I'm not the underworld

Chapter 698
"Huh? But I've already bought it, and now it belongs to me, and I have the right to dispose of it, don't I?" Chen Yifan glanced at him and asked with a smile.

"You are blaspheming art, I want to call on the painting and calligraphy circles all over the world to ban you!" Inger blushed and scolded with a thick neck.

"Please!" Chen Yifan raised his hand and shrugged.

The corner of Inger's mouth twitched, and he wanted to take his painting back with all his strength.

"Hey, you are a well-known and famous painter, and you are robbed in the street, isn't it okay?" Chen Yifan frowned.

"You are attacking maliciously! Is it because I said a few words that you have never seen the world and are proud of your talents?" Inger scolded angrily.

"You think too much. I really want to take pictures of your paintings to see what famous painters' paintings look like, so as to open your eyes."

"But after a closer look, it seems that's it. I lost interest in it. Can't I sell it?" Chen Yifan pouted.

"My paintings are worth millions! You only sell them for 3 yuan, which is obviously an insult to me!" Ingel scolded angrily, and punched Chen Yifan.

Chen Yifan's eyes darkened: "It's not good to do it."

"Those who think it's worth it will naturally spend millions to buy it, but... I don't think I've met such a person yet."

"Besides, the value of art is not determined by money. Even if I sell it for three yuan, people who believe it is worth millions will treat it with an attitude of worth millions."

Inger didn't listen to Chen Yifan's explanation, and angrily said: "If my painting is only worth three yuan, your painting is worth nothing!"

"Okay! Then you buy my painting, give it away, throw it away, or put it in the trash, I have no objection." Chen Yifan shrugged and replied.

"..." Inger clenched his fists and was speechless.

Five hundred million!He can't afford it!
At this moment, Chen Yifan's cell phone rang. Chen Yifan took out the cell phone and looked at it, his eyes were a little weird, didn't he?
Someone really bought all his paintings, and if they want to give them away, they have to throw them in the trash can?
"These three paintings are all for you. See you soon!" Chen Yifan picked up the other two paintings on the ground, and stuffed them together with the previous one to the old man in the Chinese tunic suit. He put away his stall sign and turned to walk into the exhibition hall.

"You! I..." Inger looked at Chen Yifan who was leaving, and then at the bewildered old man holding his own painting. He didn't know whether to pursue Chen Yifan or get back his three paintings.

"What a wonderful flower it is!" the old man in the Chinese tunic murmured.

He naturally didn't believe that a word that connected with the gods and descended to the underworld.

After seeing Chen Yifan's operation, he could only smile helplessly, looking at the three paintings he received as a gift with a strange expression.

"3000 million! Sell these three paintings to me!" Inger almost gritted his teeth and said to the old man in the tunic suit holding the paintings.

His paintings are worth so much!

The old man in the tunic suit who didn't know why was taken aback.

"3000 million? Are these paintings worth 3000 million?"

"You don't think it's worth it?" Inger was instantly ignited, jumping and scolding angrily.

"Cough! It's worth it! It's worth it!" The old man in the tunic suit glanced at the paintings in his hand and coughed dryly.

He just passed by and earned 3000 million for nothing, only a fool would say it's worthless.

……

Chen Yifan came to the lounge mentioned in the text message on his mobile phone, and saw two Westerners, a man and a woman, waiting here.

"You guys bought my painting?" Chen Yifan asked them, crossing his arms.

It was these two people who spent tens of thousands of dollars to buy his paintings and asked to meet him by name.

"Plop!" To Chen Yifan's surprise, the two of them knelt down instantly when they saw him.

Chen Yifan was startled, walked into the room, and sat down.

"Then what, we have no relatives and no reason, so you don't have to do such a big gift when you see me?"

"Even if you are moved to tears by my superb painting skills, you don't need to give such a big gift according to our Chinese rules..."

"Please accept us as apprentices!" Ignoring Chen Yifan's irrelevant words, the two kowtowed to him sincerely in Chinese.

With a bang, Chen Yifan wondered if he had knocked a hole in the floor.

"..." Chen Yifan paused, really speechless this time.

Who are these two golden retrievers? They kowtow to people every now and then, and even ask for a teacher. Do we know each other?
"Do you know me?" Chen Yifan asked with a strange expression.

"Of course! You are the god of death in the East!" Among them, the blond man replied.

"...Okay, so who are you?" Chen Yifan really knew each other, wondering, could it be that his reputation has spread all over the world?
"My name is Wilson, the son of Poseidon and the mortal Gloria."

"I am Kim Millie, daughter of Athena."

The two lowered their heads, hesitated for a moment, and replied.

This answer made Chen Yifan even more surprised, he couldn't help squinting his eyes, and unconsciously played with the finger wrench of the Patriarch of the Chen family in his hand.

"The background is not small! Since your parents are all famous gods in the West, why do you want me?" Chen Yifan asked, crossing his legs.

The two looked at each other, but there was no answer for a moment.

"Mt. Olympus...something went wrong." Wilson whispered for a long time.

"Huh?" Chen Yifan raised his eyebrows and questioned.

"Hades lured the son of Apollo, the sun god, to steal Zeus's lightning rod. Mount Olympus was occupied by demons, and the gods were exiled in the world. We heard that you are very powerful, and we would like to ask you to help us."

"When Hades completely occupies Mount Olympus, as the lord of the Western Hell, he will not let the Eastern Hell go." Seeing that Chen Yifan was unmoved, Jin Mili glanced at him and reminded.

"Underworld! Thank you!" Chen Yifan corrected, not as surprised as Kim Mily expected, but rhythmically tapped his fingers on the table.

"I don't accept apprentices, especially Westerners, who are too talented." After a long while, Chen Yifan glanced at the two of them and said Shi Shiran.

"You..." Jin Mili glared at Chen Yifan and was about to get up, but Wilson grabbed her and shook her head at her.

They had inquired about the strength of this eastern hell lord, and originally wanted to cooperate with him, but through the information they inquired, they themselves vetoed their original plan.

He couldn't possibly agree.

That's why there is now the apprenticeship.

It is said that the Orientals attach great importance to the master-student relationship.

Between master and apprentice, it is like father and son.

But unexpectedly, they lowered their posture as soon as they came, and Chen Yifan still didn't say anything.

Even so, Wilson held Kimmily back.

It would be unwise to anger Chen Yifan. If they died, the last flame of hope for Olympus would also be extinguished.

"Boom!" At this moment, there was a muffled sound in the room, and a large group of flames burst out of the air, and two screaming devils sneaked towards Wilson and Kimmelie with raging flames.

Chen Yifan stared at the two devils, "Presumptuous!"

(End of this chapter)