Inexplicably, I feel that this student has a master's temperament that even they don't have, what's going on?

Chen Yifan explained his intention to the old principal, and turned his head to look at several painters.

When Chen Yifan's eyes swept over, those painters didn't dare to look at him.

"Hello Master Chen, I'm Ingle, from Denmark." After a while, one of the painters came back to his senses, raised his hand to shake hands with Chen Yifan, and greeted him.

"Oh, hello." Chen Yifan said lightly.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not heard of, but this Ingle master's famous work is ......"

"......" Chen Yifan's directness made the Danish master silent for a while, and the person who came was not good!

"It's a 'Daughter of the Sea'." But then, the master replied.

"Haven't you heard of it, and will it be exhibited at this exhibition?" Chen Yifan smiled and asked.

Ingle's face had sunk, and he said coldly: "That painting has been collected by the collector Mr. Chels, but in this exhibition, I will exhibit three other paintings." ”

"I look forward to your paintings, I hope I can open my eyes and see the world." Chen Yifan said with a smile, from beginning to end, his tone was indifferent.

With that, he raised his hand and raised the wine glass in his hand and clinked glasses with Ingle.

The scene is harmonious, of course, just in Chen Yifan's opinion.

Seeing this, several other painters hurriedly made excuses and left.

They are just some painters, they can be regarded as literati, not those cultivators that Chen Yifan met in the Chinese cultivation world, and they are more tactful about disputes.

They can say bad things about Chen Yifan behind their backs, and words of jealousy and resentment, but they can rarely shout and provoke in person, unless it is one of the few who have lost their temper and been angry.

Seeing them leave, Chen Yifan pursed his lips and felt a little bored.

This dinner party ended with Chen Yifan's boredom and Ao Ling's eating and drinking.

Chen Yifan and the three of them stayed overnight in the big hotel arranged by the organizers, and the next day was the official exhibition.

I don't know if it's because Chen Yifan offended people yesterday, his paintings were arranged in a corner of the exhibition hall.

Chen Yifan didn't mind, because ...... When he came to his screen slowly, it was already surrounded by many visitors, and there were exclamations of "my god!" everywhere. ”

At the first sight of the painting, the visitor exclaimed and even screamed.

When I saw the price of the painting, I screamed and screamed again.

Billion! Just these two works, works by painters who have never heard of them at all, are priced at 500 million!

Don't grab money like this!

Chen Yifan glanced twice, plucked out his ears, and walked around the exhibition hall with his hands behind his back, looking at other paintings.

Soon he spotted Ingle's exhibit and stopped in front of Ingle's painting with his hands behind his back.

There are still a few visitors in front of Ingle's paintings, but compared with the visitors in the early part of Chen Yifan's two paintings, this number is very small.

Several celebrities nodded slightly, chatted elegantly, and said what kind of "impressionism" it was.

Chen Yifan glanced at Ingle's list price: 12 million, 8 million, 9.5 million.

Chen Yifan smiled, turned around and went to the organizer of the art exhibition, and bought Ingle's painting.

When the organizers informed Ingle that all of his paintings had been bought, Ingle was surprised.

His price tag is somewhat inflated, a little higher than what he usually sells for works of the same quality.

What's more, in such a top-level art exhibition, there are many works by painters more famous than him, how can they sell so quickly?

Ingle was shocked and asked who the buyer was.

It's no secret, the staff told him the truth.

Ingle frowned, always feeling ...... Not so good!

Sure enough, when Ingle looked for Chen Yifan's figure everywhere in the exhibition hall, and after looking around, he finally saw him at the door.

Walking over to take a look, Chen Yifan put three of his paintings on the ground, and there was a sign standing next to it, with a line of Chinese characters written on it.

"Three yuan a piece, ten yuan three tickets!"

Since it is the world's top art exhibition, this exhibition hall is naturally a place with historical origins and a luxurious atmosphere, and there are bigwigs from all walks of life.

Even if it is not the royal princess and prince like last night's dinner, the heir of the big family, what kind of cultural celebrities, billionaires.

Chen Yifan's behavior of setting up a stall at the entrance of the exhibition hall attracted strange looks from passers-by.

"Young man, why are you setting up a stall here to sell fake paintings? Are you illiterate? There is a world art exhibition here today, all of which are works by famous artists, and people of status come and go, how can they buy your fake paintings?" An old man who came to watch the exhibition couldn't help but come over, shook his head and said to Chen Yifan.

He only glanced at Ingle's painting and directly judged it to be a fake painting, because the painting only sold for three pieces.

The corners of Ingle's mouth, who had just found this place, twitched, and his whole face instantly turned red, and his expression was furious.

Not only because Chen Yifan used his paintings to sell them cheaply, but also because ...... His real work is considered to be a fake painting.

I didn't even say a high imitation, just said a fake painting!

This is not to say that his painting skills are vain, but only famous paintings are made by placing them in the "palace", and they directly become unsightly "fake paintings" when they live on the streets.

Inger quickened his pace and walked over to Chen Yifan, looking like he was looking for him to settle accounts.

At this time, behind the old man looking at the painting, an old man with an Asian face in a tunic was crowded.

"I think your words are good, I don't know how to sell them?" The old man was originally Chinese, lived overseas for a long time, and has always loved calligraphy.

Fang Cai, when he saw these words from a distance, he couldn't move his steps, and he didn't pay attention to the meaning of those words at all, so he came to ask for the price.

In foreign countries, it is really rare to see such a masterpiece of calligraphy!

"Those words?" Chen Yifan didn't expect that someone would take a fancy to the few words he wrote casually, so he was stunned for a moment.

Then he smiled and said, "I'm sorry, these words are not for sale!" ”

"Why? I'm willing to buy this pair of characters for 1 million M gold! The old man said in a hurry.

"The old gentleman doesn't know, these words, go up to the gods, go down to the town, go down to the underworld, a hundred ghosts don't invade, priceless treasures!"

"Such a treasure can't fall into the hands of mortals!" Chen Yifan said with a smile.

"The old gentleman's eyesight is really good, come on, come on, this painting is given to the old gentleman, it can be regarded as a good fate!" As he spoke, Chen Yifan picked up a painting and handed it to the old man in the tunic suit.

Seeing his actions, Ingle, who was striding towards this side, almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood.

It's just a cheap sale, and now it's a gift away!

"Stop! This is my to the painting, you can't just send it away! Ingle finally arrived, stretched out his hand and grabbed the framed painting tightly, and glared at Chen Yifan angrily.