Chapter 648

Cheng Xiyue heard his tone so determined that he felt speechless.

"Are you so sure?"

Even professionals can't help looking away,

But Lu Huai was extremely positive.

Lu Huai and the tip of the brow pick slightly:

"Well."

He had seen every painting of hers countless times, almost imprinted on his heart. How could he have read it wrong.

Cheng Xiyue wanted to retort, but he thought that this man had really put a lot of thoughts on those paintings in recent years. It seems normal to say that.

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

Cheng Xiyue said that he would hang up.

Lu Huai and que Dao:

"Go."

Cheng Xiyue was stunned: "what? You just did not say that one of them was fake, so why do you want to go? "

Lu Huai and Feng's eyes narrowed slightly

"If it's a fake, it's more important to go."

......

In the early morning, many people came to a gallery.

Today is the first day of the exhibition. Many people come here.

Sheng Ruxue and monk Wenwen went inside together.

Shang Wenwen asked:

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

Sheng Ruxue thought about it and said:

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

"I guess it must be." Shang Wenwen affirmed, "who didn't know that the threshold of a gallery is very high? Many people may not be able to reach this standard even if they paint for a lifetime! I've seen the catalog before, a lot of big guys! You're only 19 this year, and you can be selected into a gallery with these people. How amazing

Sheng Ruxue laughs:

"I don't care much about this, but I think it's really a rare opportunity."

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

"There are a lot of elders I admire. No matter whether my paintings can be shot smoothly or not, I'm very happy to have them on display with them. "

Shang Wenwen made a "tut" sound.

"Why don't you have so much faith in yourself? Can be selected, already enough to prove your excellent ah! By the way, what does Mr. Wang Yan say? "

Sheng Ruxue's cheeks are reddish.

"Mr. Wang Yan is very happy."

Shang Wenwen suddenly said:

"Well, isn't that Mr. Wang Yan? It seems that those next to you are also teachers of the Academy of fine arts? "

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

In addition to Wang Yan and other teachers, there are a few people who are not familiar with each other.

Sheng Ruxue nodded

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

Shang Wenwen is clear.

"I remember that Yitang Gallery has always cooperated with the National Painting Association, right? 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 them also held positions in the National Painting Association.

Today seems to be an invitation.

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

Sheng Ruxue thought for a moment, but still shook her head.

"Forget it, master. They are busy now. We didn't fit in the past."

"So it is."

As they walked forward, they saw a middle-aged woman with mature and elegant dress standing in front of a painting.

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

Shang Wenwen was a little curious and took two steps forward.

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

"Who is it?"

Sheng Ruxue asked and followed.

Then she saw the name, too.

The 17th night

——The shadow of the tree.

Both men were silent.

No wonder

Among today's painters, the shadow of the tree is absolutely the best.

No wonder people want to buy it so soon.

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

And that's just the starting price.

At this time, another old man who looked like he was in his fifties came to buy the painting.

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

Sheng Ruxue looked aside.

Her painting is not far away, and occasionally people stop to watch it, but so far, no one has inquired.

In fact, it's not just her.

Other paintings on display in the gallery are also inferior to the shadow of the tree, the 17th night.

The middle-aged lady and the old man have already started to increase their prices respectively, and they are obviously determined to win the painting.

The quotation rose rapidly and soon exceeded 4.5 million.

A lot of people have noticed the situation here, and they look at it one after another.

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

And from the perspective of this trend, we can definitely get a high price and really make a good start.

The joy and excitement on the faces of the staff almost overflowed.

The higher the transaction price is, the higher the Commission of their gallery will be. He is certainly happy that he will be able to pay more bonus.

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

It's already an amazing amount.

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

"Forget it."

The old man began to laugh, and his eyes were very satisfied when he looked at the painting.

The staff said with a smile:

"Congratulations, Mr. Zhou."

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

"Yes, this way, please --"

"Wait a minute."

Before the staff finished speaking, they heard a clear and pleasant female voice.

They all looked back.

Shang Wenwen frowned and whispered:

"Ning Li? Why is she here? "

Sheng Ruxue shakes her head.

Ning Li comes here and stops in front of the painting.

She glanced at the old man from above.

"Don't buy this painting."

The old man was at a loss: "why?"

Ning Li said in a light voice:

"Because this painting - it's fake."

Everyone was shocked by this remark!

The staff member's face changed immediately. He stepped forward and said harshly:

"Miss, please pay attention to what you say!"

At the exhibition, he openly said that a painting was fake. Didn't he come here on purpose!?