Galactic Garbage Station

“Teacher Cheng, do you think that if these paintings were sold, would anyone be willing to buy them? How much would they cost?” Su Qian asked, "I don't blame him for being so greedy, who makes anti-matter production so burning money, how can it not be enough to make enough money? He studied painting for two purposes: first, to cultivate the body and mind, to help him understand the Buddha's statue and ideological intentions; and second, to make money and make big money.

“Someone must be willing to sell, it's just a question of how much the price is, these classes are about...” Cheng Guyi pointed to the portrait of Cheng Shiyao, Zhongyun City Mountain Water Painting, etc., and thought about it, "In my experience, I should be able to sell at least tens of thousands of yuan.” Then it refers to the portrait of Shi Qing, “this pair, I estimate, can break two million, or even three million. However, if a few wealthy people look at it, it may raise the price higher, depending on the actual situation. ”

“That's all.” Su Xin seemed somewhat dissatisfied. Cheng Guyi, Cheng Shiyao, Huang Jinghong, Zhu Yan, and two other middle-aged men almost fainted. Is that a lot? These paintings are no more than three or four square feet. Selling tens of thousands of dollars is good. Selling millions of dollars is one of the finest national painting masters of our time, and not necessarily the standard that can be achieved.

“That's a lot, okay?” Cheng Shiyao rolled his eyes.

“Don't say millions. If I could sell every 10,000 paintings, I'd wake up in my dreams.” Zhu Yan envied jealousy and resentment. Think about a painting so small. Even if it is one painting in three days, there will be 100,000 paintings in one month. Even if it is one painting in five days, there will be 60,000 paintings in one month, and the future is not worried.

Su Zheng touched his nose and thought about it. The price is really high. A lot of people say that they want your painting to be worth it. When you die, painters like Qi Baishi, Zheng Panqiao, Van Gogh, Da Vinci, etc. will it be worth it in their lifetime? No, the reason why it was so valuable later, in addition to the factors of time, culture, etc., was that they died. After their death, they could not paint again, and their remaining paintings became non-renewable resources, limited in number and rarely expensive.

Paintings by painters in the world also sell heavenly prices, but they are difficult. Such a small painting would be proud to sell millions. However, a few million is too little for Su Qian. This clear portrait, but it took two or three hours to draw, and it took a lot of attention. Two drawings a day, I'm afraid, is the limit, then millions a day, and a lot more drawings, it must be devalued.

Su Zheng knew that if he wanted to sell higher prices, he would have to continue to improve the level. Compared with the more beautiful women's ideas, he would still have to learn. You know, Su Xin once presented a map of mountain water from reckless times at Murong Qin's banquet. Although it was far less beautiful than the idea of a beautiful woman, it was also valued at least ten million. Su Xin painted the best, but it was only valued at two or three million. It is conceivable how far the gap is.

“Mr. Su, I don't care about the other paintings, but this pair can be sold with my consent.” Cheng Shiyao pointed to her portrait.

“Oh, if you want to sell, of course, with your consent, but I don't intend to sell it, but I intend to…” Su Xiao said, pausing for a moment and rolling up the painting at will, handing it to Cheng Shiyao, "for you. ”

“For me?” Cheng Shiyao was stunned.

“Forget it if you don't want to.” Su Qian said.

“Thank you, then.” Cheng Shiyao quickly took over the portrait, revealing a sweet smile, and then felt that he appeared to be acting too hastily. His face was slightly blushed.

This scene in Huang Jinghong's eyes, his heart is not very flavorful, he also painted the process of poetry yao, gave it to her, but when Cheng Shiyao harvested, the divine color was very faint, like now the shame is mixed. Zhu Yan's eyes looked at Su Yan in a barbaric manner. The expression was like saying, I want one too. Unfortunately, Su Xiao didn't give it to her as if she didn't understand.

“Teacher Cheng, this painting is for you.” Su Zheng rolled up the Zhongyun City mountain water map.

“It's not very good.” Cheng Guyi liked the painting, but it was not easy to collect.

“You taught me so much, you confiscated my tuition fee, students I can't repay, just send a copy, what is it? If you feel ashamed of me as a student and don't want it at all, forget it.” Su Qian said.

“Look what you said. Can't I take it?” Cheng Guyi couldn't help but laugh and happily took away the mountain water map.

Two middle-aged men sighed in their hearts. In the future, on the opposite side of the students, it is probably no longer comparable to Cheng Guyi. He illuminated this mountain water map to compare their students, not to mention that Su Xin is still growing.

“Mr. Sue, what are you going to do with these other paintings? If you want to sell it, I'm afraid it's with their consent, or are you going to give it to them as well?” Cheng Shiyao pointed to several other beautiful pictures and looked straight at Su Xiao.

“This… I'll think about what to do.” Su Jin was a little embarrassed.

Cheng Shiyao smiled and did not continue to ask. They stayed a little longer and left. Of course, everyone's mind leaves a lot of fluctuations, and they know that a new star in the national painting world is rising.

Cheng Shiyao did not go back to the training course. Now that the school drawing time has passed, she went directly to Siya Company. In the afternoon, the company has business, and there are several new clothing graphic ads to shoot. When she went upstairs, she grabbed the portrait and was ready to put it in her office. One of the company's colleagues did the design, the ability to do the work was extremely strong, the frame was also handy, the frame was beautiful and fashionable, then ask her to help bind it.

“Shi Yao, have you finished your painting class so soon?” Wang Siya and several flower branches of the girl walked in front of him.

“Yeah, a little early to go.” Cheng Shiyao said.

“Let's start shooting now. Let's start shooting early.” Wang Siya said.

“I'll put this on first.” Cheng Shiyao shook the portrait in his hand.

“What is it?” Wang Siya asked curiously, and several other girls showed curiosity.

“Nothing, nothing.” Cheng Shiyao was a little shy.

“Oh, and shy, from a man? Let's see what it means to us.” Wang Siya plays funny.

“It's just a portrait, nothing to see.” Cheng Shiyao said.

“If it's just a portrait, what wouldn't you dare show us?” Wang Siya laughed.

“Exactly. Show us. How's the painting going?” Another girl's way.

“Is there anything to hide... is it a photographic portrait of the fruit, Shi Yao so bold.” A girl opens her eyes deliberately and exaggerates.

“Don't talk nonsense.” Cheng Shiyao was so ashamed that he was afraid that they really thought it was a fruit portrait. He had to open the scroll and show it to them. He said, “Look, it's just a normal portrait. I'm not as dirty as you guys. ”

Wang Siya and others stared and stared wide-eyed.

“Wow, it's beautiful. ”

“Beautiful painting, just like Shi Yao. ”

“Shi Yao, which boy gave this to you, so talented. ”

“I would have been touched if some boy had painted me such a painting. ”

“Shi Yao, who sent this? Do we know each other?” Wang Siya and others were amazed and envious.