Unbeatable Evil King

In fact, it also makes sense to choose two pictures, one of which is the best and the other is the worst. If a person with talent and learning in his mind can certainly have a vision that ordinary people don't have, they will certainly be able to distinguish them.

"So how to judge the outcome?" Asked a young man.

The level of painting is not without certain standards. Maybe the good painting you think is worthless in the eyes of others.

Jiang Yan had long expected to be asked about this question. She showed a smile like the spring breeze and said: "of course, there is a standard to distinguish the winner from the loser. All the treasures in the world are priceless, so is the good paintings. There are prices for all the paintings here. Finally, you can judge by the paintings you choose... "

Ye Wuqi listened carefully for a while, and he suddenly realized.

Jiang Yan's meaning is very simple. First of all, ten people were selected according to the highest price of the painting, and the score was from 1 to 10. On the other side, the lowest price was used as the standard. Ten people were also selected and scored from 1 to 10.

Generally speaking, the higher the price of a pair of paintings you choose and the lower the price of one pair, the higher the score will be. Finally, the person with the highest total score will win the second round.

"Er..." Lan Jing is too playful. It seems that it is a little difficult to distinguish the level of talent and learning by selecting paintings. "Madam, it seems that this is not appropriate. The element of luck occupies a large part."

People in the banquet all have the same idea. If someone is really unlucky and chooses two paintings and gets the highest score, can it show that the talent and learning of that person is better than others?

Ye Wuxiang doesn't think so. If he compares with others by his real talent, he will be reduced to slag at any time. At least, there is a bit of luck in this. Who knows whether Laozi's luck is booming today.

Jiang Yan shook her head and denied Lan Jing, saying, "if you choose hundreds of paintings, you won't be so casual. At least you will have a look. Beautiful things have something in common. The selected paintings represent that person can see the art in the paintings."

Lan Jing doesn't agree. He knows very little about art. He doesn't know where to start when he chooses.

At this time, Jiang Yan sighs. Sometimes the people who have been around you for decades may not even have the same interest. It is undoubtedly a kind of sadness.

"You're the one who makes the second level rule, so do what you want." Blue scene said with relief.

Qiu Tianhai ordered the hotel attendants to hang up more than 300 paintings, and the banquet hall immediately became a sea of famous paintings.

If there is a person who often appreciates paintings, he will be extremely shocked. The paintings that appear at the banquet are of different styles and cover a wide range, some of which are paintings by famous artists.

Ye Wuqian not only knows a little about painting, but also thinks that the idiot will pay a high price to buy a painting.

According to the current comments on the Internet, if only the money was donated to children in poor mountainous areas, it would be better to use the money for such famous paintings.

Maybe there are a lot of things in the world that can't be judged right or wrong. If others think it's good, they are willing to spend money. If you think it's rubbish, it's much more difficult for you to pay.

"No matter what kind of painting it is, I have to choose two paintings first. Maybe my blind cat meets a dead mouse and selects two of them for me?"

Ye Wuque holds the psychology of fluke to go forward, not to walk a few steps, he was crowded to the East and west by the crowd.

"Don't squeeze. I don't see anyone."

"Who stepped on my foot!"

Ye Wuxiang watched the dense people rush to the middle and enjoy the paintings. Some people recognized that some paintings were famous artists. They just wanted to take them down, but they were snatched by some opportunists.

"Well, what do you mean? I like this painting first!" A man in a tuxedo cursed the tall man standing in front of him.

The tall man took off the painting, turned his head, glared at the man in the tuxedo, and said, "what's the matter? You said you'd like to see it first. Who knows? Now it's the one who gets it first."

The man in Tuxedo was choked and speechless. Now everyone is in a competitive relationship. To blame, he can only blame himself for showing his expression of joy, so that he can be taken advantage of by others. Moreover, the tall man in front of him is much more fierce than he is. Based on the idea that more is better than less, he has to swallow this evil spirit and turn to look for another painting.

Seeing the tuxedo man leave indignantly, the tall man is complacent, looking at the oil painting in his hand and nodding.

"It seems that there are quite a lot of people with the same idea as me." Ye Wuqi read quite speechless. Everyone rushed to snatch a certain painting as soon as he found that others were interested in it.

Looking at the chaotic scene, ye Wuxiang felt a headache. He didn't want to go to the vegetable market like a aunt to grab those things with reduced prices.

Ye Wuqi thought that he didn't know the painting anyway, so he didn't need to compete with these people. So he walked in front of the paintings of a few people and could not talk about appreciation. He would stand a little longer if he felt interesting.

After seven or eight minutes, ye Wuqian strolled through a dozen paintings, all of which were carefully studied. Then he walked away, never meaning to reach out and take them down.All of a sudden, ye Wuqian noticed that there were several people around him closely following him. Every time he stopped, those people also stopped, and their eyes were focused on his paintings.

Ye Wumian moved and walked to an oil painting of beauty bathing. The painter was very good. If you looked at it from a distance, you would mistake it as a beauty.

The first time I took a fancy to this painting, Ye was totally out of the psychology of a man. After all, the painting was nude.

Ye Wuqi pretended to be meditative and kept appreciating from side to side. His manner was quite serious, otherwise people would think he was a color embryo.

"Well, not bad, not bad. Just this pair." At this point, ye wanted to reach out and take down the painting.

However, as soon as his hand was stretched out, three people suddenly appeared, and their goal was the painting that ye Wuqian was interested in.

The fastest person is a strong man, his hands a support, with him several people were squeezed away.

"Hum!" The man scoffed at the left and right, then took down the painting, "want to rob with me, I don't know what to do."

The people on both sides were a little annoyed, and ye Wuqian grabbed the painting he liked.

The strong man, contented with his painting, deliberately displayed himself in front of Ye Wuqian and said, "thank you, brother."

"No, take it if you like." Ye Wuqi sneers and then leaves with a light breeze and clouds. He is not angry because his favorite painting is robbed.