Curator Luo Luo looked at Master Xingluo in surprise.

"Mr. Lin? He is the Lin Xiao you said earlier? ”

Master Luo nodded and said, "Yes, it's him." ”

Victor and David also looked at Master Luo in surprise.

He also knows Lin Xiao? Or when Lin Xiao is an idol?

Their boss is famous!

Director Luo Luo likes Yanguo martial arts, which can not only strengthen the body, but also protect his family.

Because of physical reasons, the army's fighting skills require strong physical support, and Roman Luo can't learn it, but Yanguo Kung Fu in Chinatown can.

He had seen Master Luo's kung fu with his own eyes, and he had no problem dealing with five or six young people with his bare hands.

This is also why Luo Man Luo respects Master Luo so much.

Director Luo Man Luo saw that Master Luo had come forward and said that even if he was trading at a loss, he had to agree.

"Okay, just a 10% management fee."

At this time, after carefully considering Rosen's proposal, Lin Xiao agreed to exhibit it for auction.

"Then it's decided, there is a Mid-Autumn Festival auction tonight, the hall is divided into one percent, we sign a contract and go through the formalities."

Director Luo Luo naturally agreed, and immediately asked the staff to prepare the contract and prepare to sign a contract with Lin Xiao.

And Victor, David, Lawson and others are all business owners, and immediately followed the staff to frame Lin Xiao's calligraphy and send it to the exhibition hall as soon as possible to see what the effect looks like.

If the effect is good and the reaction is strong, then Lin Xiao will definitely make a lot of money.

Fame, money, status, and so on will follow.

Being able to make a name for himself in the War Hall is definitely a dream of masters from all over the world, just like having their oil paintings collected by the Louvre.

If Lin Xiao's fame spreads, then he will become the youngest master in the history of the War Guild.

What is this concept?

If there really is such a day, Victor and the others will feel that their faces are bright.

When everyone was busy, Lin Xiao and Master Luo just had the opportunity to be alone.

Master Luo humbly said to Lin Xiao, "Thank you, Mr. Lin showed mercy last time." ”

The ancients said, there must be my teacher in a threesome, Lin Xiao's ability is greater than himself, although Master Luo is greater than Lin Xiao, it is not an exaggeration to call Lin Xiao Mr.

Because of Lin Xiao, Master Luo really wanted to go back to Yanguo to have a look and feel the changes in the motherland.

Lin Xiao also had no ill will towards Master Luo, and at that time he was angry, and they forgot about their ancestors.

"President Wan suggested that we change our nationality so that we can live a better life abroad and the education of our children."

"Mr. Lin, in fact, I am reluctant, but you don't live in this country, you don't know."

"Of course, I don't expect Mr. Lin to understand when I say this, after all, I really changed my nationality."

Master Luo said a little helpless, if it weren't for the forced helplessness, who would want to leave their homeland and go to the ocean to come to this strange place.

Lin Xiao was noncommittal, didn't say anything, just nodded.

Master Luo took out an invitation card from his pocket and said: "The Mid-Autumn Festival in Chinatown is very lively, lion dance, drama, martial arts performances, lanterns, etc., are all traditional cultural customs of Yanguo. ”

He admired Lin Xiao very much, especially after reading his writing, which was inspiring and carried forward the national prestige of Yanguo.

Abroad, there are too few such young people.

Master Luo was also angry when he saw the Yanguo exhibits in the guild hall, but he didn't know what to do, so he thought of asking Director Luo Luo to remove all the exhibits.

Who knew that Director Roman Luo did not have this power.

Master Luo had no other better way, but Lin Xiao actually thought of this method to warn the world.

This effect is more meaningful and educational than simply removing the exhibits.

Thinking about myself, I'm really old.

At this moment, in the master exhibition hall, Count Mufeng walked slowly to the exhibition with a pipe in his mouth and a special black cane, his eyes kept looking at those master-level works.

Earl Mufeng is a collector who loves collecting, and is also a well-known local collector, also known as the most critical investor.

He is very fond of collecting new art.

In his view, a work of art with a soul does not necessarily need the precipitation of years, the key lies in whether the creator of the artwork can make the artwork have a soul.

The old earl, who has been trained in art appreciation for decades, has developed a pair of sharp eyes, and at a glance he can identify whether the art has the value of collecting.

It is precisely because of his good eyesight that he has made a lot of money in the collection industry, and the most successful collection is that he only spent 100,000 meters to collect artworks, and five years later, someone invested 3 million meters to buy it from him.

This has always been something he talks about.

He has been coming to the museum since the morning, and he comes to the museum almost every day to see if there are any new artworks.

Another way of saying it is "picking up leaks", although all the works of masters are displayed here, but the styles of different masters are different, and the collection value is also different.

The price of a good work is too high, and it is difficult to make a new breakthrough in the price in a short period of time, that is, there is not much profit margin.

Only those exhibits that have just appeared, not many people know about them, but they are full of charm, Count Mufeng will make a move, and when the master becomes famous, the collection in his hand will naturally rise with the tide and get a rich report.

At this moment, Count Mu Feng had already turned around the guild hall, and shook his head a little disappointedly, these newly exhibited works did not satisfy him.

"I'm afraid it's been in vain again today." Count Woodwind sighed.

Earl Mufeng had long been accustomed to this situation, if he could "pick up the leaks" every day, wouldn't he become the richest man in the world?

To play with collecting is to play with a good mindset.

Just as Earl Mufeng was about to leave, the three young men, under the leadership of the staff, carefully removed a framed calligraphy and painting and displayed it next to the Yanguo artwork of the special period.

"New artwork?"

Earl Mufeng stopped and waited with interest, what kind of artwork was placed in the antique-level cultural relics exhibition area.

He's wasted so much time anyway, and he doesn't mind waiting a little longer, maybe this new thing will be a good thing?

The staff stood next to her, a wry smile flashed on her face, and she was also surprised, what is this thing, it is actually listed in the master-level exhibition hall, and it must be placed next to antique-level art.

This was arranged by the curator himself, and she didn't know the specifics.