"Huh? But I've bought it, and now it's mine, and I have the right to dispose of it, don't I? Chen Yifan glanced at him and asked with a smile.

"You are blaspheming art, I want to call on the calligraphy and painting circles around the world to ban you!" Ingle blushed and scolded with a thick neck.

"Please!" Chen Yifan raised his hand and shrugged.

The corners of Ingle's mouth twitched, and he was about to take his painting back with force.

"Hey, you're a famous painter, robbing the streets, aren't you?" Chen Yifan frowned.

"You're a malicious blow! Just because I said a few words about you who have never seen the world and are proud of your talents? Ingle retorted.

"You think too much, I really want to take a picture of your painting to see what the paintings of famous painters are like, to open my eyes."

"But after a closer look, it seems that this is the case, I have lost interest in it, can't I sell it?" Chen Yifan pouted.

"My paintings are worth millions! You only sell 3 yuan, and you are clearly insulting me! Ingle scolded angrily and swung a punch at Chen Yifan.

Chen Yifan's eyes darkened: "It's not good to do it." ”

"People who think it's worth it, naturally spend millions to buy it, just ...... I don't think I've met anyone like that yet. ”

"Besides, the value of art is not determined by money. Even if I sell it for three dollars, people who believe it is worth millions will treat it with the attitude of being worth millions. ”

Inger didn't listen to Chen Yifan's explanation, and angrily reprimanded: "If my painting is only worth three pieces, your painting will be worthless!" ”

"Good! Then I have no problem with you buying my paintings, giving them away, throwing them away, or stuffing them in the trash. Chen Yifan shrugged and replied.

"......" Ingle clenched his fists and couldn't speak.

500 million! He can't afford it!

At this moment, Chen Yifan's mobile phone rang, Chen Yifan took out his mobile phone and looked at it, his eyes were a little weird, wasn't it?

Is there really someone who bought all his paintings and threw them away in the trash?

"These three paintings are sent to you, goodbye!" Chen Yifan directly picked up the other two paintings on the ground, stuffed them with the previous one to the old man in the tunic suit, put away his stall signboard and turned around and walked towards the exhibition hall.

"You! I ......" Inger looked at Chen Yifan who was leaving, and then looked at the old man who was holding his painting with a confused face, and didn't know for a moment whether to chase Chen Yifan or get back his three paintings.

"What a wonderful flower this is!" The old man in the tunic muttered.

What kind of words go up to the gods, and go down to the town, he naturally doesn't believe it.

After seeing Chen Yifan's operation, he could only smile helplessly, looking at the three paintings he received in his hand, with a strange expression.

"Thirty million! Sell me these three paintings! Ingle almost gritted his teeth and said to the old man in the tunic holding the painting.

His paintings are worth so much!

The old man in the tunic was startled.

"Thirty million? These paintings are worth 30 million?"

"Do you think it's worth it?" Ingle was instantly ignited, jumped to his feet and scolded angrily.

"Ahem! Value! Value! The old man in the tunic looked at a few paintings in his hand and coughed dryly.

He just passed by, earning 30 million for nothing, and the fool said it was not worth it.

……

Chen Yifan came to the lounge mentioned in the text message on his mobile phone, and saw two Westerners, a man and a woman, waiting here.

"You're the one who bought my paintings?" Chen Yifan asked them with his arms crossed.

It was these two people who spent a lot of money to buy his paintings, and they also named him to see him.

"Poof!" To Chen Yifan's surprise, when the two saw him, they knelt down instantly.

Chen Yifan was stunned, walked into the room, and sat down.

"What, we have no relatives and no reason, so you don't have to make such a big gift when you see me, right?"

"Even if you are moved by my exquisite painting skills, according to the rules of our Huaxia, there is no need to make such a big gift......"

"Please take us as an apprentice!" Ignoring Chen Yifan's inconsequential words, the two of them kowtowed to him and said sincerely in Chinese.

With a bang, Chen Yifan wondered if he had knocked a hole in the floor.

"......" Chen Yifan paused, this time he was really speechless.

Who are these two golden retrievers? Kowtow to people at every turn, and apprentice, do we know each other?

"Do you know me?" Chen Yifan asked with a strange expression.

"Of course! You are the Grim Reaper of the East! Among them, the blonde man replied.

“…… Okay, so who are you?" I really know, Chen Yifan wondered, could it be that his prestige has spread all over the world?

"My name is Wilson, the son of Poseidon and the mortal Golia."

"I'm Kim Millie, Athena's daughter."

The two of them lowered their heads, hesitated, and replied.

This answer made Chen Yifan even more surprised, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes, and unconsciously played with the wrench of the head of the Chen family in his hand.

"It's not small! Since your parents are all famous immortals in the West, what are you looking for me?" Chen Yifan raised Erlang's legs and asked.

The two looked at each other, but did not answer for a while.

"Olympus...... Something went wrong. For a long time, Wilson whispered.

"Huh?" Chen Yifan raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Hades lured the son of the sun god Apollo to steal Zeus's lightning staff, Mount Olympus was occupied by demons, and the gods were lost to the world.

"When Hades completely occupies Mount Olympus, as the lord of the Western Hell, he will not let go of the Eastern Hell." Seeing that Chen Yifan was unmoved, Jin Millie glanced at him and reminded.

"Underworld! Thank you! Chen Yifan corrected, not as surprised as Kim Millie expected, just rhythmically tapping his fingers on the table.

"I don't accept apprentices, especially Westerners, who are too talented." After a while, Chen Yifan glanced at the two of them, and Shi Shiran said.

"You ......" Jin Millie glared at Chen Yifan angrily and was about to get up, but was grabbed by Wilson and shook his head at her.

They had inquired about the strength of the Lord of Eastern Hell and originally wanted to cooperate with him, but through the information they inquired about, they themselves rejected their original plan.

There was no way he could agree.

That's why there is now a teacher.

It is said that Oriental people attach great importance to the relationship between master and apprentice.

Between master and apprentice, it is like father and son.

But unexpectedly, as soon as they came, they lowered their posture, and Chen Yifan still didn't say anything.

Even so, Wilson grabbed Kim Millie.

It is really unwise to anger Chen Yifan, if they die, the last flame of hope of Olympus will also be extinguished.

"Boom!" At that moment, there was a muffled sound in the room, and a large cloud of flames burst out of the air, and two devils with piercing screams attacked Wilson and Kim Millie with their flames.

Chen Yifan's eyes froze, and he looked at the two devils: "Presumptuous!" ”