The old cat looked at Mu Yao in surprise, and couldn't believe his ears, this was actually painted by Mu Yao.

She looked much smaller than Ming Zhao, how could she have such an ability to draw such a majestic painting.

She uses thick ink to outline the lines, light ink to set off the background, and uses light color rendering to bring this landscape painting to life.

The mountain path follows the stone steps and hides it under the clouds......

She handles all the small details very well, whether it is a small bridge and flowing water, a rocky rock wall, or even a fish in the water, you can see pieces of fish scales under a magnifying glass.

That's why the old cat is so surprised.

Even with the Ming Zhao I saw before, the same is true!

The photos taken by the mobile phone can only be seen approximately, and at that time, Ming Zhao only knew that this painting was very good, but it was not as shocking as what he saw with his own eyes at this time.

The mountain, stretching and stretching, stands majestically.

Water, trickling.

Mingzhao can even feel that this painting is priceless.

"Why don't you have your private seal on it?" After reading it, the old cat asked with some curiosity.

"It's too late." Mu Yao replied with a smile, she has been busy with exams recently, where do you sometimes think about this, and painting is also a temporary decision.

"Do you sell this painting?" The old cat asked suddenly.

Once this painting is in the world, he doesn't dare to cause much turmoil, but he is afraid that those collectors will buy it and definitely sell it for a high price.

He is a businessman, and his natural interests come first.

"Don't sell it, give it away." Mu Yao shook her head, but thinking of the old cat's reaction when she just saw this painting, she asked tentatively, "How much can this painting sell for?" ”

The old cat was slightly stunned, it seems that this is a chance!

"The market price." The old cat stretched out two fingers at Mu Yao.

"Two thousand?" Mu Yao blinked and asked uncertainly.

The old cat was almost shocked by Mu Yao's answer, "Girl, you have so little confidence in your paintings?" ”

Mu Yao shook her head, although she has painted a lot, she really hasn't sold them, and when she was in the heavenly realm, she was the god of wealth, she didn't need to make a living by selling paintings, she was a rich immortal.

"I haven't sold paintings before, so I don't know." Mu Yao expressed truthfully.

The old cat thought about it, how could she be a little girl?

"Two million, how about you sell me this painting?" The old cat really wants it, and it is not a problem to stir it up and flip it a few times after his stir-frying.

Mu Yao's eyes lit up, two million! That's a lot of money.

Her New Year's money was only two million from surviving to last year, and now a painting can be sold for two million, for Mu Yao, who is now poor, she seems to see her own wealth, is it okay if painting is too simple?

It only took her more than three hours to paint this landscape painting, and three or four paintings a day are not a problem!

"Old cat, are you bullying her for not understanding the market?" Ming Zhao couldn't stand it, he could see that Mu Yao was a little moved.

And from Mu Yao's expression, Ming Zhao found out for the first time that Mu Yao was still a fan of small wealth.

Is he poor?

When the old cat heard this, he laughed, "Ming Shao, how dare I!" If she is well-known, this painting is naturally more valuable, but isn't she unaware of it? That's a lot more than market capitalization. ”

Mingzhao knows that new painters have not survived for a few years, and they really don't have so much money.

"If you put this painting in your shop, do you think there will be fewer people who want it?"