Siheyuan: I, the bully is here, I will die quickly

Zhang Xuemu watched the third master hand over the money, and then the two went back to the room silently.

In the next second, the fan outside the house lost power and slowly stopped spinning.

At this moment, the voice of the system sounded in Zhang Xuemu's mind.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, complete the punishment task and punish the third master."

"Ding will issue some rewards now."

"Congratulations to the host, you have been rewarded as an art master."

Zhang Xuemu immediately watched a golden halo enter his body from top to bottom in the system space.

Afterwards, countless paintings, stone carvings, various musical tunes, and other strange creations immediately poured into my mind.

Zhang Xuemu directly grasped the ocean of art at this moment.

He was so excited that he hurried back to his room immediately.

He directly picked up a scroll of pictures sent by the fat old man from the table.

Now without the help of the comparison prompt given by the system, he directly recognized Zheng Banqiao's later paintings and the meaning contained in them.

As for how those paintings were made, Zhang Xuemu can also imagine how each stroke fell in his mind at this time.

Even the direction of the pen tip, the amount of ink stained, and the strength of the pressing technique are all in his chest.

Zhang Xuemu immediately took a pen to write and draw casually, and directly outlined a Hummer body and a horse.

And he wrote two words at random, horse.

One is Song typeface, the other is italic typeface, both are written easily and smoothly, and the characters look more handsome and beautiful.

Zhang Xuemu had to sigh, having such a system is cool.

He entered the system to check the original selling price of artistic identity points.

It was as high as 400 points.

It seems that the rewards for this mission are really satisfactory, and Zhang Xuemu looks forward to the later rewards even more.

Now that he thinks about it, it's time to go to the black market. The fat old man is a little slow to receive goods these days.

It's just a good time to try your own master status as an artist.

Maybe you can get a lot of good things from the market.

Today's black market is not as good as it used to be, and the people on it have to take the store to change places almost every day.

If you are on Tianqiao East Third Street in the morning, you may have to go to West Tenth Street in the afternoon.

Zhang Xuemu rode his bicycle and went directly to a small alley two miles away from the overpass.

This is where the latest black market gathers.

There are very few businesses here. In the words of the fat old man, the rest are not afraid of death.

But they also have a lot of good things in their hands.

Zhang Xuemu walked into the narrow alley alone.

Now not only are there few merchants, but there are also pitifully few buyers.

As soon as Zhang Xuemu entered, he became everyone's focus.

"Isn't this the last time I sold things to foreigners?"

"Really? There are so many people in the black market, can you recognize them?"

"Nonsense, that kid is so powerful, everything is a big treasure, and he sold a lot of money."

"How do I remember that he came to buy gold jewelry from my family? He seems to be quite rich. Besides my family, he also received things from many other people."

"Then let's go and see if he is here to buy or sell things now."

"If I have money, I'll sell it to him when it's cheap?"

"Really, these treasures, you didn't even try to bargain with you before, but now you want to make him cheaper?"

"Then what can I do? No one is buying it now, and if I don't make a move, what else can I do?"

Several people looked at each other and surrounded them.

Zhang Xuemu watched the bosses around him bring the most valuable things from their booths, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

An uncle who looked like an official took out a pair of calligraphy and paintings from his arms.

"Brother is here to buy something? Why don't you take a look at me?"

Zhang Xuemu stretched out his hand to see.

The other party hesitated.

In normal times, he doesn't pass things on to others, for fear of being damaged by others.

"Look at mine." Suddenly another seller came over with some calligraphy and paintings.

Zhang Xuemu just glanced at one of the paintings.

Tang Yin?

"How is it? Did you like this one?" The visitor saw Zhang Xuemu looking at a picture in his hand.

"This is Tang Bohu's "Taoyuan Village Map" for you to take a look!"

As he said this, the man directly sent the picture to Zhang Xuemu.

Zhang Xuemu opened it and saw that it belonged to Tang Bohu just from the painting style and seal.

After comparing the paper, it is indeed from the Ming Dynasty.

Looking at this authentic painting, Zhang Xuemu couldn't help but feel excited.

You must know that in the aftermath, Tang Yin's vision "Waterfall Viewing on Lushan Mountain" was sold for a sky-high price of 36 billion.

This painting is obviously a masterpiece made by Tang Yin with more care.

Not to mention that it can be sold at such a sky-high price in the future, even if it is sold casually, it will cost at least tens of millions.

Although he had picked up the treasure, but he hadn't got it yet, Zhang Xuemu didn't have any expression on his face.

He gave it back to the other party and picked up another picture.

Zhang Xuemu looked at it, and said calmly: "This is Ouyang Xun's word."

The visitor's eyes widened, and he said in surprise: "It seems that I really met an expert. This is the letter written by Ouyang Xun."

"Anyway, from my point of view, there are not many authentic works of him on the market!"

"Little brother, if you like this painting, I will sell it to you for 30 yuan!"

Zhang Xuemu smiled and waved his hand: "Just this piece of paper, you want me 30 yuan?"

"30 yuan is worth nearly two months' wages of an ordinary worker!"

The painting seller immediately said: "Brother, this is an authentic work, rare in the world!"

Zhang Xuemu smiled: "Rice is rare in the world now, it is just a painting, can you still eat it?"

"Besides, I'm afraid these things will only be used as firewood in a few days."

What Zhang Xuemu said hit the hearts of everyone around him.

Everyone took the risk to sell these things on the black market, just to exchange some money at the last time.

Otherwise, these works of art will become hot potatoes, and it will be useless to keep them, and they will hurt themselves instead.

The painting seller smiled: "Little brother, you are right, but this thing is really not easy, so let me make it cheaper."

Zhang Xuemu stretched out five fingers, and said calmly: "Just hold these 50 yuan in your hand."

"What? 50 yuan together?" The painting seller was shocked when he heard this.

You must know that he could sell any painting here a few months ago for 50 yuan.

Zhang Xuemu said with a smile: "You don't want to sell it to others, and others have it too."

"It's worth the money now. You don't want to sell me? Then go and see who else dares to buy it?"

With that said, Zhang Xuemu looked at the first person again.

The painting seller became anxious immediately, he knew that what Zhang Xuemu said was true.

At this time, the environment is not as good as before, everyone is in danger, who will trade these things when they have nothing to do?
He had been wandering around with these paintings for two months, and he couldn't even meet any interested buyers.

Looking at the earliest painting seller, he has already started to introduce things to Zhang Xuemu.

"I'll sell it!" He gritted his teeth and packed up the paintings, trying to drag Zhang Xuemu back with his other hand.

Zhang Xuemu smiled and gave the money directly.

Looking at the money, the painting seller was filled with emotion and excitement. The good things his family had collected for generations were sold at such a low price.

If it weren't for his stutter, he wouldn't be like this.

"What about you?" When Zhang Xuemu turned his head, the original painting seller took out a lot of things.

"What about you?" Zhang Xuemu raised his voice, and his smile became brighter.