Of the 16 works on display, the remaining 84 were all sold out, except for the 76 that had been ordered in the previous few days.

With an average price of about 20,000 yuan per painting, the income of 1.68 million yuan told Lian En: This is true, not that he is dreaming.

But, isn't this too mysterious?

If it weren't for their parents, masters, and grandfathers, uncles, and uncles, they all denied it. Even Enn thought that the big guys were going to work together, and sent him this first exhibition to be a sensational success.

The surname is especially regretful, because he appreciates his talent and works, and wants to do his best for poor students. So throwing more than a million or something, why does this reason sound so?

And I can't say why, Lian En just can't be happy at all.

is only full of worries, for fear that this sudden local tyrant buyer will bring an uproar to his happy and peaceful life.

Although I feel that my apprentices are overflowing with talent, they are good at painting at a young age, and their character is even better. It's not uncommon to attract a discerning collector who will fall in love with his work and take pride in collecting it.

But if the baby apprentice is so nervous, of course he, who is a master, must find out clearly.

Let's see who this local tyrant who spends two million dollars is sacred, and whether he buys all the paintings of his apprentices on display at the Beijing Station so generously out of genuine liking.

"What? didn't you find it?" Feng Ju glared, and even the Northeast dialect came out in excitement: "Just like you, Old Man Wu still dares to blow you into an experienced old criminal detective?" Hey, I'm really not afraid of the wind flashing his old tongue!"

The police officer surnamed Liang, who was sent by the old chief to help Feng Ju, had a black face: "Lack of ability is my problem, and please Mr. Feng, you will keep your mouth shut, don't make our old chief a person." ”

"Hey, in front of that old man, I dare to smoke him like this, do you believe it? Forget it, you don't understand the feelings of mutual support and mutual help between us. Just now, I was also angry and impatient, and I talked about this. You're just like me, tell me about the situation as it is, and at least let me know what the situation is. Looking at the other party's boxy and angular face, the corners are the corners and the color that is smooth to the bottom of the pot, Feng Ju also knows that this must be a person who eats soft and not hard.

He still has to follow the baby apprentice to the next Shanghai market, and he doesn't have time to spend this time with him!

Quickly apologize, and it is true to know the first-hand information.

Seeing that his attitude had softened, Officer Liang, who had been instructed by the most respected old chief, naturally told Fengju everything he had found out about it.

"I regret it, Hong Kong and Macao compatriots, the age is unknown, the appearance is unknown, and the gender should be male. I deeply love the traditional culture of our republic, and I feel that Lian En's painting skills are good and spirituality is collectible. I also thanked him for volunteering to use 30% of the income from this exhibition to fund the education of out-of-school children in poor areas, so he bought 84 paintings in one go and spent 1.68 million yuan?"

Well, it's either that you regret that there is a hole in your brain, or that there is a hole in this special matter!

It is true that his son is not small, and his painting skills are also excellent.

But it didn't get to the point where people were asked to buy radish and cabbage, and the whole thing was round, right?

That's 1,680,000!

This is quite unusual for 10,000 households, and the house is only a few hundred yuan per square meter at the end of the eighties!

Prices are serious and lovely, money is especially valuable in the years, and people especially regard diligence and thrift as a virtue.

No matter how rich you are, no matter how rare you are, you can buy a few paintings as a collection, and you can't get to the point where you can pack all the leftovers.

After all, Lian En is only in his early twenties at this time, and his painting career has just begun.

There are many works in the future, and the level will naturally go to the next level with the accumulation of time and experience.

It's too early to collect or something.

"No, the waste dim sum surnamed Liang was busy chattering for two or three days before he found out such an idea. It's a pity that we have to move to the Shanghai market, otherwise we have to ask Old Man Wu to work hard and find out the reason!" Feng Ju gritted his teeth, looking very unwilling.

"Alright, don't worry. Let's respond to all changes with the same, I believe that the fox will show its tail sooner or later!

But don't swoop to fly. Let's still sleep on the train, I'd rather be safe later!" Lian Shan frowned, although he felt a little crazy with his flash.

But there are some things that have to be guarded against, right?

In case a neurotic thinks that his eldest son's painting skills are so good that they cry for ghosts, they buy most of his paintings as much as possible. And artificially smash him to cause a little accident, so that the paintings he bought will become a great sound!

Regardless of whether this matter is feasible or not, the left and right mountains are absolutely infinitely raising their own vigilance, and trying not to let their wives and children encounter the slightest danger.

Lao Yang, who didn't get his magical brain circuit, but was fed up with airsickness, nodded again and again.

Quickly asked Wu Liguo to arrange for someone to buy five sleeper tickets to Shanghai, and waited to go early and return early, so that Lian En's art exhibition was a complete success, and he hurried to Liujia Village. Chenchen asked him to help keep an eye on the factory, he had to do his best not to disappoint his apprentice.

With the sensational news that all 16 paintings in Beijing were sold out, the exhibition in Shanghai was also quite successful.

The same one hundred and sixty works were booked in three days, and a full one hundred and two were booked.

At the end of the last day, the remaining 36 were bought by a repentant signatory for the same reason.

This time, Feng Ju and Lian En's master and apprentice paid several times more attention to the sale, and their response was extremely fast.

It's a pity that it was only a beautiful young woman about thirty years old, who claimed to be Mr. You's secretary.

"In the two art exhibitions, I bought 120 paintings by someone and spent more than 2.4 million yuan. Raising love like this, Lian Mou is grateful and extremely frightened and curious, I wonder if it is inconvenient for this secretary to help introduce her?" Lian En's eyes were like falcons, and he locked on to the secretary who called herself Luna, trying not to miss the slightest change in her expression.

"That's right, Miss Luna. Not only my apprentice, but I am also a very good painter! Mr. Wutong is definitely a hotter existence in the art world than this fledgling boy.

If Mr. You really likes Chinese painting and is willing to collect Chinese painting, my work should also be able to enter his eyes!" Feng Ju longed for his face, and vividly interpreted himself into a lewd guy who even had to step on his apprentice in order to get a ride on the high-priced painting car.

Actually, of course, this one wants to take the opportunity to probe the bottom of this repentant and see where he is sacred!