Galactic Garbage Station

Everyone's attention was on the three little mice and Su Xin. Few people noticed that a slightly fat young man in the crowd was obsessed with the three little mice, and said: “Aren't the three little mice who can make tea? Why is everyone so excited? The guy's mouse took it out and refused to give it to them. What other gifts? It's a cheap guy. ”

If Su Zheng saw this slightly fat young man, he would have been somewhat surprised. The emotional world is so small. This young man is not someone else. It is precisely what he saw the other day during the break of days. He wanted to buy a million gold carvings to find Zhu Yi of the ring.

“Major Zhu, do you know him?” A handsome young man next to him was astonished.

“Just once.” Zhu laid his lips aside. It was not a pleasure to meet him that time. Su Zheng had already found the ring on the golden sculpture. The man he had invited had found it dark and still could not find it.

“What did Major Zhu say about him being mean?” Jun-soo's youth laughed.

“You don't know, the other day was out of the sky...” Zhu Yi said something more vindictively because Su Zheng refused to help and refused to sell the gold sculpture last time. He had a lot of resentment about Su Zheng.

“A million gold carvings, Major Zhu. Do you know what you're talking about?” Jun-soo Young man rolled his eyes and said, “Major Zhu, don't say anything like that, lest people laugh at you. Do you know how much those three tea rats are worth? ”

“How much is it worth?” Zhu Yizhi asked.

“I assure you, as a senior pet expert, that those three rats are worth more than a million dollars in absolute terms.” Jun-soo's youth is sure to be authentic.

“Three little mice in the district want a million dollars, are you kidding me?” Zhu glared wide-eyed.

“No kidding, still say it low. As for the golden sculpture, you bought it for a million dollars, just like you wanted to buy a brand new, intact Apple 6S for a hundred bucks. Such a sculpture, if the price is 10 million, I will buy it without saying anything about borrowing money. If you take it to auction, 10 million will never come off.” Jun-soo's youth rolled their white eyes.

“..." Zhu's face rose red and he stopped talking. He realized he was making a big joke. Fortunately, there were no outsiders at the time, otherwise he would be laughed at. Still, he leaves his mouth in disgust, thinking that all these pet lovers have money, no place to spend it or go crazy. Ten million dollars for what kind of gold sculpture, how many two-milk bags is enough?

At this time, Su Xiao took another gift from his arms. Zhu Yizhi and Jun-soo both put their minds together and looked at the past.

Su Xin took out a scroll that was about 15 cm long and looked very intolerant, not only with some wrinkles, but also with a few light yellow stains on the surface, as if it had been picked up in a garbage pile. This makes Zhu Jianhua and Shiqing mutter in their hearts. What's wrong with Zhu? This thing, can it be a gift?

“Can't he get a good gift?” Wang Yan saw the scroll and couldn't help but raise her mind. She deliberately did not pay attention to Su Yan, so she had no idea what Su Yan had been up to in recent years. Just recently learned that Su Zheng had become a chef god, just learned that Su Zheng had become a pet master, nothing else.

The gift she gave this time was also a painting volume, worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. In order to pick the gift, she knew the painting volume, although not very good, but at least she knew that some valuable painting rolls would be well maintained. Things like stains on the back could be disposed of. The scroll of Su Xin looked like a ground vendor.

“Mr. Murong, little gifts are not honorable.” Su Zheng handed out the picture roll.

“Thank you, Mr. Sue.” Murong Qin did not show contempt because of the intolerable appearance of the scroll, but graciously connected the scroll, laughing, “Can you open it on site? ”

“Absolutely.” Su Xiao nodded.

Murong Qin immediately opened the scroll and gently spread the scroll on the table. A painting of Ink Mountain water was displayed in front of the crowd. The scenery of the mountain water came to life. Just a glance, Murong Qin's eyes lit up.

“Good painting!” Liu Hong spoke out in praise.

“Grandpa, do you know how to draw?” Liu Qing said.

“Son of a bitch, I know something.” Liu Hong glanced at Liu Qing, pointing to the Shanshui painting, said, "This painting tends to write intentionally, with a false generation, focusing on the ink rhyme of the pen. If I am correct, it should be Yuan Dynasty works? ”

“I don't think it's that simple. Thanks a lot. What do you think?” Murongqin shook his head and turned to look at a tall, thin old man next to him, but saw the tall, thin old man, staring closely at the mountain painting, staring at his eyes, the excitement overflowed the watch.

“This painting, this painting...” The tall, thin old man was excited, but he didn't seem to find the adjective. He was excited for a while and couldn't say a complete word. He stared at Su Qiang and asked, “Man, where did you get this painting? ”

“I bought it because it looked good in the antique market.” Su Xiao lied.

“How much did you buy?” The tall, thin old man asked after standing still.

“One hundred thousand.” Su Qian said.

“You picked up a big leak. It's a big leak.” The tall, thin old man stamped his feet and resented the injustice of the heavens. This faulty appearance, familiarizing himself with his Murong Qin and Liu Hong, were all startled for a while.

“Is this painting so good? What era of painting, from which master?” Liu Hong asked, he thought the painting was very nice, but it shouldn't make Xie so disoriented.

“I can't tell the age, the author, from old and new paper, seems to be a modern painting. But these are not the points. The point is the painting's ambition. The words' mountain river thickness, grasshoppers' and 'skilful capture of heavenly craft’ are not enough to describe.” The taller and thinner the old man stares at the scroll, the more he likes it, the more he can't help but hate himself.

Murongqin, Liu Hongqin, Zhu Jianhua, Liu Yin, Shiqing, Liu Qing, Murongxian, Wang Yan and others also stared at the picture roll again. The more they found it difficult to look away, the more they saw it, the more they felt that it was not a painting, but that they were standing between the mountain waters, they could hear the sound of wind and water, and they could smell the fresh air between the mountains. Looking at it, the mind couldn't help but feel calm and peaceful, as if it had been purified by mountain water.

Everyone was shocked by this. Although they were not as professional as Old Xie, they also implicitly felt that the painting was definitely not simple, and they had never seen a painting bring this sense of immersion.

“Xie, what's the price of this painting?” Murongqin asked.

“It's hard to estimate how I can estimate the approximate price of this painting when it gets to the World Painting Exhibition and it will absolutely thrill the world, at least tens of millions of good works.” The tall, thin old man shook his head and said, his voice had just fallen and the whole scene was a blast. Many people looked at the painting and began to breathe in a hurry. Wang Yan opened his mouth and was completely shocked.