Xia Han always maintained a proper smile, and even his expression never changed: "Thank you for your kindness, but don't worry, as an oil painter, I will be famous all over the world, but not in this way." ”

'Black Crow' is a person with eyes, and when he saw that the atmosphere between Xia Han and 'Ye Luo Crow' was not right, he immediately changed the topic: "Yu Han, look at this little brother, he is the hot search figure of this year's forum, 'Hanmo', come, Hanmo, say hello to the seniors." ”

As soon as Xia Han heard the name "Hanmo", he remembered that he was the boy who sent him an email to help him evaluate and evaluate, and couldn't help but look at him twice.

The boy in his early twenties was white and pure, and when he heard the 'black crow' praise him in such a tone, his face immediately turned red, and he stumbled and said to Xia Han: "Senior, I am, I am a newcomer, don't, don't bully me......"

The crowd burst into laughter.

The reception lady soon brought someone else in, and when the 'black crow' saw that a newcomer had come in, she immediately greeted her warmly and started a new round of introduction......

Xia Han found a corner and sat down, waiting for the opening at half past ten.

There were more and more people in the lounge, including many oil painters who were very popular on the forum, and everyone greeted each other, chatting and laughing, and Xia Han's eyes swept through the crowd one by one, but the "baroque" was never seen.

Five minutes before half past ten, the reception lady sent a list to each person, which included in detail the information of the entrepreneurs and successful people who came today, including their preferred oil painting style, so that the oil painters could find customers to recommend their works.

Holding the list in her hand, Xia Han put it down after only a glance, a huge sour feeling surged in her heart, she suddenly felt that her current behavior was really cheap, just like the prostitute standing at the door of the Qinglou in the TV series, humble and pitiful.

At half past ten, the exchange meeting officially began, under the guidance of the reception lady, Xia Han found the exhibition location of her work "The Wind", stood quietly next to it and waited, looking at the brightly dressed men and women who poured in from the door, she subconsciously lowered her head, her face was a little feverish, and she felt a little embarrassed.

Batches of people came and walked next to her, her works have always been unattended, she raised her eyes and swept around, and found that the most popular ones were "Ye Luo Wu Cry" and "Nebula Purple Dew", "Ye Luo Wu Cry" This time the work shown is his unrestrained style as always, a ****, a mature woman with a beautiful shape, long hair draped from her shoulders, the chest of Yi = Yi Chun = light is not exposed, a thin silk scarf is draped on the shoulder, still holding the pipa and half covering the face, the whole painting is lifelike, The sense of charm that came to the face was almost revealed from the paper, several middle-aged men stood in front of the painting, unabashedly commenting, and finally bought by a bald middle-aged man, probably at a new high, "Ye Luowu" smiled from ear to ear......

And the work of "Nebula Purple Dew" on the side is a very intentional landscape pastoral picture, the style is fresh, pleasing to the eye, at a glance you know what the author wants to express, a middle-aged woman held her husband for a while and bought it.

Half an hour later, many people in the venue had already taken off the paintings, some were elated, some sighed, and the reception lady was too busy to pay for the bill, and the transactions were completed.

Xia Han glanced at the "sound of the wind" behind him, it had been hanging here for thirty-four minutes, and except for an old man who was over half a hundred years old who came to see it, basically no one noticed it the rest of the time.