Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Yang Rui knows that at auctions, some celebrities' calligraphy and painting can easily reach tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions. Of course, such calligraphy and painting are rare every year, and most of them belong to those familiar names, such as Wang Xizhimifu or Tang Bohu, Dong Qichang...

But Yang Rui is very certain that, like the calligraphy and painting of the Ming Dynasty, no matter how cheap it is, it will not be as cheap as tens of thousands of yuan.

And what is the asking price for calligraphy and painting in this sales department? Only a few hundred yuan.

A thousand-fold increase easily, or even tens of thousands of times or even a hundred thousand times of value-added, made Yang Rui look at these cabinets with various ideas in his head.

"Yang Rui, what do you think of these two paintings? They are both Wu Changshuo's ink plums. Wu Changshuo is a master of the Republic of China, and he is the best at painting plums. He calls painting plum plum plum blossoms, which is a bit like what Mi Fu said. It's a "bitter railway man plum confidant". I planted dozens of plum blossoms. I watched them every day and painted them every day... Well, he painted a little more plum blossoms, but they are still good. I think these two hanging scrolls are very brilliant. , It should be Wu Changshuo's brilliant work..." Wang Yong kept talking about the painting he chose, and it was obvious that he really liked it.

"Then them." Yang Rui had no objection, anyway they were taken to give away.

Lao Zheng came over to check, checked the price book, and said, "Both of these are expensive, one is 165 yuan, the other is priced, do you want?"

Wang Yong hesitated and said, "It's a bit expensive."

Of course, he didn't mean to bargain by saying this. He did think it was expensive wherever state-owned stores would bargain.

"The plum blossoms painted by Wu Changshuo are indeed brilliant, but since it is a gift, you don't have to ask for the plum blossoms. Wu Changshuo's chrysanthemums should be cheaper." Wang Yong said and went to the cabinet to look for it.

The large cabinet against the wall is similar to the old-fashioned wardrobe. It is made of wood and is quite heavy. The double doors are carved and hollowed out. For the convenience of storage, a layer of paper is pasted inside and a lock is added.

Yes, just paste the paper and put a lock.

If it is in a modern museum, such paintings, not to mention constant temperature and humidity, should at least be placed separately and properly. At the very least, each painting should have its own box. No matter how much, there are dozens of paintings. For millions of things, if you ask yourself to be equipped with a box, the owner should all agree.

However, the state-owned stores in 1984 did not pay attention to these. From their point of view, a large cabinet with hundreds of paintings would be good. Many people did not have such a large cabinet when they got married.

Moreover, although the price of the painting is expensive, it is not too expensive. For now, one hundred and eighty yuan is a little more than Wang Yong's monthly salary.

After the year, a professor’s monthly income is 10,000 yuan. Even contemporary painters’ paintings cannot be bought. At most, they can buy a few paintings by young writers. In modern studios, the works of young painters are still the same. They are piled together, of course, there may be a box, it's a fate.

Yang Rui has never been short of money since he earned a block of manuscript fees. In fact, his standard of living in the era seems to be better than in the 21st century. Therefore, Yang Rui did not think much about Wang Yong’s entangled prices. He searched cautiously again, and couldn't help but smile: "Professor Wang, since the plum blossoms are famous, then it's good to send the plum blossoms, not less than thirty or fifty yuan."

"Wu Changshuo's chrysanthemums are half cheaper than plum blossoms." Old Zheng sitting at the door said calmly.

Yang Rui said "Ah" and said, "It's less than one hundred yuan?"

Old Zheng gestured in the air with his hands, and said, "Small format."

"So much difference!" Yang Rui was not shocked for RMB or eighty-two fifty cents. He was shocked by the cost savings of the sub-paintings. His current funds are not much, but it is no problem to buy hundreds of sub-paints. Yes, if these paintings are put in the new year, they will be billionaires. Thinking about it, I feel energetic.

On behalf of Wang Yong, he explained: "The painting is small, so it is probably a practice work. The practice work done by young people is called Xizuo. When they become famous, they will still be asked for it. However, the price can't be like that of a large format. Generally speaking, they are carefully prepared, either by painting as a gift, or by painting a new idea, using better paper and ink. The larger the format, the more expensive the price."

While talking, Wang Yong picked out two chrysanthemums, and said: "These two are of middle level, they are considered good in Wu Changshuo's paintings? If they are worse, it will not be easy to give away."

"Lao Wang has very awkward eyes." Lao Zheng looked at the number on the painting, then checked it and said, "One pair of 85, one pair, do you want?"

"Can I only take two?" Yang Rui asked Old Zheng.

Old Zheng said, "If you come by yourself, you won't be able to take one of them, but two are too many."

"Take three, two chrysanthemums, and the bigger plum." Yang Rui fought for it with a smile.

"See you are also gentle, so you can take it. You take the ticket I issued to pay, pay the money, and then come back to pick up the painting." Old Zheng licked his thumb with his tongue, and put a pinch on the receipt. , Wrote it up.

After some tossing and leaving the sales department, Yang Rui put the two chrysanthemums away, held Momei with both hands to Wang Yong, and said, "Professor, this picture is for you."

"Oh, what are you doing for me...really!" Wang Yong refused in a hurry.

Yang Rui smiled and said, "I think you really like Wu Changshuo, but your family must have confiscated a few of them, so my mother won't buy them for you."

"It's more than 100 pieces. If I buy it, your sister can burn it. Believe it or not." Wang Yong waved his hand and said, "Okay, you can take it back and appreciate it yourself. I want to see it, so I'll look for you."

"I work at Huarui, and the salary I get is too much to spend. I will give it to you, and the mother will not burn it."

"I do not want……"

"You can accept it, if I give it to other professors, you can't accept it?"

"The other professors are other professors. I never accept these gifts..."

"Professor, take it, I have a heart, and I specifically asked for it from someone..." Yang Rui forcibly gave the Momei painting to Professor Wang Yong, feeling very happy.

Professor Wang Yong is also in a happy mood and loves Wu Changshuo in his arms.

When each went home, Professor Wang Yong unfolded Wu Changshuo's plum blossoms and began to appreciate it carefully. Yang Rui lacked interest in artworks, but was very interested in the great value behind them.

The Biological Research Association has become more and more expensive. Yang Rui does not want to go back to the time when people are looking for funding. Of course, he now has to apply for funding, but now he is applying for funding to supplement his own research, and there is no danger of life or death. The mentality is much more relaxed and peaceful.

When the first phase of funding application is not enough, and the experimental project that has been done for many years is about to end... Yang Rui will shudder when he thinks about that kind of pressure.

Why is the scientific research Wang in the laboratory so miserable? That is the pressure transmitted from the top to the bottom by the person in charge of the laboratory~www.readwn.com~Why does Yang Rui do everything he wants and do what he wants? Change to a scientific research institute and have a try. There are restrictions on the amount of electricity used. If you want two bottles of ink, you must greet the logistics department. For one thousand dollars, the director must sign and ten thousand dollars. Will discuss, 100,000 yuan of funding? Young man, what are you kidding? As for the one million yuan of funding, that is the cost of an ordinary scientific research institute for one year. I have done research for you, and hundreds of people in the institute have to drink northwest wind.

The so-called food finance not only exists in the government, but also in scientific research institutes. Peking University and Tsinghua University are China’s top research institutions. Professor Cai is the director of the Department of Biology and a member of the Academy of Sciences (academician). The amount of funding he can control is also At the million level, such a small amount of money is naturally not enough to do international-level cutting-edge research. Therefore, Academician Cai spends most of his time every year on finding money.

Foreign researchers are also looking for money. Although they are looking for more money, it is not always true that foreign researchers are happier.

A truly happy researcher is a researcher who is not short of money. This is also the goal that Yang Rui pursues.

At the very least, it is up to the bureaucrats to decide whether one's own projects survive or not. Yang Rui feels that this should be where he has lived with his contemporaries, and it should be his own advantage.

"Let you give a little value to science." Yang Rui looked at the unfolded chrysanthemum, admired it carefully, and then called Jing Cuncheng.

When it comes to the high-ranking party cadres, Comrade Wang Yong is a sidekick, Comrade Jing Cuncheng must be regarded as such.

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