As soon as he heard tens of millions, Zhou Yang was stunned, and his eyes were full of light, and Cao Zhengqi's face turned pale.

"Tens of millions, mainly because this immortal master is a hermit master, unknown in the calligraphy and painting world, and the people who can afford it are actually collectors, few can know how to paint like you and Master Shen, in fact, his real value ......"

"Don't say anything, take the painting and walk quickly. Zhou Yang turned around, tens of millions, he gave away tens of millions at once, although the old man said that this painting could not be sold, but if he really sold the old man, he could still kill him.

"This ...... Master, you?"

"Hurry up, take advantage of the fact that I have no regrets and disappear in front of me. Zhou Yang said loudly.

"Regret ......"

Shen Chongshan immediately hugged the painting, secretly thinking that Zhou Yang didn't even know the value of the painting.

"Let's go!"

Shen Chongshan said a word, then pulled Shen Mengqi and trotted towards the entrance of the village.

"It's a big loss, it's a big loss. ”

Zhou Yang was heartbroken, 10 million, how many cucumbers does he have to sell to sell for so much money.

"By the way, I remember when I was a child, the old man also taught me to draw a similar painting, and that is also very valuable. ”

Thinking of this, Zhou Yang immediately rummaged through the cabinets and found it, and really found the painting.

"It seems that Principal Xiao's medical expenses have been settled. ”

Smiling, Zhou Yang took the mineral water bottle to the mountain to fill the spiritual spring for seven days, and then poured half a bottle of the Four Seasons Fruit.

After the last time the spirit spring was watered, the Four Seasons Fruit obviously ripen faster, and Zhou Yang estimated that he would be able to eat this magical spirit fruit in a month at most.

The next day, Zhou Yang rushed to the city.

It took him more than two hours before he finally found out about a place where he could sell his paintings.

That's the calligraphy and painting shop.

The calligraphy and painting shop is generally a place where famous artists hold art exhibitions, but they can also sell paintings.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Zhou Yang wore some old short-sleeved pants to the calligraphy and painting shop.

"There are quite a lot of people, so I guess someone is holding an art exhibition, so it's good that the more people there are, the more my paintings can be sold for a higher price. ”

With the painting, Zhou Yang confidently walked towards the calligraphy and painting line full of artistic atmosphere.

"Hello everyone, today our calligraphy and painting firm is honored to host Mr. Han's art exhibition, the people who come here are experts in the field of calligraphy and painting, the collection of experts, I don't think I need to introduce Mr. Han who is. In the exhibition center, a beautiful woman in a cheongsam was enthusiastically speaking the opening remarks.

Teacher Han......

Zhou Yang frowned, how did he feel a little familiar.

After a while, the opening remarks ended, and everyone began to look around at the paintings on the wall, and their eyes swept over Zhou Yang with a hint of doubt.

"Yo, that's not ...... Isn't this a small peasant, what are you doing here?"

Suddenly, a mocking voice sounded behind Zhou Yang, and when he looked back, he found that the person who spoke was Han Qingshu.

Beside Han Qingshu, Cheng Feng'er held Han Qingshu's hand as always, and looked at Zhou Yang with some playfulness.

"Zhou Yang, this is an art exhibition, what are you doing here, and you are still dressed like this, it is simply insulting. Cheng Fenger said.

Soon, everyone who visited also gathered around and pointed at Zhou Yang.

"yes, I've come here in such a raunchy way, I don't take art seriously. ”

"Don't you want food, why don't you give him some money to let him go. ”

Hearing everyone's ridicule, Han Qingshu showed joy: "Little farmer, do you hear, what kind of people go to what kind of place, this is my father's art exhibition, you who deal with the soil every day, let's leave." ”

"Zhou Yang, do you hear me, turtles are not welcome here. Cheng Fenger scolded.

Zhou Yang didn't care and just said: "Isn't this a calligraphy and painting shop, I'm here to sell paintings." ”

"Sell paintings, poof......"

Han Qingshu couldn't help laughing: "You, what do you say you want to do? Sell paintings, you also want to sell paintings, it won't be the Spring Palace picture left by your ancestors, haha......"

The people around couldn't help laughing.

"What happened?"

At this time, a middle-aged man walked over.

"Father, this little farmer wants to come and sell paintings. Han Qingshu said with a smile.

"Selling paintings?"

Han Qingshu's father, Han Song, walked up to Zhou Yang suspiciously: "Show me your paintings." ”

Zhou Yang frowned, thought about it and opened the painting.

Han Song shook his head and said, "Don't enter the stream, let's go." ”

"Don't go into the stream!"

Zhou Yang was a little unhappy, the old man's paintings were immortal paintings, and his own paintings were not in the stream?

"You said that my paintings are not in the stream, I think your paintings are average, and you are embarrassed to sell this kind of garbage?" Zhou Yang looked up at the paintings on the wall.

"What did you say?"

"Little peasant, you are arrogant, dare to say that this painting of my father is rubbish?"

"Zhou Yang, you are in trouble, my uncle's teacher is Master Shen, a master of Chinese painting. ”

The three of them said one sentence per person, especially Cheng Fenger, who looked at schadenfreude.

"I'm sorry, I'm not saying that this painting of yours is rubbish, I'm saying that the painting you painted is all rubbish. Zhou Yang said disdainfully.

It's all rubbish!

"Guard, security guard, get this beggar out for me, get it out. Han Song said angrily.

"What does it look like to be noisy?"

At this time, two people came down from upstairs.

Shen Chongshan and Cao Zhengqi.

"Teacher, Elder Cao. Han Song bowed to Shen Chongshan and Cao Zhengqi, and said, "It's a little beggar who came here to make trouble, and I'm about to let people send it away." ”

"Little beggar, little beggar also made such a big noise, it's not like words. ”

Shen Chongshan scolded, walked around the stairs and walked to the exhibition center, just met Zhou Yang's eyes, and was blindfolded.

"Teacher, you don't have to be angry, I'll blow him away right away. After Han Song finished speaking, he glanced at the security guards who rushed in.

"Presumptuous!"

At this time, only Cao Zhengqi shouted, and several security guards retreated out of the door in horror.

"Old Cao, who are you?" Han Song wondered.

"Komatsu, listen to my uncle, don't mix in the calligraphy and painting world in the future. Cao Zheng patted Han Song's shoulder earnestly, making Han Song's heart tremble.

What kind of person is Cao Zhengqi, the founder of Zhengyi Calligraphy and Painting Company, a master-level calligraphy and painting appraiser, and one of the nine branch presidents of the Huaxia Calligraphy and Painting Association.

"Cao Lao, teacher, I ......"

Before Han Songhua finished speaking, he was dumbfounded, only to see that his teacher, Master Shen, a master of Chinese painting, actually bowed to the little beggar in front of him, and it was also his usual salute to Shen Chongshan.

Master and apprentice ceremony!

"Han Song, the fate of you and I as master and apprentice has ended, don't sell paintings under my sign in the future. Shen Chongshan didn't reply.

"Teacher, are you ...... Why do you ......" Han Song's heart was cold, but he couldn't figure it out.

"Okay, stop playing with these fictitious things, see how much my painting is worth, I need a sum of money urgently. Zhou Yang was a little impatient.

"Okay, Master Zhou, you wait a minute. Cao Sheng bent down to take Zhou Yang's painting and admired it with Cao Lao.

Master Zhou!

Three words, whitening everyone's faces, Han Song finally knew what he had done wrong, it turned out that this little beggar was the master in Cao Zhengqi's eyes.

was called a master by a character like Cao Zhengqi, and his own master also performed a master-apprentice ceremony on him......

Han Song took a few steps back, he knew that he was finished, completely finished.

His paintings are not very good, and they can be sold entirely because of Shen Chongshan's reputation, but now without Shen Chongshan, I am afraid that his paintings will not be able to sell a single one in the future.

"How is it possible, how can he be a master, impossible. Han Qingshu kept shaking his head, the last time at the dinner party of the Xia family, he left early because of shame, he didn't see Zhou Yang's painting, although he had heard some rumors, but he didn't believe that it was Zhou Yang at all.

But now, the facts are in front of him, and he can't accept it.

He ...... Is it really that Zhou Yang?"

Cheng Feng'er was also full of disbelief, on the stage of the village, Zhou Yang's Xun moved everyone to extinguish Han Qingshu's guitar and there was no scum left, and in the martial arts competition, Han Qingshu was also defeated with one move, and he lost a defeat.

I thought that was all there was to it, at least Han Qingshu had a good father.

But now, even Han Qingshu's father has been compared to Zhou Yang, and even Master Shen is polite to Zhou Yang.

At this moment, she suddenly had the feeling of losing the watermelon and picking up the sesame seeds.

"Master Zhou, it is difficult to determine the specific price of your painting, but at least it is above one million, but I am personally willing to pay two million to buy it. Cao Zheng laughed angrily.

Million!