I'm not the underworld

Chapter 697 Three yuan for one piece, ten yuan for three pieces
What's the matter with the inexplicable feeling that this student has a master's demeanor that even they don't have?
Chen Yifan explained his purpose to the old principal, and turned to look at the painters.

When Chen Yifan glanced over, the painters did not dare to meet his gaze.

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

"Oh, hello." Chen Yifan said calmly.

"I'm sorry, I'm ignorant, this Master Inger's famous work is..."

"..." Chen Yifan's directness caused the Danish master to be silent for a while, the visitor was not kind!

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

"I've never heard of it, will it be exhibited in this exhibition?" Chen Yifan asked with a smile.

Inger's face darkened, and he said coldly: "That painting has been collected by the collector Mr. Cheers, but in this exhibition, I will exhibit three other paintings."

"Looking forward to your painting, I hope it can open my eyes and see the world." Chen Yifan smiled, his tone was indifferent from the beginning to the end.

After all, he raised his hand and raised the wine glass in his hand, and clinked glasses with Inger.

The scene was harmonious, of course, only in Chen Yifan's opinion.

Seeing this, several other painters quickly found an excuse to leave.

They were just some painters, considered literati, not the practitioners Chen Yifan met in the Huaxia practice world, and they were more tactful about disputes.

They can speak ill of Chen Yifan behind their backs, and say jealous and resentful words, but they can seldom shout and provoke him face to face, except for the rare ones who lose their temper and get annoyed.

Seeing them leave, Chen Yifan pouted, feeling a little bored.

The dinner was over after Chen Yifan's boredom and Ao Lingyuan's eating and drinking.

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

I don't know if it was because Chen Yifan offended someone yesterday that his painting was arranged in a corner of the exhibition hall.

Chen Yifan didn't mind, because... when he came slowly to his screen, the place was already surrounded by many visitors, and everyone was shouting "my god!"

Upon seeing the painting for the first time, the visitor exclaimed, even screamed.

When I saw the price tag of the painting, there was another exclamation and scream.

Five hundred million!Just these two paintings, works by painters who have never heard of them, are actually priced at [-] million!

There is no such thing as grabbing money!
Chen Yifan took a look, picked out his ears, and wandered around the exhibition hall with his hands behind his back, admiring other paintings.

Soon, he discovered Inger's exhibited works, and stopped in front of Inger's paintings with his hands behind his back.

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

Several celebrities nodded slightly, chatting gracefully, saying what "Impressionism" is.

Chen Yifan glanced at Inger's price tag: 1200 million, 800 million, 950 million.

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

When the organizer informed Inger that all his paintings had been bought, Inger was very surprised.

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

What's more, in such a top art exhibition, there are many works of painters who are more famous than him, how could it be possible to sell so quickly?
Ingle asked who the buyer was in amazement.

This is not a secret, the staff told him the truth.

Inger frowned, always feeling... not so good!
Sure enough, Inger searched for Chen Yifan in the exhibition hall, and after looking around for a while, he finally saw his back at the door.

Taking a closer look, Chen Yifan placed three of his paintings on the ground, next to a signboard with a line of Huaxia characters written on it.

"One ticket for three yuan, three tickets for ten yuan!"

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

Even if he is not the royal princess and prince, the heir of a big family like at the dinner last night, he is also some cultural celebrity and billionaire.

Chen Yifan's act of setting up a street stall at the entrance of the exhibition hall attracted passers-by to wait and see with strange expressions.

"Young man, why do you set up a stall here to sell fake paintings? Don't you know how to read? There is a worldwide art exhibition here today, which is full of works by famous masters, and people with status come and go. How could you buy yours? Fake paintings?" An old man who came to watch the exhibition couldn't help but walked over, shook his head and said to Chen Yifan.

He only glanced at Inger's painting, and directly judged it as a counterfeit painting, because the painting only sold for three yuan.

The corners of Inger's mouth twitched when he found this place, his whole face turned red instantly, and his expression was furious.

Not only because Chen Yifan sold his paintings cheaply on the street, but also because...his authentic works were considered fake paintings.

They didn't even mention high imitation, just fake paintings!

This is not to say that his painting skills only have a false reputation. It is only because he puts the paintings in the "palace" that they are famous paintings. Living on the streets will directly become unsightly "fake paintings".

Ingeer quickened his pace and walked towards Chen Yifan, as if he was looking for a settlement with him.

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

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

Just now, when he saw these words from a distance, he couldn't move his pace. He didn't pay attention to the meaning of those words, so he came to ask the price.

In foreign countries, it is rare to see such calligraphy masterpieces!

"A few words?" Chen Yifan didn't expect that someone would take a fancy to his handwritten words, so he was taken aback for a moment.

Then he smiled and said, "Sorry, these words are not for sale!"

"Why? I am willing to buy this word with 100 million M gold!" The old man said anxiously.

"The old man doesn't know something. These few words can lead to the gods, go down to the underworld, and keep ghosts from trespassing. It is a priceless treasure!"

"Such a treasure cannot fall into the hands of ordinary people!" Chen Yifan laughed.

"However, the old man's eyesight is really good. Come on, give this painting to the old man, it's a good relationship!" Chen Yifan picked up a painting and handed it to the old man in the Chinese tunic suit.

Seeing his actions, Inger, who was striding this way, almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Just sell it cheap, and now give it away!

"Stop! This is my painting, you can't give it away casually!" Inger finally arrived, reached out and grabbed the framed painting tightly, glaring at Chen Yifan and said.

(End of this chapter)