"You painted this painting?" the old man didn't care about Zhou Yan at all, but stared at Luo Zhuo and asked.

"Grandpa Dong, don't believe it, if you hadn't seen him draw it with your own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. Zhou Yan smiled proudly, as if the painting was painted by her.

"It can't be, it's impossible. The old man shook his head repeatedly. This old man's name is Dong Chengfang, is a highly respected figure in the calligraphy and painting industry, he has been immersed in calligraphy and painting all his life, this painting in front of him, he can't see any difference with the original, to say that it is a Taoist veteran imitation, he may still believe a little, but the young man in front of him looks about the same age as Zhou Yan, he absolutely does not believe that he can imitate such a painting, you must know that Chinese painting, generally have to accumulate age to paint a masterpiece, even the original author Huang Binhong is also old to form this style, even if it is a fraud, a young man less than twenty years old will never have this kind of fire。

"That's true. Grandpa Dong, don't believe me, I asked him to draw a picture for you on the spot. Zhou Yan smiled.

Luo Zhuo rolled his eyes and said that painting is painting, when he is a person, but who makes himself short of money now, as long as he can sell the painting, it doesn't matter if he paints another one.

"No need to draw. Dong Chengfang shook his head and said, "I'm old, I can't keep up with the times, I want this painting, girl, you send me to the bank, and I'll transfer it to you." ”

"I was joking with you just now, this painting is a fake, how can I sell it to you, so let's buy it and give it to your old man." Zhou Yan said.

"That's not good, even if it's fake, this painting is worth a million dollars, I bought it, little brother, you won't be too cheap, right?" Dong Chengfang's last sentence was said to Luo Zhuo, although he still didn't believe that this painting was painted by Luo Zhuo, but Zhou Yan also understood that he wouldn't make this kind of joke with him, so he was also very polite to Luo Zhuo, and people with ability can always win the respect of others.

"In that case, then make a deal. Luo Zhuo said with a smile, he just didn't want to cheat money, and now he has clearly told Dong Chengfang that this painting is fake, and he has to pay one million to buy a painting, so Luo Zhuo has no reason to push out the business, he is short of money, "The old gentleman is my first business, I am in a good mood today, buy one get one free, and give you another painting." ”

Luo Zhuo said, casually lifted the landscape painting imitating Huang Binhong, relaid a piece of rice paper, and picked up the brush.

As soon as he saw Luo Zhuo pick up the pen, Dong Chengfang consciously took a step back, so as not to disturb Luo Zhuo's painting, but his neck stretched forward, and he unconsciously wanted to see what Luo Zhuo wanted to draw.

Luo Zhuo thought about it for a while, he is actually not good at calligraphy and painting, the reason why he can paint paintings that make Dong Chengfang unable to distinguish between true and false is because he has the ability to never forget, and his own control of muscle strength is wonderful.

Holding the pen, Luo Zhuo thought for a while, the brush fell on the rice paper again, and as soon as the tip of the pen fell, his movements did not stop, endlessly, and Dong Chengfang was also stunned, except in the TV series, he had never seen any painter paint with such a speed.

With a few strokes, several peaks have already jumped on the paper, but at the beginning, Dong Chengfang and Zhou Yan still can't see what kind of painting Luo Zhuo is going to paint this time, but as soon as the connoisseur makes a move, Luo Zhuo's pen, the doubt in Dong Chengfang's heart disappears.

Luo Zhuo's movements are very fast, or hooks, or dragging, but in half an hour, a landscape map has been basically completed, the whole picture is a secluded scene in the deep mountains, the scenery is separated by clouds, divided into two parts, far and near. Close-up depicts a mountain stream trickling in from a dense forest in the distance. On both sides of the stream, the slopes and rocks are stacked, and the trees are forested, and the greenery is lush.

In the distance, the peaks and slopes are staggered, and the trees are vague. The stream winds its way through the woods around the hidden mountain houses. On both sides of the stream, the trees are luxuriant, and the branches and leaves are lush.

"This is the quiet picture of the Water Pavilion!" Dong Chengfang's hand trembled a little, he had seen the original work of this painting, and now it is collected in the Nanjing Museum, if the painting that has just come out in front of him is framed and then old, then even if the two paintings are placed together, Dong Chengfang can't tell which one is real and which one is fake.

Zhou Yan's eyes widened, as if he saw something incredible, his small mouth opened cutely, but he didn't say a word quietly.

"Two paintings, one million, Mr. Dong, you don't lose this deal. Luo Zhuo put down the pen, he knew that he might be able to sell more money if his painting was handed over to someone with a heart to operate as a genuine work, but he didn't have the patience, and he didn't want to do that kind of thing at a lower price, so it was good to sell it to this Dong Chengfang.

"No loss, no loss! Such a good thing, I wish to come once a day!" Dong Chengfang laughed and said, although he knew that it was a fake, but such a fine fake, let alone one million, even if it was two million or three million, it would not be a loss! Of course, he was not happy that he had saved a lot of money, but that he could get two famous paintings that were not inferior to the originals in the slightest, and he could appreciate them well.

Two hours later, Luo Zhuo, who was separated from Zhou Yan, did not go back to school directly, after the bank transfer, Luo Zhuo directly returned 500,000 yuan to Zhou Yan, Zhou Yan didn't know what he was thinking, he had been a little silent since Luo Zhuo's second painting was finished, accepted Luo Zhuo's 500,000, she drove Dong Chengfang back, and put Luo Zhuo down at the school gate.

After Zhou Yan left, Luo Zhuo walked north along the road, and now he has a huge amount of money of 500,000, yes, it is a huge amount of money for Luo Zhuo now, many things that he couldn't do before, he can start to do it, the first thing, Luo Zhuo is going to rent a house, there is no independent space, it is very inconvenient for him to practice, and he also needs to boil some drugs for cultivating martial arts by himself, and it is too inconvenient to live in the dormitory.

I found a real estate agent, it didn't take much effort Luo Zhuo rented a house, it is a small courtyard located in the alley, the yard is small with only three rooms, a living room in the middle, two bedrooms on the left and right, the house is very simple, there is basically nothing else in it except the bed, not even heating and air conditioning, but Luo Zhuo is very satisfied, living in a building is not conducive to his practice, this yard is relatively quiet, ordinary people will not go to the depths of this alley, the important thing is that there is a courtyard, he is very convenient for practicing martial arts, air conditioning and heating, he does not need it, so he didn't even pay back, on the spot at a price of more than 2,000 yuan per month directly rented for a yearThis price is already very expensive for a bungalow, and the landlord is naturally very happy. After giving the landlord a year's rent, the small yard was temporarily owned by Luo Zhuo.

After cleaning up a little, Luo Zhuo didn't even buy a quilt or go back to the dormitory to clean up, so he directly put on a posture and cultivated Zixiao Refining Form.

Luo Zhuo, who had long been accustomed to having strength in his body, didn't want to endure it for a moment in a state where he had almost no strength, not to mention that now there was a great avenue to heaven in front of him, if he didn't seize every minute to cultivate, it wouldn't be Luo Zhuo.

Luo Zhuo's practice, he didn't even notice that the mobile phone Wen Ya gave him was out of battery, and he forgot everything about the outside world, but he didn't know that he disappeared so silently, which once again caused a lot of movement among his friends, Wen Ya, Zhao Xiaonian and even Zhou Yan looked for him all over the world, and almost called the police again.