Entertainment: One child with four treasures, wife is the president
Chapter 63 Master Epiphyllum
The man selling paintings saw that Lin Xi didn't look like a bad person, and thought that he wouldn't lose money no matter what, so he agreed.
Lin Xi picked up his own and neatly placed it on the tablecloth.
"Old gentleman, don't you think this painting has any merit?"
Lao Tzu glanced at the painting with a haughty face, "Can't you see that it is just a rough graffiti? Look, there are some paint stains on the edge of this painting."
Sure enough, Lin Xi discovered this trivial defect, and then he found scissors, and gently cut off the inconspicuous painting stain along the edge of the drawing paper.
"I can always see it this way."
"That's it? Consumers can fool around like this, but it's an insult to those who understand art." The old man's domineering attitude gave others the illusion that a real artist has backbone.
Lin Xi smiled, "Mr., how much do you think it's worth?"
The old man was impatient, "200 yuan, because I'm afraid he won't be able to pay the rent!"
The man who sold the paintings was said to be useless, he lowered his head in shame, and silently sorted out the other scrolls.
Lin Xi glanced at the man helplessly, lamenting his misfortune, and angrily saying that he was probably talking about such a man.
"Mr., it seems that you have studied Chinese painting quite well. But this time you really missed it."
Mistakes?He, the vice-chairman of the Chinese Painting Association, was actually scolded by someone to say that he was wrong, wouldn't he laugh out loud when he said that?
The old man was so angry that his face was red, but he tried his best to restrain his emotions, "I am a dignified vice president of the Chinese Painting Association, can I be mistaken?"
After the old man showed his identity, everyone treated him more respectfully.
It turned out to be a vice president, so there must be a lot of money in his pocket, Lin Xi suddenly had a plan.
"Vice President, otherwise, let's make a bet. If this painting can't sell for 100 million, I will tell this boss to never sell paintings on this street. If it is worth 100 million, then you can buy it. "
"Hahaha, this broken painting dares to sell for 100 million. It would be a waste of my frame money to give it to me, but in order to clean up the atmosphere of this street, I would rather bet with you."
The old man is confident, the title of vice president is not given to him, this time he is sure to win.Maybe if the atmosphere of this street is rectified, he will not be far from the position of the regular president.
The painting seller hurriedly came to Lin Xi, "What should I do, you are going to cut off my way of earning a living."
"Don't worry, not only will I not ruin your way of making a living, but I will give you a new way to make a fortune." Lin Xi said confidently, and the plan in his heart had already been brewed.
The man who sold the paintings was dubious, but seeing passers-by enthusiastically testifying, he also understood that the matter was a foregone conclusion.
Lin Xi showed his painting in front of the crowd, knowing that it was playing the piano to a cow, he still did it.
"This painting is the work of a short-lived master on the Chinese painting website last week. Master Epiphyllum is very low-key, so he will not leave a name, so no one has found him so far."
Because of Lin Xi's hasty disappearance that day, he canceled his account and was called Master Epiphyllum.
"You see, the colors of autumn are progressive. The red background of the leaves is very particular. Under the sunset, the red will tend to be orange, with clear layers from far to near."
Lin Xi's eloquence silenced the vice president.
Last week, the deeds of this master Epiphyllum were circulated in the Chinese painting circles. The Chinese painting has a high level of attainment, but it is extremely low-key.
As the vice president of the Chinese Painting Association, the old man happened to be lucky enough to witness the disappearing painting.Sexy screenshots are down.
"Let me take a look." The old man turned on his mobile phone and stepped forward to compare it with the painting in Lin Xi's hand.
After looking at it for a few minutes, I still can't see anything similar.
"You young man, you dare to use the reputation of Master Epiphyllum to fool me. Let me tell you, I just compared these two paintings. They are not painted by the same person at all."
Everyone was in an uproar.When they watch the master, they will have their own worship filter function.
"That's right, why is this painting worth 100 million yuan? I don't think anyone will pay for 1000 yuan. Do you think so?" A middle-aged aunt booed.
Everyone was whispering and discussing.
"Well, I'll let you see if it's worth it."
"Boss, bring this painting to the exhibition center."
The owner of the painting seller reluctantly followed Lin Xi's instructions and came to the art exhibition center. They sent two spectators to go with them and took a video to testify.
Perhaps it was because the man who sold the paintings was very lucky. As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the art exhibition, he met someone going out from the art exhibition.
Before the man could open the painting, he was called aside.
When the man showed the painting in his hand, the person in charge of the exhibition actually offered a high price of 10.
The man who sold the paintings was moved. If it wasn't for someone blocking him, he would have almost sold the paintings.
When the vice president learned that someone would offer 10 yuan to buy this painting, he was quite frightened.
Lin Xi smiled calmly.
"Let's go, vice president, I'll take you to a place." Lin Xi drove the painting man and the vice president elder to the office of the Department of Chinese Painting, the most famous art academy in Witch.
When Professor Bai heard that it was the vice president of the Chinese Painting Association who came to interview, he hurried out to meet him.
When he looked up and saw Lin Xi, he immediately stepped forward to bow.
Lin Xi hurriedly coughed twice, "This teacher, do we know each other?" While talking, he did not forget to wink at Professor Bai.
Professor Bai understood Lin Xi's intentions, straightened his waist quickly, turned around and asked the vice president: "Long time no see, what kind of wind brought you here today."
The vice president smiled happily, and it was such an honor to be greeted by Professor Bai's smiling face.
"Professor Bai, I was brought here today by a gangster. It was too sudden, so I couldn't prepare something for you in time. Next time, I will definitely make it up next time."
gangster?
There were only three people who came together, and the owner of the painting seller looked poor and cautious, he didn't look like a gangster at all.
Look at Lin Xi's clothes, although he is not a big name, but his face is full of confidence and disdain, which is more in line with the image of a small gangster.
Professor Bai had to sweat for the vice president, who gave him the courage to put Master Lin in the team of punks.
"Vice President, what is the purpose of your visit today?" Professor Bai asked vigilantly.
"In order to clean up the traditional Chinese painting style on the streets of our magical capital." The vice president spoke plausibly, telling the ins and outs of the matter.
Professor Bai's face changed when he heard it. The president didn't know that he was in trouble.
In the office, Lin Xi confidently showed her paintings. When Professor Bai saw the quality and texture of the paintings, they were exactly the same as Qingwan's five paintings.
You should know that Qingwan's drawing paper is not strictly traditional Chinese painting paper at all, but a thick and smooth special paper for children's drawing.
There are so many coincidences in the world. As soon as Professor Bai saw the painting, he knew it was from Master Lin.
But the vice president at the side criticized Lin Xi's painting for nothing.
In the end, he raised his voice and deliberately asked, "Professor Bai, would you believe that this is the work of the mysterious short-lived master on the Chinese painting website last week?"
Lin Xi picked up his own and neatly placed it on the tablecloth.
"Old gentleman, don't you think this painting has any merit?"
Lao Tzu glanced at the painting with a haughty face, "Can't you see that it is just a rough graffiti? Look, there are some paint stains on the edge of this painting."
Sure enough, Lin Xi discovered this trivial defect, and then he found scissors, and gently cut off the inconspicuous painting stain along the edge of the drawing paper.
"I can always see it this way."
"That's it? Consumers can fool around like this, but it's an insult to those who understand art." The old man's domineering attitude gave others the illusion that a real artist has backbone.
Lin Xi smiled, "Mr., how much do you think it's worth?"
The old man was impatient, "200 yuan, because I'm afraid he won't be able to pay the rent!"
The man who sold the paintings was said to be useless, he lowered his head in shame, and silently sorted out the other scrolls.
Lin Xi glanced at the man helplessly, lamenting his misfortune, and angrily saying that he was probably talking about such a man.
"Mr., it seems that you have studied Chinese painting quite well. But this time you really missed it."
Mistakes?He, the vice-chairman of the Chinese Painting Association, was actually scolded by someone to say that he was wrong, wouldn't he laugh out loud when he said that?
The old man was so angry that his face was red, but he tried his best to restrain his emotions, "I am a dignified vice president of the Chinese Painting Association, can I be mistaken?"
After the old man showed his identity, everyone treated him more respectfully.
It turned out to be a vice president, so there must be a lot of money in his pocket, Lin Xi suddenly had a plan.
"Vice President, otherwise, let's make a bet. If this painting can't sell for 100 million, I will tell this boss to never sell paintings on this street. If it is worth 100 million, then you can buy it. "
"Hahaha, this broken painting dares to sell for 100 million. It would be a waste of my frame money to give it to me, but in order to clean up the atmosphere of this street, I would rather bet with you."
The old man is confident, the title of vice president is not given to him, this time he is sure to win.Maybe if the atmosphere of this street is rectified, he will not be far from the position of the regular president.
The painting seller hurriedly came to Lin Xi, "What should I do, you are going to cut off my way of earning a living."
"Don't worry, not only will I not ruin your way of making a living, but I will give you a new way to make a fortune." Lin Xi said confidently, and the plan in his heart had already been brewed.
The man who sold the paintings was dubious, but seeing passers-by enthusiastically testifying, he also understood that the matter was a foregone conclusion.
Lin Xi showed his painting in front of the crowd, knowing that it was playing the piano to a cow, he still did it.
"This painting is the work of a short-lived master on the Chinese painting website last week. Master Epiphyllum is very low-key, so he will not leave a name, so no one has found him so far."
Because of Lin Xi's hasty disappearance that day, he canceled his account and was called Master Epiphyllum.
"You see, the colors of autumn are progressive. The red background of the leaves is very particular. Under the sunset, the red will tend to be orange, with clear layers from far to near."
Lin Xi's eloquence silenced the vice president.
Last week, the deeds of this master Epiphyllum were circulated in the Chinese painting circles. The Chinese painting has a high level of attainment, but it is extremely low-key.
As the vice president of the Chinese Painting Association, the old man happened to be lucky enough to witness the disappearing painting.Sexy screenshots are down.
"Let me take a look." The old man turned on his mobile phone and stepped forward to compare it with the painting in Lin Xi's hand.
After looking at it for a few minutes, I still can't see anything similar.
"You young man, you dare to use the reputation of Master Epiphyllum to fool me. Let me tell you, I just compared these two paintings. They are not painted by the same person at all."
Everyone was in an uproar.When they watch the master, they will have their own worship filter function.
"That's right, why is this painting worth 100 million yuan? I don't think anyone will pay for 1000 yuan. Do you think so?" A middle-aged aunt booed.
Everyone was whispering and discussing.
"Well, I'll let you see if it's worth it."
"Boss, bring this painting to the exhibition center."
The owner of the painting seller reluctantly followed Lin Xi's instructions and came to the art exhibition center. They sent two spectators to go with them and took a video to testify.
Perhaps it was because the man who sold the paintings was very lucky. As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the art exhibition, he met someone going out from the art exhibition.
Before the man could open the painting, he was called aside.
When the man showed the painting in his hand, the person in charge of the exhibition actually offered a high price of 10.
The man who sold the paintings was moved. If it wasn't for someone blocking him, he would have almost sold the paintings.
When the vice president learned that someone would offer 10 yuan to buy this painting, he was quite frightened.
Lin Xi smiled calmly.
"Let's go, vice president, I'll take you to a place." Lin Xi drove the painting man and the vice president elder to the office of the Department of Chinese Painting, the most famous art academy in Witch.
When Professor Bai heard that it was the vice president of the Chinese Painting Association who came to interview, he hurried out to meet him.
When he looked up and saw Lin Xi, he immediately stepped forward to bow.
Lin Xi hurriedly coughed twice, "This teacher, do we know each other?" While talking, he did not forget to wink at Professor Bai.
Professor Bai understood Lin Xi's intentions, straightened his waist quickly, turned around and asked the vice president: "Long time no see, what kind of wind brought you here today."
The vice president smiled happily, and it was such an honor to be greeted by Professor Bai's smiling face.
"Professor Bai, I was brought here today by a gangster. It was too sudden, so I couldn't prepare something for you in time. Next time, I will definitely make it up next time."
gangster?
There were only three people who came together, and the owner of the painting seller looked poor and cautious, he didn't look like a gangster at all.
Look at Lin Xi's clothes, although he is not a big name, but his face is full of confidence and disdain, which is more in line with the image of a small gangster.
Professor Bai had to sweat for the vice president, who gave him the courage to put Master Lin in the team of punks.
"Vice President, what is the purpose of your visit today?" Professor Bai asked vigilantly.
"In order to clean up the traditional Chinese painting style on the streets of our magical capital." The vice president spoke plausibly, telling the ins and outs of the matter.
Professor Bai's face changed when he heard it. The president didn't know that he was in trouble.
In the office, Lin Xi confidently showed her paintings. When Professor Bai saw the quality and texture of the paintings, they were exactly the same as Qingwan's five paintings.
You should know that Qingwan's drawing paper is not strictly traditional Chinese painting paper at all, but a thick and smooth special paper for children's drawing.
There are so many coincidences in the world. As soon as Professor Bai saw the painting, he knew it was from Master Lin.
But the vice president at the side criticized Lin Xi's painting for nothing.
In the end, he raised his voice and deliberately asked, "Professor Bai, would you believe that this is the work of the mysterious short-lived master on the Chinese painting website last week?"
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