"I know, you have set up a company, and this is your office. No need to explain. Where to put this disc?" It was obviously not the first time Jiang Dabin heard about this.

This left Qian Chen speechless.

Didn’t you even give me a chance to finish your lines?

"Teacher Jiang, what kind of disc is it?" Anxi was quite curious.

She originally planned to return to Jiangcheng tomorrow.

It should be staggered with Jiang Dabin's visit.

The main reason why I appeared in the courtyard today was because one of Qian's father's students brought some specialties, which were a little too much. Qian Chen planned to give some to An Qian for her to take to Jiangcheng.

"There are all kinds of DVDs, including banned films." Jiang Dabin chuckled.

In fact, except for a few classics in film history, most of them are banned films.

Banned films from various pots and periods.

He was once a banned film director and was fined for several years, even though he had a background.

This has something to do with his usual preference to watch banned movies.

Jiang Dabin has a certain status in the world film industry and has friends all over the world.

Many directors took the initiative to send him their works for review.

"..." Anxi didn't know how to react. Should she be looking forward to it, or couldn't wait to take it to the video room and play it.

It's exciting just thinking about it.

"Put it here first. I'll make tea for Jiang Shu." Qian Chen took out the fine tea leaves.

"Is this where painting is done?"

As a painting lover, I must have seen the paintings hanging in Qian Chen's studio the first time.

The first thing I saw was a picture of red plum blossoms.

The colors that were supposed to be gaudy made Qian Chen paint an innocent and charming painting, and Jiang Dabin fell in love with it at first sight.

"Yes, if you look at this one now, it is indeed true." Qian Chen drew it casually. In fact, there was no such plum tree in his yard, it was all based on his imagination.

Most of the inspiration for creators comes from fantasy.

Otherwise, if a man of culture has created the role of a eunuch, is it possible that he has actually cut it?

"This painting is good. Now your paintings can be sold for a lot of money."

In the past, Jiang Dabin might have just asked for it.

However, Qian Chen's paintings are now famous.

Saying five million for a painting is a bit of a hype, but the price of over one million is really quite marketable.

This is much more valuable than many people who claim to be painters but can only sell one or two hundred thousand paintings.

The most important thing is that Qian Chen's paintings are also accompanied by very high-level calligraphy.

Jiang Dabin has a painting by Qian Chen.

A few months ago, a calligrapher saw it. He praised the calligraphy skills and asked if the Changyang layman who made the seal was some unknown person.

Later, Jiang Dabin showed this painting to many people in the calligraphy circle.

Of course the paintings are also very good, but throughout the ages, there are far better paintings than this one.

But calligraphy has the power to fight.

"If Jiang Shumo likes it, just give it to Jiang Shumo, just a painting." Qian Chen laughed.

It's not that he is crazy.

It's not that refined anymore.

He is indeed short of money, but as long as it is not a big deal, he will definitely have no pressure to send a painting.

A cultural person.

Treat money like dung.

"Forget it, I'm not a collector of paintings and calligraphy, just hang one or two to support the facade." Jiang Dabin didn't ask for it.

This courtyard house is not cheap. Qian Chen must be short of money.

But Qian Chen had already made up his mind to wrap it up and have someone take it to Jiang Dabin.

He can draw and write faster.

If you have the inspiration, you can finish a painting in half a day.

As for the words, there is no need to talk about them.

For people like him who learn Zhao Mengfu's calligraphy, even if they can't write ten thousand words a day like Zhao Mengfu, they can still write three to five thousand words.

The main reason why we don’t make money through large-scale creation is that there is no market.

There are just a few people who are lovers of calligraphy and painting.

If you paint one painting a month, you can sell it for two million.

And if you paint one painting a day, no one might even want you to pay 20,000 yuan.

Giving it to Jiang Dabin for private collection not only does not affect the market price, but also increases the value of the calligraphy and painting collection because of the famous director's collection.

"This painting... is still there, deep in the chaotic mountains, by the bridge of the Lonely Creek. Is this a painting of a tiger descending from the mountain?" Jiang Dabin frowned.

What the hell is this painting?

Is it abstract art that I can’t understand?

However, the poetry and calligraphy on the side are still amazing.

The needlework is stopped every year on commune day. How can I bear to see the two flying swallows. Today is half of the spring in Jiangcheng. I am still there, deep in the chaotic mountains, beside the lonely stream bridge.

Whose needlework is worn in the spring shirt? The little lines are full of tears. The sunset is undressing the grass bank. No one wears flowers, no one persuades me to drink, and no one cares about drunkenness.

"That's a cat!" Anxi felt ashamed to see anyone, so she whispered: "I painted that painting, that's a cat!"

It's all Qian Chen's fault. He asked Wu Song to cross Jingyanggang.

No one wears flowers, no one persuades me to drink, and no one takes care of me when I get drunk.

You deserve to be eaten by a tigress!

"Haha, this is a cat, okay, just say yes, tsk tsk." Jiang Dabin laughed.
Chapter completed!