My little ancestor, you are sweet and wild

Cheng Xiyue listened to his tone and was speechless.

"Are you so sure?"

Even professionals can't help but look out,

But Lu Huai and are absolutely certain.

Lu Huai and eyebrow tip slightly PICK:

"Yes."

He has seen every picture of her countless times, almost imprinted on his heart. How can he read it wrong.

Cheng Xiyue wanted to retort. Then he thought that the man had really put a lot of thought on those paintings in recent years. It seemed normal to say so.

"Well, since it's fake, you don't have to go there this time."

Cheng Xiyue said, just hang up.

Lu Huai and que Dao:

"Go."

Cheng Xiyue was stunned: "what? Didn't you just say that their one was fake? Why do you have to go? "

Lu Huai and Feng's eyes narrowed slightly:

"It's fake, so I have to go."

......

Early in the morning, many people came to a gallery.

Today is the first day of the exhibition. Many people came here in admiration.

Sheng Ruxue walked in with monk Wen Wen.

Shang Wenwen asked:

"Ruxue, you should be the youngest painter in this gallery exhibition?"

Sheng Ruxue thought and said:

"I'm not sure. There are more than 30 paintings on display this time. I don't know some painters."

"I guess so." Shang Wenwen affirmed, "who doesn't know that the threshold of a gallery is very high? Many people draw for a lifetime, but they may not be able to meet this standard! I've seen the catalog before, a lot of big guys! You are only 19 this year, and you can be selected into a gallery with these people. How awesome! "

Sheng Ruxue laughed:

"I don't care much about this. I just think this is really a rare opportunity."

She said, looking to both sides and taking a breath.

"There are indeed many elders I respect. No matter whether my paintings can be successfully photographed or not, I am already very happy to be displayed with their paintings. "

Shang Wenwen tutted.

"Why are you so unsure of yourself? Being selected is enough to prove your excellence! By the way, what did Mr. Wang Yan say? "

Sheng Ruxue has a reddish cheek.

"Mr. Wang Yan is very happy."

Shang Wenwen suddenly said:

"Eh, isn't that Mr. Wang Yan? Those next to me also seem to be teachers of the Academy of fine arts? "

Sheng Ruxue looked in the direction she pointed. Sure enough, she saw a group of people coming from the corridor on the other side.

In addition to Wang Yan and other teachers, several others are not very familiar.

Sheng Ruxue nodded:

"Yes, the one in the middle wearing an embroidered suit seems to be the head of a gallery."

Shang Wenwen is clear.

"I remember, has Yitang Gallery always cooperated with the National Painting Association? And so is our college. "

They are all in the same circle. Of course, they all know each other.

In addition to teaching in Xijing Academy of fine arts, most of Wang Yan and his colleagues also held positions in the National Painting Association.

Today seems to have been invited.

"Like snow, do you want to say hello?" Shang Wenwen asked.

Sheng Ruxue thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Forget it, master. They are busy at the moment. It's not suitable for us in the past."

"Yes."

When they walked forward, they saw a middle-aged woman dressed mature and elegant standing in front of a picture.

"Whose painting is that? Someone is interested in bidding so soon?"

Shang Wenwen was curious and took two quick steps forward.

However, when she saw the painter's name next to the painting, she looked stagnant.

"Who?"

Sheng Ruxue asked and followed him.

Then she saw the name.

The seventeenth night

——The shadow of the tree.

Both men were silent.

No wonder

Among these painters today, the shadow of trees is definitely the best.

No wonder someone wants to buy it so soon.

At the same time, they also heard the introduction of the gallery staff - 4 million.

And that's just the starting price.

Just then, another old man who looked more than 50 years old came over and wanted to buy the painting.

When there are more than one intended buyer for a painting, of course, the one with the highest price will get it.

Sheng Ruxue looked aside.

Her painting was hung not far away, and occasionally someone stopped to watch, but so far, no inquiry has been made.

In fact, it's not just her.

Other paintings on display in the gallery are not as good as the 17th night, the shadow of a tree.

The middle-aged lady and the old gentleman have begun to raise their prices respectively. Obviously, they are all determined to win the painting.

The quotation rose rapidly and soon exceeded 4.5 million.

Many people noticed the situation here and looked at it one after another.

If it can be successfully photographed, this is the first painting sold in this exhibition.

And in terms of this trend, it is sure to make a high price, which is really a good start.

The joy and excitement on the staff's face almost overflowed.

The higher the transaction price, the higher the Commission of their gallery, and he can also pay more bonuses. Of course, he is happy.

Finally, the old man's price reached 4.8 million.

This is already a very amazing amount.

The middle-aged lady hesitated and finally chose to give up.

"Forget it."

The old man smiled and looked at the picture with great satisfaction.

The staff smiled eagerly:

"Congratulations, Mr. Zhou."

The old man asked, "the contract is to be signed upstairs, isn't it?"

"Yes, this way, please -"

"Wait a minute."

Before the staff had finished their words, they heard a clear and pleasant female voice.

Everyone looked back.

Shang Wenwen frowned and whispered:

"Ning Li? Why is she here? "

Sheng Ruxue shook his head.

Ning Li came straight here and stopped in front of the painting.

Her eyes swept lightly from above and immediately looked at the old gentleman.

"Don't buy this picture."

The old man looked blankly: "why?"

Ningli light sound channel:

"Because this painting - it's fake."

Everyone was surprised at this remark!

The staff's face immediately changed, stepped forward and said sternly:

"Miss, please pay attention to your words!"

At the art exhibition, he openly said that a painting was false. Didn't he come to look for trouble on purpose!?