The Little Brat’s Sweet And Sassy

  Chapter 648 Fake (three shifts)

   Cheng Xiyue heard his tone so calm, and felt speechless.

   "Are you so sure?"

  Even if you are a professional, you can't help but miss your eyes.

  Being biased towards Luhuai and definitely extremely.

  Lu Huai and the brows slightly picked:

"Ok."

  He has read every one of her paintings countless times, almost imprinted on his heart, how could he read it wrong.

  Cheng Xiyue wanted to refute a few words, but then I thought that this man had really put a lot of thought on those paintings in the past few years, and it seemed normal to say so.

   "Well, it's okay, since it's fake, you don't have to go through this trip."

  Cheng Xiyue said, she was about to hang up.

  Lu Huai and Qudao:

"go with."

  Cheng Xiyue stunned: "What? Didn't you just say that their one is fake? Then why go?"

  Lu Huai and Phoenix Eyes:

   "It's fake, so I want to go."

  Early in the morning, many people came to Yitang Gallery.

  Today is the first day of this exhibition, and many people come here admiringly.

  Sheng Ruxue and Shang Wenwen walked in together.

  Shang Wenwen asked:

   "Ruxue, you should be the youngest artist in this Yitang gallery exhibition, right?"

  Sheng Ruxue thought for a while and said:

   "I don't know too well. There are more than 30 paintings on display this time, and I don't know some painters."

"I guess it must be." Shang Wenwen said affirmatively, "Who doesn't know that a gallery has a very high threshold? Many people paint for a lifetime, and they may not be able to meet this standard! I have read the catalog before, so many big guys! You are only ten this year Nine, it’s amazing to be selected into a gallery with these people!"

  Sheng Ruxue laughed:

   "I don't really care about this, but I think this is indeed a rare opportunity."

  As she said, she looked to the sides and took a breath.

   "There are indeed many seniors I admire. No matter whether my paintings can be successfully shot or not, I am already very happy to be able to display them together with their paintings."

  Shang Wenwen "tucked".

   "Why are you so insecure in yourself? Being selected is already enough to prove your excellence! By the way, what did Teacher Wang Yan say?"

  Sheng Ruxue's cheeks are slightly red.

   "Teacher Wang Yan is very happy."

  Shang Wenwen suddenly said:

   "Hey, isn't that teacher Wang Yan? Those next to him seem to be teachers from the Academy of Fine Arts?"

  Sheng Ruxue looked in the direction she pointed, and she saw a group of people coming from the other side of the corridor.

  In addition to a few teachers such as Wang Yan, there are a few others who are not very familiar.

  Sheng Ruxue nodded:

   "Yes, the one in the embroidered suit in the middle seems to be the person in charge of a trip to the gallery."

  Shang Wenwen is clear.

   "I remember, Yitang Gallery has always cooperated with the National Art Association, right? And so does our academy."

   are all in a circle, and of course they all know each other.

  Wang Yan, besides teaching at Xijing Academy of Fine Arts, most of them also hold positions in the National Painting Association.

  It seems to be here today by invitation.

   "Ruxue, do you want to say hello?" Shang Wenwen asked.

   Sheng Ruxue thought for a moment, and shook his head.

   "Forget it, Master and the others are busy doing business right now, our past was not suitable."

  "So too."

  The two walked forward and saw a mature and elegant middle-aged woman standing in front of a painting asking for a quote.

   "Whose painting is that, someone is interested in bidding so soon?"

  Shang Wenwen was a little curious, and took two quick steps forward.

  However, when she saw the artist's name next to the painting, her expression was stagnant.

   "Who?"

  Sheng Ruxue asked as she followed.

  Afterwards, she also saw the name.

   "The Seventeenth Night"

  —The shadow of the tree.

Both of them fell silent.

  No wonder.

  Among these painters today, the shadow of the tree is definitely one of the best.

  No wonder someone wants to buy it so soon.

  At the same time, they also heard the introduction of the gallery staff-four million.

  And this is only the starting price.

  At this moment, another old gentleman who appeared to be in his fifties came over and wanted to buy this painting.

  When there are multiple prospective buyers for a painting, of course the one with the higher price will win.

  Sheng Ruxue glanced aside.

  Her paintings are hanging not far away, and occasionally people stop to watch them, but until now, no one has asked for a quote.

  In fact, it's not just her.

The other paintings on display in the   Gallery are not as good as the "Seventeenth Night" of the Shadow of the Tree.

  The middle-aged lady and the old gentleman have already started to increase their prices, and they are obviously determined to win this painting.

  The quotation rose rapidly and soon exceeded 4.5 million.

  Many people noticed the situation here, and they all looked at it.

  If it can be successfully shot, this will be the first painting sold in this exhibition.

   And judging from this trend, it is sure to be able to shoot a high price, a really good start.

  The joy and excitement on the staff’s faces almost overflowed.

  The higher the transaction price, the higher the commission for their gallery, and he can even pay more bonuses with him. Of course he is happy.

  Finally, the price of the old man reached 4.8 million.

  This is already a very staggering amount.

  Some hesitation appeared on the middle-aged lady's face, and finally she chose to give up.

   "Forget it."

  The old man laughed, and his eyes were very satisfied when he looked at the painting.

  The staff smiled earnestly:

   "Mr. Zhou, congratulations."

  The old man asked: "Is the contract going upstairs to sign, right?"

   "Yes, please—"

"and many more."

  Before the staff finished speaking, they heard a clear and pleasant female voice.

  Everyone looked back.

  Shang Wenwen frowned and whispered:

   "Ning Li? Why is she here too?"

  Sheng Ruxue shook her head.

  Ning Li came straight here and stopped in front of the painting.

  Her gaze swept lightly from above, and immediately looked at the old gentleman.

  "Don't buy this picture."

  The old man looked blank: "Why?"

  Ning Li said softly:

   "Because this picture—is fake."

  Everyone was shocked when these words came out!

  The staff's face changed immediately, and he took a step forward and said sharply:

  "This lady, please be careful when you speak!"

  At the art exhibition, he openly said that a painting is fake. Didn’t this come to make trouble on purpose? ?

  　It’s late, don’t wait.

  (End of this chapter)