Master Li Xian couldn't help but say: "Young talents, young talents." "

Zhang Mad glanced at it and said very sincerely: "Mr. Zhao, it is very dangerous for you to poke your head out of the window like this, it is easy to fall down and be half-paralyzed, so sit down." "

The most important thing is that he leaned out. blocked all his sight, and he was naturally unhappy. This is the box he paid to book.

A trace of embarrassment flashed on Zhao Song's face, but he looked at Li Xian and said, "Master, it's so fateful to meet each other, why don't we sit together?"

Li Xian looked at Zhang Madness, and Zhang Madness nodded casually: "It doesn't matter. "

Zhao Song was overjoyed, walked over from the box next door, pulled a chair and sat down.

"I heard that Miss Hua has also handed over the painting here, and it must be able to sell it for a good price. Zhao Songyi sat down and gently stroked the artist's favorite hair. Said with a smile.

When Master Li Xian heard this, his face changed.

"Mr. Zhao, my paintings are just being sent for exhibition. Not for sale. Blossom explained.

Zhao Song looked puzzled and said, "Why don't you sell it?" Isn't our painter's painting just to increase popularity through price?"

Zhao Song looked at his own painting below, and his eyes burned a little. He had already expected that his painting would be sold for at least a few hundred thousand yuan.

Without money, what kind of art to talk about?

He paints for money, for more and more money! He wants to be famous for money!

I heard that a master of Chinese painting like Master Li Xian is tens of millions of his paintings.

A trace of disdain flashed on Hua Rui's face, and she said lightly, "Really?"

Art is stained with copper stench, and that's not good.

Zhao Song looked at the crowd below and couldn't help but say, "With so many people coming today, I don't know how much my paintings can sell?"

Zhang laughed wildly: "I think, it's a little difficult. "

These people are all here for the portrait of the God of Wealth, not for his Zhao Song's paintings.

Zhao Song glanced at Zhang Qiang coldly, and he didn't care in his heart.

How is this possible?

With so many people coming, there are always one or two blind people, right?

Besides, this painting is the best he's painted in the last year!

The crowd around me was full of appreciation, but it was ...... Nobody buys it!

Zhao Song was a little dumbfounded, what is the situation?

No one buys it?

The scene is either a rich businessman or a cultural person, and the rich businessman has money, but they don't take it out. Cultural people want to buy it but don't have the money.

After waiting for dozens of seconds, someone finally paid for it, but it was only more than 10,000.

This is much worse than what Zhao Song conceived!

How can this work?

Before Zhao Song came. But if he swears that he can sell it for a good price, if more than 10,000 yuan is sold, where will his face go?

Zhao Song felt a little strange in his heart, in the past, no matter how bad the paintings in this art exhibition were, they could sell for more than 100,000 yuan, right?

Zhao Song couldn't help but fall into a state of self-denial, could it be that he painted too badly?

No way?

Zhang Qiang chuckled on the side, that group of rich businessmen can hold the portrait of the God of Wealth with money. How can you waste a penny on this?

Zhao Song heard the arrogant chuckle, and his face suddenly became a little unbearable. What's so funny?!

Zhao Song couldn't help but say arrogantly: "Zhang Shao, right? What do you think of my paintings? Are you a little interested?"

This madness is sitting with Master Li Xian, maybe he can give a little face?

Zhang shook his head and said, "I'm just a layman. If I don't buy a painting, I'll take a look. "

Zhao Song suddenly couldn't sit still, and looked around at the boxes.

Master Li Xian had already seen it in his eyes, and he reminded in a slightly cold voice: "Xiao Zhao, art should not be mixed with money. "

Zhao Song looked back, a little embarrassed. Nobody buys ......

He seemed to be able to imagine what he would be laughed at when he went back.

But no one cared. Soon it was changed to the next one. Soon the "Meditation" was put up, and the stamen's face was flushed, and she couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Zhang laughed sarcastically: "Why don't I buy it?"

Hua Rui said angrily: "What to buy? I just took it out for exhibition, what do you know? This is called freehand! What does it have to do with you?"

Hua Rui always felt that Zhang was laughing at her, and her brother was painted as a four-like, and a little like him.

Zhao Song listened in his ears. The light in his eyes flickered slightly. It sounds like this is a little rich, right? Why didn't you want to help him just now and save face? Zhao Song felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

It was at this time that there was a knock on the door of the box.

Everyone was stunned. Will anyone else come at this time?

Wang Sheshe immediately went to open the door, and saw a man who looked like a servant walking in, kneeling in front of the arrogance. said: "Zhang Shao, we Deng Shao always feel that something is wrong with our body, and we have a rash today." You can let him go......"

Deng Changjiang felt that this was no longer his psychological effect, he actually had a rash, and it seemed that he still had back pain. Isn't this the crooked magic that Insolence has cast on him?

The more I think about it, the more I think it's true!