My Stall Sells Only Restricted-Level Items!

Chapter 26: Alarming the Circle

They look at the Cullinan that had its car plate put on blankly as it left.

Eliza’s eyes widened and she didn’t speak for a long time.

“Shall we go?”

Eliza’s boyfriend said reassuringly.

Eliza suddenly turned to look at Old Pete. She did not know why, but she felt a trace of disgust towards this old man.

‘Ron, have you been lying to me? Or are you trying to embarrass me?’

…

In the car.

“Does this count as taking revenge for you? I’ve helped you so much. Can I be more direct in front of your stall?”

Mary said.

Ron said with his eyes closed, “Time for us to go home and grab something. It’s time for me to set up my stall.”

The two drove home.

Mary found it hard to imagine, or even feel.

Most of the people who set up the stalls at the beach could only earn a small sum of money. No one had heard that the person who set up the stalls would buy a house, and it would take at least ten years.

What about the man in front of him? He made so much money by selling weird items at his stall.

Ron pulled the ‘Fifteen Sunflowers’ out of the room.

“You’re selling paintings today?”

“Yeah.”

“Then how much are you planning to sell this painting for?”

Mary asked curiously.

“Hmm… I haven’t thought of the price for this painting yet. It’ll be an auction which ends at 12 noon. Whoever pays more will sell it.”

“This painting isn’t that good? It doesn’t look like a real one.”

Mary pouted.

“Hmm, I don’t think it’s anything good, but it should be worth some money. After all, it’s a Van Gogh painting ‘.”

Mary’s eyes widened and she recoiled in shock. “What, you said this painting was a Van Gogh?”

“Yeah.”

Mary was shocked. She had a certain understanding of Van Gogh’s paintings. Her father was a big collector, and she had learned from him.

How could he not know the value of an abstract master’s painting by Van Gogh?

Van raised his voice. There were only a few dozen paintings, but every painting had a profound meaning.

Mary quickly took a few detailed photos and sent them to her father.

This time, Ron didn’t drive his trishaw. Instead, he drove the Cullinan directly and loaded all the things into the car.

“You’re not going to ride the trishaw anymore?”

“That’s right. I rode the trishaw every day, time for me to change my car.”

Ron said dismissively.

When Ron’s car pulled up to the beach, it attracted everyone’s attention.

This was a real luxury car that cost a million US dollars.

It was even more expensive in other countries.

But when the car pulled up in front of Ron’s stall, everyone was stunned.

Could it be that people who drove luxury cars like this also liked to buy street goods?

However, when Ron got out of the car, his jaw dropped.

“F*ck, it’s this big brother?”

“Is that how you earn money? Not only do you have luxury cars, but you also have a beautiful woman with you. That figure is amazing.”

Mary turned on her phone and started the livestream.

Ron hadn’t even finished setting up his stall when a lot of people crowded around it.

Everyone was curious as to what kind of game Ron would play today.

Tourists who had been sightseeing by the sea were now convinced that Ron will lay out a valuable item every day.

And it was most likely true.

After arranging the rest of the items, Ron began to write a large sign.

“Fifteen Sunflowers”

Time: 1888.

Type: Draw on cloth.

Size: 100*76cm

Van Gogh was a master of abstract paintings. He could even be considered the founder.

His paintings were all done with the cooperation of various colors to express a person’s mood. Joy, anger, sorrow, joy. His brush strokes were firm and powerful, bold and unrestrained. They painted the brilliant luster of the sunflowers, their full outlines. He boldly used the strongest colors.

Rumor had it that these fifteen sunflowers were the facial expressions of fifteen people. The lives of fifteen people. If you looked at them carefully, if you looked at them seriously, you would notice the beauty they contained…

The painting is the last large-scale Sunflower in Van Gogh’s yellow house.

This painting was precious. It would be auctioned starting at 100,000 USD, and the highest bidder would get it at 12 pm.

Seeing this introduction, everyone felt dizzy.

“No way. He even sold Van Gogh’s painting.”

“Heavens, this world is too crazy. Does a stall have to be like this?”

“This can’t be true. When did you think Van Gogh had a piece called ‘Fifteen Sunflowers’?

I’ve never heard of it before. ”

Unsurprising to Ron, any people used their phones to check online.

Indeed, there was no Van Gogh painting of “Fifteen Sunflowers”.

“That’s impossible. This painting must be fake. Van Gogh never had such a painting in his life.”

“Regardless of whether it’s real or fake, I feel like this thing is definitely not cheap.”

Many people tweeted.

“Discovered by street vendors, a new work by Van Gogh. If you know something about it’s authenticity, hurry up and buy it. You’ll get a big bargain.”

However, what no one knew was…

When Mary sent the picture to her father, his father immediately sent the picture to a famous painting collector, Mr. Kent.

Kent was a master of oil paintings.

Moreover, he liked Van Gogh’s work even more.

He thought that Van Gogh’s paintings were the most creative. They were similar to the ink paintings in the East. The difference was that they were painted in oil.

Any Van Gogh painting did not depend on whether the painting was good or not, but on what kind of humanity it expressed.

Blue represented sadness and unhappiness.

Green represented hope.

Yellow represented warmth.

This was the essence of Van Gogh’s work.

But—when Mr. Kent saw this “Fifteen Sunflowers”, he was instantly amazed.

Just by looking at the picture, it could not be fake because it matched Van Gogh’s style.

The first thing he did was call De Long, thinking the Van Gogh painting was real.

And it was a work that was unknown to the world after Van Gogh died.

“De Long, I’ll be at your place in half an hour—take me to the place that sells paintings.”

Not only that.

The news was trending on Twitter.

Lately, Ron’s place had been trending on Twitter.

The temperature continued to rise.

‘ Because there were two sides. There’s a lot of debate. Even a few days ago, there were two sides on the Internet about the goods Ron sold.’

On one hand, they believed that they had seen it with their own eyes.

On the other hand, they believed that it was all an act.

Because neither the NBA player nor the previous buyer had come out to prove whether what they had bought was real or not.

Because of this, the internet was filled with discussions.

Some people even tried to provide evidence, but the evidence they provided was eventually debunked. It was all fake.

However, some of the higher-ups knew that the stall had indeed sold the real deals.

Lupe’s friend was showing off to his friends that he had bought the real thing for cheap, Rolex Starry Skies.

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His friends were also very envious. So what if he was a celebrity? Celebrities also liked to take advantage of others.

People did not like being cheap, but people definitely liked taking advantage of others.

“Ah, Lupe, that stall owner seems to be selling high-end goods again today? What a magical place.”

Everyone looked.

“F*ck, is Van Gogh’s painting going to be sold on the street?”