The whole world thought I was poor

Old Zheng saw that Lu Xiaohao had gone far, so he opened the picture scroll. It was not as unbearable and crappy as he had imagined. It was not a painting like a chicken eating rice.

On the contrary, looking over at the first glance made him feel amazing.

"Is this really painted by Lu Xiaohao?"

Old Zheng stared at the scroll in a daze. The landscapes, birds and beasts on the scroll were lifelike, as if they were on the paper, just living in front of his eyes.

That feeling is not like an ink painting, but like a beautiful world, slowly unfolding before his eyes.

Although Lao Zheng didn't have any professional appreciation skills, he couldn't see very professional things.

But ordinary aesthetics is something that everyone has. Even if a beggar is allowed to appreciate paintings at the master level, it is estimated that the paintings are not bad.

After all, the aesthetics of human beings are in common, and the good things painted are necessarily good.

Lao Zheng couldn't say anything about Lu Xiaohao's painting, but he felt that this painting was a bit unusual at first glance.

"Yes, I underestimated him before."

Lao Zheng watched the painting in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.He is the owner of a calligraphy and painting shop. Naturally, he comes into contact with a lot of calligraphy and calligraphy every day, but none of the calligraphy and paintings makes him feel so special and gives him such a feeling of love.

He didn't care a little at first, but now he really cherishes it.

He thinks this painting is a little unusual, it seems to be better than all the paintings in his shop.

So Lao Zheng mounted the painting and hung it behind the counter. From now on, this painting will be his treasure of the town.

As soon as the painting was hung up, four beautiful girls stepped into his shop.

When Lao Zheng saw the visitor, his eyes lit up slightly.

The four girls are youthful and beautiful, one is more prettier than the other, and the other is more temperamental.

Putting together can be called a beautiful landscape.

Even in the beautiful ancient town of Lishi, this kind of scenery is quite rare.

"Yijun, what are you doing in a calligraphy shop? There shouldn't be any good things in this kind of calligraphy shop."

Several girls were walking and chatting. One of the girls glanced at the calligraphy and paintings in the calligraphy and painting shop, and shook her head slightly, obviously not very attractive.

The calligraphy, calligraphy and calligraphy in this kind of calligraphy and painting shop are all things that can't be put on the table. Some are even printed fake paintings. They are not even artificial paintings. They can be wholesaled for a few dollars and sold for more than ten yuan.

The leading girl was named Bai Yijun, and she smiled faintly: "Yan'er, don't underestimate this kind of calligraphy and painting shops. Many famous treasures are unearthed from this kind of calligraphy and painting shops."

Of course, although she said so, she didn't really think that this kind of calligraphy and painting shop could find treasures.

After all, the probability of getting good things from this street-side calligraphy and painting shop is almost lower than that of winning the lottery.

She came to the calligraphy and painting shop just to buy a bottle of ink.

The ink she brought out fell in the previous hotel, and now she is going to buy a new bottle.

"Little girl, what are you going to buy? The works in my calligraphy and painting shop are all excellent works. Buying one will never lose out." Old Zheng said with a smile.

"Okay, the things in your calligraphy and painting shop are indeed not bad, let's get a bottle of ink." Bai Yijun smiled.

"Just buy a bottle of ink?" Old Zheng said.

"Yes." Bai Yijun nodded.

"it is good."

Old Zheng laughed, then turned around to get the ink.

Of course he could see that the girl in front of him was not low-eyed and looked down upon these broken things in his shop.

Otherwise, since I entered the store, I would not squint and come straight to the counter without even looking at the paintings in the store.

In fact, don't talk about Bai Yijun, he himself doesn't like it too much.

After all, things that can be bought in wholesale for a few dollars have nothing to do with the best paintings.

Bai Yijun is really not interested in looking at the paintings and calligraphy in the store. With her eyes, not to mention the printed rubbish, even some medium-sized paintings may not be attractive to her.

Just as she was about to leave after buying the ink, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of a painting behind the counter.

At first, she didn't care much, thinking it was another printed picture.

But soon her pupils shrank, and all her attention was drawn.

It turned out not to be a printed picture, but a handmade painting.

And... just a glance made her feel amazing.

As a high-achieving student in the Haiyi Fine Arts Department, her vision is quite high, and paintings that can make her produce amazing feelings are quite rare.

Bai Yijun's expression condensed, and he concentrated on the painting in front of him.

Soon she was shocked, and her clear eyes were full of incredible colors.

Master paintings!

It turned out to be an extremely rare master painting!

Works of this level are quite rare across the country. Each one is a treasure in the hands of collectors and will not easily appear in the sun.

Even Bai Yijun has seen paintings of this level for the third time.

The first time was in a museum exhibition, and the second time was in Haiyi's principal's office.

She never thought that works of this level would appear in a small calligraphy shop on the street.

It's incredible!

"Boss, do you sell this painting?"

Bai Yijun looked at Boss Zheng suddenly and pointed to Lu Xiaohao's painting.

Her heart was already beating violently.

It's a treasure, but it really made her find a treasure.

This kind of legend of finding a baby in a street painting and calligraphy shop actually happened to her.

She dreams of owning a master-level painting.

She herself is an art student studying Chinese painting. If she can have a master-level work and observe and taste every day, she will definitely be able to promote her level of art.

"Sorry, this painting is not for sale. Little girl, should you take a look at other paintings, the other paintings in our shop are not bad, and they may not be worse than this one."

Old Zheng smiled and said, Lu Xiaohao gave him the painting, of course he would not sell it as soon as he received it.

Bai Yijun smiled bitterly after hearing this...

Sure enough, any of these master-level works are regarded as treasures, and it is impossible to sell them.

Why are there so few good paintings on the market?Even in the museum, there are not many good paintings.

Because most of the really good works are kept privately by collectors, they rarely show up.

"Boss, I only like this painting. Even if my family is bankrupt, I want to buy it. What a pity."

Bai Yijun shook his head slightly, with regret in his eyes.

When Old Zheng heard that his eyelids twitched slightly, he wanted to buy it because he was bankrupt?

It's just a picture, as for what!

He didn't expect the little girl in front of him to like this painting by Lu Xiaohao so much.

Although he looked at this painting, it was very good, with an indescribable sense of beauty, but it was a bit exaggerated to go bankrupt and buy it.

After all, Lao Zheng was a businessman, and he was a rude businessman with no culture. He didn't understand how valuable a master painting was, and he even had no idea about it.

Hearing what Bai Yijun said at the moment, it seemed that he was willing to pay a big price to buy this painting, and he was a little moved.

"How much are you willing to pay?" Old Zheng asked tentatively.

As a businessman, there is almost no business that cannot be done.

I said before that this painting is not for sale, but because there is no need to sell it, he does not lack the hundreds of dollars.

But if the little girl in front of her is willing to pay a high price, it's another matter.

After all, a business of a few thousand dollars is a different thing from a business of tens or hundreds of dollars.

If the little girl in front of me is willing to bid 5000 yuan...no, only 3000 yuan will do.

As long as she is willing to pay 3,000 yuan to buy the painting, he will sell it.

No one in business will have trouble with money, 3,000 yuan is almost equivalent to the net profit of his shop for more than ten days.

A broken painting can sell for this price, but a fool is not willing.

Lao Zheng looked at Bai Yijun with some expectation. Since you dare to say that you are willing to bankrupt your family to buy this painting, then a few thousand dollars should be paid?

"Boss, are you really willing to sell this painting?"

Bai Yijun was taken aback for a moment, almost thinking that her ears had misheard.

Didn’t I say that non-sale items are not for sale?

This is a master-level work, and it is not easy to sell under normal circumstances.

"Of course there is no problem with the sale, but it must depend on whether the price is appropriate, what do you think?" Old Zheng slightly squinted his eyes.