Chapter 744: Fake Qinggao

Shan Hezheng was stunned for a long time, and then he noticed that Xiao Se's voice was soft and soft, obviously a girl's voice, but this appearance and dress were obviously a boy!

"You're a girl?" Shan Hezheng still asked without giving up.

Xiao Se pretended to lift the hem of his clothes, and deliberately said, "Do you still want to search me?" ”

Meimei hugged Xiao Se's arm affectionately, and deliberately said: "Old man, your eyes are really bad, Cerse is my good friend, obviously a little beauty, but you just look at it as a man, no wonder you keep saying that Mr. Xiao's paintings are rubbish!" ”

Xiao Se was still relieved, and added, "The highest selling price of Xiao Jingming's paintings is 1.5 million US dollars, how much did your paintings sell?" Is there a fraction? ”

One and a half million US dollars is already an astronomical amount for a still alive painter, and Xiao Jingming's worth is the kind at the top of the pyramid even if he is abroad.

Although Shan Hezheng is very famous in China, he is unknown in the world, and at this time, the traditional paintings of China still have a market in the international auction market, but the premise is that they must be paintings of dead people.

The traditional Chinese painters who are still alive could not do it even when Yan Danqing was alive, and after his death, the international market began to pursue his paintings, and his value doubled.

There is also a master Xiao Yan, whose paintings are also quite famous in the world, but they are still not as good as his son Xiao Jingming.

As for Shan Hezheng, let alone mention, unless he was hit by a car when he went out for a while, he might be able to increase his value somewhat, as long as he lives, don't think about having a high value.

Moreover, the reason why Shan Hezheng is famous is mostly because he can drill camps, and he can fool people, in terms of real painting art, there are too many masters in China who are stronger than him, and collectors who really know how to do it will not collect paintings by people like Shan Hezheng.

Xiao Se's words stabbed Shan He Zhengxin fiercely, his face changed drastically, his eyes became gloomy, if it wasn't for public, he was afraid that he would have been angry early.

"Painting is a noble art, how can it be related to Aduwu? By saying that, little girl, you are tarnishing this art! ”

Shan Hezheng spoke in a high-sounding manner, with a tone full of lessons, and the other old men in the company all nodded.

Xiao Se sneered, what she didn't like the most was the fake Qinggao of these people, saying that money and wealth were all external objects, and they didn't bring it with them if they didn't bring it to death, but they didn't want money behind their backs, and it was not as happy as her Lao Tzu's clear price.

"It's funny, why do you sell paintings when you're so noble? Which of you hasn't sold a painting? If your own paintings can't be sold at a high price, you will be jealous of others, and you will say that other people's paintings are rubbish. ”

Although Xiao Se usually doesn't like to talk, it doesn't mean that she can't scold, on the contrary, this girl has a slippery mouth, and sometimes she can't even talk about her eyebrows!

Meimei immediately followed, "Painting is of course a noble art, but even a saint has to eat, drink and Lazar, right?" What to eat and drink without banknotes, where to live? Is it possible that painters are all hungry to paint? Mr. Shan, is the watch on your wrist a Rolex? If you don't care so much about things, why do you want to wear a Rolex? Our domestic watches can also be used! ”

Shan Hezheng subconsciously retracted his hand, but the sharp-eyed people all saw the gold watch on his wrist, combined with what he said before, they couldn't help but smile meaningfully.