, so you don't have to be polite."

Shi Pu didn't want to take advantage of others, so he thought of this method, Shen Long naturally couldn't get too entangled, so he agreed directly, and bought some paper, pens and inkstones from Shi Pu, although it wasn't as effective as this set of ink. The origin is also the top grade nowadays.

Before leaving, Shen Long sent an invitation to Shi Pu to take his friends to sit with him, and Shi Pu readily agreed; after he came out, he went to other places to buy some necessary things for the study.

Shen Long went home and arranged the study, and then took out the paintings and calligraphy and hung them up, but the painting by Li Gonglin was too big to open the study.

So Shen Long hung this painting in the lobby of the front yard. It is appropriate to hang this picture of elegant gathering here, but Shen Long was a little curious when he was looking at the painting, and he didn't know that when Shi Pu brought his Literati friends come over, what will be the reaction when they see this painting? It's interesting to think about it.