Meeting Tang Lao's cunning, fox-like eyes, Bai Qianmo simply curled the corners of her lips slightly.
Should I let her use the exhibition hall for free?
This old fox isn't so kind; his "free" promise seems to be a pretext for a more profitable deal.
Sure enough, just as Bai Qianmo finished her thoughts, Old Tang stared at her with shining eyes and said, word by word.
"Little Bai, how about this? You give me a painting, and you can use my Tang Family Exhibition Hall whenever you want. Just give the word, and we'll make room for you as soon as possible, whether the Tang Family Exhibition Hall is open or not. How about that? Isn't it a great deal?"
"Hehe, this deal of yours is indeed a good one."
As for who benefits more, both sides know perfectly well.
A single painting by Ye Bai can easily fetch tens of millions of US dollars at auction, while even the most expensive exhibition hall in the Tang family would not cost more than a million dollars to rent for a day.
He's lucky he dared to make that deal.
He really is a cunning and shrewd old fox.
Old Tang knew he had asked for too much, so he put on a fawning smile.
"As long as you give me a painting, you can come to me anytime you need any help from the Tang family. Given the bond between us, you certainly won't refuse Grandpa Tang, right?"
Bai Qianmo gave a dry laugh.
Haha, even the grandfather-grandson bond is showing.
Is there such a deep bond between them?
She expressed her doubts.
But then I thought, Mr. Tang is a professional collector, and if I give him my painting, he will surely take good care of it.
Thinking about this, I felt relieved.
"May I borrow your writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone?"
Old Tang showed a hint of surprise.
Is this girl going to paint on the spot?
Although she is Ye Bai, it seems a bit too casual to treat it as a painting with limited time.
"Little Bai, I'm not in a hurry to draw it. You can draw one for me when you have time."
"You don't seem to trust me much." Bai Qianmo raised an eyebrow.
"That's not it..." The other party is Ye Bai, so even if he thinks that way, he can't say it out loud.
After all, this girl is known in the world as "the most valuable painter."
One of her paintings, done casually, is the most expensive painting in the world.
"I'll prepare it for you right away."
Mr. Tang immediately made a phone call.
"Bring me my treasured set of jadeite calligraphy brushes, and also a set of the finest Xuan paper and special painting dyes."
A moment later, the butler brought over the things that Old Tang had asked for.
Old Tang got up, and the butler laid the Xuan paper flat on the desk.
Old Tang put down the beaded string in his hand and opened an exquisite wooden box.
Inside, there was a set of 12 calligraphy brushes, with jade bodies carved with exquisite patterns and fine wolf hair nibs.
Bai Qianmo glanced at the calligraphy brushes in the box.
"The Jade Brush of Jadeite Studio was a type of fine brush used for painting that was popular in the Tang Dynasty. Because it was expensive and the craftsmanship was too exquisite, ordinary people could not afford it. Therefore, the Jade Brush of Jadeite Studio was a luxury item that could only be used by royal relatives, wealthy merchants and celebrities."
Jadeite brushes from the Jade Studio, which have been passed down for thousands of years, are already extremely rare. It is truly remarkable that Old Man Tang possesses such a complete set.
It can also be seen that Mr. Tang values her work very much.
"I won't go into too much detail about this brush. With your skill level, you could create a priceless masterpiece even with an ordinary brush. This set of jade brushes is just the icing on the cake for you."
Since it's a painting meant for him, it must be painted with a brush that matches Ye Bai's work.
So he took out the jade brush from the Tang family's ancestral collection, which was being unsealed for the first time today.
Bai Qianmo didn't speak. She picked up a medium-sized pen from the wooden box, dipped it in ink, and stared at the snow-white Xuan paper in front of her for a moment in deep thought.
Then, her right hand moved firmly downwards, and the brush tip, dipped in ink, moved with the rotation of her wrist. In a short while, a blurry painting appeared on the rice paper.
Old Tang didn't dare blink, staring intently at the painting he was working on on the table.
It can be vaguely seen that it is a portrait.
As the ink moves faster and faster across the paper, the image gradually becomes clearer.
To my surprise, it turned out to be a painting resembling the image of fairies flying in the air, similar to the murals of Dunhuang.
The scroll depicts a total of seventeen ladies, each with slightly different hairstyles and attire, and each holding a different musical instrument.
The background of the painting of ladies is a palace shrouded in mist, which further enhances the feeling that the ladies are flying like immortals.
As the colors gradually became more vibrant, the dresses worn by the ladies were gradually revealed.
She used vibrant colors to depict the ladies' clothing, and the seven colors made their skin appear as white as snow. Their expressions were vivid and their movements were subtle and graceful.
The eyes, in particular, are handled exceptionally well; each lady's facial expression is slightly different.
Some had solemn expressions, some had charming faces, some were gentle and elegant, and some were aloof and noble.
In short, each lady has her own unique characteristics.
More than three hours later
After Bai Qianmo finished the last stroke, Old Tang looked at the completed work in front of him and shook his head in amazement.
"You finished it in just three hours? That's incredible."
He had also seen some painters who were talented in painting.
But I have never seen anyone like Bai Qianmo.
Her hands seemed to be controlled by God, moving freely across the paper, creating a masterpiece of unrestrained freedom.
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