"Damn, someone really buys it?"

"Which tyrant?"

"You're rich. ”

When they saw that the painting on a certain treasure was actually sold, the crowd of spectators were completely stupid.

It's just that Mo Bai, who hasn't been paying attention to a certain treasure, doesn't know about this.

After waiting for a while and finding that no one had bought it, Mo Bai made a phone call to Principal Wang.

"Mo Bai, is there something wrong?"

"Principal Wang, I can't call you if it's okay. ”

"Of course you can, but I won't know about you, what's the matter, tell me quickly, I'm busy. ”

"Yes, Principal Wang, I recently painted a painting, how about selling it to you?"

"Damn, you can draw?"

"Yes, I'm a master. ”

"Blow, okay, I want your painting, 1,000 yuan will be sent to you later." ”

"1,000 yuan, are you insulting me?"

"1,000 yuan is a lot, you, Principal Wang, I have never bought such an expensive painting, otherwise, add a little more, 10,000." ”

"Principal Wang, with your worth, are you embarrassed to pay 10,000?"

"What shit, you're blackmailing, the 100,000 is good, no matter what the hell you painted, I bought it. ”

"100,000 is too little. ”

"I said Mo Bai, I heard that you smashed all the money to make a mobile phone, is it really useless. ”

"Sort of. ”

"Then I'll lend you 1 million. ”

"I'm not here to borrow money, I'll talk about the painting I painted, my painting is really ......"

"Mo Bai, I don't understand words, it's useless for you to say this. Let's just say how much does your painting sell for?"

"Not much, 50 million. ”

"How much?"

"50 million?"

"I, I, I...... Why don't you go and grab it. ”

After speaking, Principal Wang hung up the phone directly.

Listening to Dududu's voice, Mo Bai was almost stunned.

Pit goods.

It's not that Principal Wang is very generous.

It's not that Principal Wang sends a car to his girlfriend at every turn.

50 million is reluctant to come out?

Sure enough, the gossip can't be believed.

There was no way, Mo Bai had to call Principal Wang and his father.

Lao Tzu is definitely richer than his son.

"Hello, Headmaster. ”

"Mo Bai, why did you call me, you kid. ”

"It's nothing, I just want to ask, I seem to remember, is there a painting missing in your office?"

"Don't tell me, it's really one painting less. ”

"I'll just say, it's too stingy not to hang a few paintings in your big office. It just so happens that I have an authentic painting of the master here. ”

"Which master's true handwriting?"

"The surname is inexplicable. ”

"Which master did I say, it turns out that this master is you...... Hehe, Mo Bai, if you want to sell the painting to me, tell me how much...... If it's more than 1,000 yuan, don't look for me. I'm not my son, I'm stingy. ”

"That, just kidding, hung up. ”

Depressed, Mo Bai hung up the phone.

Unexpectedly, Wang Jianlin was even more slamming than his son.

After thinking about it, Mo Bai called Ma Yun, who had always been more generous.

"Horses are always good. ”

"Mo Bai, don't call Mr. Ma, call me Brother Ma if you say it. ”

"Brother Ma, Brother Ma, you Alibaba is awesome, last year's Double 11 broke through the 90 billion sales mark. I think it will be easy to break through 100 billion sales this year. ”

"That's thanks to you, Brother Mo, without your Double 11 Carnival method, how could we be today. ”

Brother Ma laughed, by the way, Brother Ma...... Recently, in a dream, Mr. Qi Baishi accepted me as a disciple, and when I got up this morning, I was inspired to paint a masterpiece. Brother Ma, how about it, how about I sell that painting to you. ”

"Brother Mo, Mr. Qi has been dead for many years, can he accept you as a disciple?"

"So it's a dream. Besides, Feng Qingyang has been dead for a longer time, and your screen name is not called Feng Qingyang. I'll forfeit your royalties. ”

"That's right. Okay, how much do you paint that?"

"50 million. ”

"Deal. ”

"Come on, I know that Brother Ma is the most generous. ”

"It's easy to say, I'll call you 50 million in a while, and you will come to work with me tomorrow. ”

"Uh, Brother Ma, forget it. ”

Depressed, Mo Bai hung up the phone again.

Sister, these local tyrants are better than one person.

Isn't it 50 million, it's nothing in your eyes, so it's reluctant?

You know, mine is the real thing.

In a few years, it will appreciate in minutes.

However, it is understandable to think about it.

Although these local tyrants have money, the money is not blown by the wind. A painting costs 50 million, and Qi Baishi's authentic works will be bought for 500 million, but if you paint it yourself, let alone 50 million, 500,000 will have to be considered.

Thinking of this, Mo Bai landed on a certain treasure and prepared to withdraw the list that had been hung up before.

Gotta think of another way to hype it up.

Otherwise, if it is too low-key, no matter how high the level of painting is, it will not sell for much.

Alas, there are too many talented people in this world.

It's just that just when Mo Bai was about to cancel the order, the background system prompted that your goods have been sold, please ship them in time.

"Damn, sold. ”

"Who. ”

"Who bought it?"

Without a single warning.

However, although he was extremely surprised, since someone bought it, Mo Bai was excited in his heart.

Sure enough, there are still people with eyesight.

Happily put away the painted cabbage, and Mo Bai delivered it personally.

Moreover, in order to prevent the painting from being stolen, Mo Bai also insured valuables insurance.

This is 50 million, and if someone is transferred, it will be a big loss to private interests.

"Which friend bought my painting, thank you, you are so discerning. ”

After sending the goods to him, Mo Bai posted a message on Weibo.

In an instant, countless spectators who had just been stimulated also followed up.

"Mo Bai, do you want to make a face?"

"Dabai, I want to say, I also learn to paint, my paintings are sold to you, don't want 50 million, do you want 5,000 yuan?"

"What 5000 yuan, this is the eagle I just drew eating chickens, 500 yuan, big white, do you want it. ”

"Get out, don't use 500 yuan as money, I have a treasured masterpiece "Eagle World", Dabai, 50 yuan is sold to you. ”

"Don't make trouble upstairs, to be serious, I also want to know who is such a tyrant who actually bought Dabai's painting. ”

It was so lively, and soon, the buyer finally appeared.

"I really like your masterpiece Mr. Mo Bai so much, I sold out more than a dozen of my collections, and then borrowed a few million, and finally collected 50 million. ”

Speaking is a well-known collector of calligraphy and painting, whose name is "Lu Zhongxing".

Lu Zhongxing was just bubbling, and in an instant, someone recognized him.

"Damn, this isn't the teacher Lu who often identifies antiques. ”

"I know, I know, I've seen him on TV. ”

"I didn't expect that Mr. Lu actually bought Mo Bai's works, so Mo Bai's works are really artistic?"

"Teacher Lu, Teacher Lu, do you really like Mo Bai's paintings so much?"

Seeing the Lord coming, the crowd of spectators was extremely excited.

"Thank you, Mr. Lu, for your love. ”

Mo Bai sent a fist-hugging expression to Lu Zhongxing, no matter what, he was willing to spend 50 million on his first work, not to mention how this painting was, this courage alone is admirable.

"Mr. Mo Bai is too polite, I also want to appreciate your work when I collect it. ”

Lu Zhongxing also told the truth.

"Haha, appreciation, for sure...... I believe it won't take long for the value of the work you buy to appreciate. ”

"If that's the case, then I'm going to make a fortune. ”

"Well, well, in order for the value of the painting you bought, then I'll paint another one now. ”

"Ah, wait. ”

"How?"

"Mobai, do you want to paint another one?"

"Yes. ”

"I'll ...... Mo Bai, this can't work, how can you paint another work at once when you just painted it?"

Seeing that Mo Bai said that he wanted to paint another one, Lu Zhongxing panicked.

He was a collector of calligraphy and painting.

Although calligraphy and painting have their artistic value, they also have the characteristics of being rare and expensive.

Just like Zhang Daqian's landscape paintings.

If there are a lot of Zhang Daqian's landscape paintings on the market, even if they are painted well, they will not sell for much money.

Not to mention 1.5 billion, 150,000 is a question of whether there is anyone to want.

Of course, some well-known painters also know this.

That's why they basically paint just a few times a year.

Even, some well-known painters don't get one a painting a year.

This is only painted by himself, and there are very few that have been circulated on the market.

Now it's good for Mo Bai, Nima, who just sold a painting for 50 million that day, and turned around and said that he wanted to paint another one.

Nima, what are you doing here, what are you doing here?

"I'm so inspired right now. ”

Mo Bai replied to Lu Zhongxing.

"Don't mind...... Mr. Mo Bai, suppress your inspiration and suppress ...... A good painter is not able to paint at all times. Be good at organizing your inspirations. You know, it's not so easy to turn an idea into a painting, and it's never too late to think about it before you start writing. ”

Lu Zhongxing was really panicked.

He's meowing, Lao Tzu just bought your painting, and you'll paint another one in the blink of an eye.

Well, in the future, this Chinese cabbage will not appreciate in value, I am afraid that after today, the price will drop by half immediately.

It's the rhythm to vomit blood.

"Mr. Lu, my inspiration is so creative. I'm afraid that if I don't paint now, I won't be able to grasp this inspiration tomorrow. ”

"Mr. Mo Bai, think twice before you act. ”

"I've thought twice. ”

"Mr. Mo Bai, you won't joke with me, do you, do you really want to paint?"

"Yes. ”

"Okay. Can I say one last word?"

"Yes. ”

"I'll give you a lung. ”

After speaking, Lu Zhongxing directly canceled the shutdown of Mo Bai. At this moment, he was already mad at Mo Bai.

"I'm afraid that Boss Lu will shed tears at this moment. ”

"No, Mo Bai is the rhythm of trapping Teacher Lu to death. ”

"God, Mo Bai, your pit doesn't pay for your life. ”

"Therefore, collecting is risky, and investment needs to be cautious. ”

The onlookers on the side, how could they have seen such a divine turn.

Countless people laughed so much that tears came out.

"Alas, Boss Lu is really anxious. ”

Seeing that Lu Zhongxing scolded himself, Mo Bai just smiled.

How could he not know the truth that scarcity is precious?

It's just that Lu Zhongxing doesn't know how terrifying Mo Bai's next painting should be.

Although this painting has not yet been painted, Mo Bai can already see it.

When this painting was born, the previous cabbage would definitely skyrocket in value.

As for the reason.

No other......

Because Mo Bai's next painting was Xu Beihong's "Eight Horses" in his previous life.