"Xiao Luo, you can go. Zhou Yan said.

Luo Zhuo withdrew his foot to enter the study, closed the door of the study with his hand, and was about to walk towards Zhou Yan, when suddenly he thought of something and stopped.

"Xiao Luo, what are you doing, go quickly. Zhou Yan had already carried his schoolbag, saw Luo Zhuo stunned there, and said.

"Zhou Yan, last time at Zhu Siwei's auction, that painting of Huang Binhong was auctioned by you. Luo Zhuo said.

Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment, not knowing why Luo Zhuo asked about this, "I entrusted Sixth Brother Zhu to auction it, what's wrong?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the painting sold for six million. Luo Zhuo continued.

"You're not mistaken, is there anything wrong?" Zhou Yan said suspiciously, she didn't know Luo Zhuo well, she didn't know Luo Zhuo well, and she was very puzzled by his move.

"So, a painting can be worth a lot of money?" said Luo Zhuo, and there seemed to be a light in his eyes.

"That's not necessarily, my painting is the authentic work of Master Huang in his later years, and other paintings may not be worth this price, if you and I paint a painting, it is estimated that it will not be sold for 600 yuan. Zhou Yan pursed his lips and said.

"Not necessarily. Luo Zhuo smiled, he had been thinking about the wrong place, he had been thinking about opening the storage space, and there were gold antiques in it that could be exchanged for money, but he forgot that he was a treasure trove.

"Don't be in a hurry to leave, Zhou Yan, lend me your study. Luo Zhuo said.

"Use it, what are you going to do?" Zhou Yan was a little confused.

Luo Zhuo smiled without saying a word, directly pushed open the door of the study, and walked to the desk.

Laying paper, grinding ink, and taking the pen, the movements are like flowing water, chic and elegant, Zhou Yan was dumbfounded, Luo Zhuo's pen and ink had fallen on the paper.

Zhou Yan never thought that the man who was immersed in his work was really so charming, what Luo Zhuo was writing and painting Zhou Yan didn't notice at all, he had been shocked by Luo Zhuo's strange temperament.

"That's it!" But after ten minutes, Luo Zhuo put down the pen and said with a smile.

Zhou Yan came back to his senses suddenly, her pretty face turned into a red apple, and she secretly blamed herself in her heart: "Zhou Yan, Zhou Yan, what are you thinking, this is your good friend's boyfriend!"

"How much do you think my painting is worth?" Luo Zhuo's voice called Zhou Yan back.

Zhou Yan then remembered to see what Luo Zhuo had drawn, and as soon as she lowered her head, she opened her mouth wide again, her eyes widened, and her small mouth was round, Luo Zhuo also had to admit that this was a cute girl who wanted to be a dead girl.

If she hadn't seen the birth of this painting with her own eyes, Zhou Yan would not have believed it, the painting in front of her was very familiar to her, it was the landscape painting of Huang Binhong that she had just sold recently!

That painting had been hanging in her house for many years, and she had seen it countless times, but the painting in front of her, except for the ink, had not dried at all, and she couldn't see the difference at all.

Luo Zhuo is not too proud, he is a Mahayana monk, and his control of the body is definitely not something that ordinary people can imagine, but it is to control the pen to imitate a painting, which is not difficult for Luo Zhuo, you know, with his control of strength, it is not a joke to castrate a fly with a sword.

"Don't be in a daze, do you think I can sell this painting for some money?" Luo Zhuo urged.

Zhou Yan raised his little hand, exaggeratedly pressed his chin back, and said, "You wait, I'll make a call." ”

As she spoke, she took out her mobile phone and walked over, muttering: "Spicy block, you mother, what a hell!"

Zhou Yan didn't come back after half a minute of this call, and after coming back, he didn't talk to Luo Zhuo, he kept wandering around the desk, as if he wanted to see through the painting!

More than half an hour later, the doorbell rang, Zhou Yan rushed out to open the door as soon as possible, and after a while, he walked in with an old man who was a little grateful.

"You girl, a phone call called me in a hurry and didn't say anything. The old man grumbled as he walked.

"Oh, you won't complain later, I'll show you something!" Zhou Yan said, she was obviously very familiar with the old man, and she spoke politely at all.

"Well, there's a young man here, what is your name, young man?" said with a smile when he saw Luo Zhuo as soon as he entered the study.

"His name is Luo Zhuo, he is not looking for you to see him, he is not a thing, you look at the paintings on the table!" Zhou Yan said.

A black line appeared on Luo Zhuo's head, what is this called, what does it mean that I am not a thing?

Na looked at Luo Zhuo nodded, then looked down, it didn't matter, he threw himself directly on the table, his movements were not like an old man, and his face was about to be pasted on the rice paper.

"You bought this painting again? I said don't sell it, don't sell it, but you just won't listen! If it weren't for the fact that this painting is too expensive, I would have the cheekiness to ask your grandfather to come down even if I can't afford it!" the old man muttered as he looked at the painting carefully.

"If you take a closer look, there is a reason why I sell paintings, and you don't know what my grandfather told me. Zhou Yan said.

looked silent for a while, and said: "Then you can also sell other paintings, Mr. Huang is a half-teacher to me, and I really haven't been able to treasure even a pair of his old man's posthumous works!"

"Your good luck is here, this painting is sold for you, and the price is whatever you want!" Zhou Yan said, winking at Luo Zhuo with a naughty face.

"Are you serious?" The old man looked surprised, and then became a little distressed: "I heard that this painting sold for more than six million, my old man can't take advantage of you, where can I make up six million?"

The old man's brows furrowed, looking inexplicably happy.

"Don't need six million, one million, you old man can pay it back. Zhou Yan smiled treacherously.

"I've got a million. The old man said, immediately turned his head, looked at Zhou Yan, and said: "Something is wrong, you girl is dead, why are you suddenly so kind, last time I paid three million, you insisted on taking it to auction, it's weird." The old man had a wary look on his face.

"What weirdness can there be, the painting is right in front of you, one hand to pay and the other hand to deliver, I can still lie to you, this painting is not fake. Zhou Yan said with a straight face, even Luo Zhuo was going to be deceived by her performance.

"That's right, I'm very familiar with Huang Shi's brushstrokes, other people's paintings are not easy to say, Huang Shi's paintings, you little profiteer, can't fool me. The old man said confidently.

"Your old man's eyes are like torches, take the money, one million, this painting is yours. Zhou Yan spread out his palms and said.

"My old man can still be without your money. The old man rolled his eyes and said, looking down at the painting again.

Zhou Yan gave Luo Zhuo a successful look, with a look of great expression. Luo Zhuo could only give a thumbs up.

"No," said the old man suddenly, "why is this painting not framed? This is not an original, it is a fake!"

He said with certainty that he had seen that painting many times, but this painting was only painted on rice paper, and it had not been framed at all! Without waiting for Zhou Yan and Luo Zhuo to speak, he muttered to himself: "Impossible, it is obviously Huang Shi's brushstrokes, I absolutely can't be wrong." ”

"Grandpa Dong, you personally said that you wanted to buy a painting, but you can't go back. Zhou Yan hugged the old man's arm and said.

"Of course I won't go back, you can't sell it to me!" said the old man.

"Old man, Zhou Yan was joking just now, this painting is just my graffiti work, it's not worth a million, if you like it, just give some money and take it." Luo Zhuo smiled and said, a gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way, this old man is not a rich and noble person at first glance, how could Luo Zhuo use a fake painting to deceive him of his life savings.

"Why did you debunk it so quickly!" Zhou Yan glared at Luo Zhuo and said, "I just want to see if I can deceive Grandpa Dong, and I won't really ask for his money, it's really boring!"