Ren Kun did not refute his words. Sheng's paintings were indeed worthy of such an evaluation.
The other painters gathered around after hearing this.
They looked at Qin Sheng's paintings and couldn't help but nod their heads. Their expressions were amazing.
The staff of the art exhibition introduced: "This is Miss Qin Sheng's painting. She was also the top scorer in the last national college entrance examination. She is the same age as Qin Churou. In addition, her teacher is Mr. Lu Zhongguo. Now Miss Qin Sheng's painting, It can already be sold for tens of millions of dollars."
There were many foreigners who came to see the painting. They didn't know Qin Sheng before.
Hearing the staff's introduction, they couldn't help but sigh, "An eighteen-year-old girl can actually compare to us old painters in our fifties and sixties. She is really powerful and a genius!"
"I used to think that Qin Churou was very good at painting such a painting at this age. I didn't expect that when compared with Qin Sheng, she would be reduced to dust."
"It seems that Qin Churou still needs to work hard, but in a short time, he will not be able to catch up with Qin Sheng. He is worthy of being Mr. Lu's student!"
If there were no comparison with Qin Sheng's paintings, they would think Qin Churou was excellent.
But this time, they were praising Qin Sheng's paintings, and since they were the same age, they couldn't help but comment on Qin Churou's paintings.
Of course, I am very picky about Qin Churou's paintings.
The smile on Qin Churou's face froze, and her fists hanging by her sides were clenched so tightly that her nails were almost embedded in her flesh.
My heart is filled with hatred.
It’s Qin Sheng again!
Without Qin Sheng, what she would enjoy would be praise instead of these disparages.
Qin Sheng stood next to Qin Churou and chuckled: "I'm sorry, my painting is better than yours, and it's not as bad as you said."
Qin Churou turned around and glared at Qin Sheng, "Qin Sheng, don't be proud, one day I will step on your head!"
Qin Sheng smiled and said, "I hope you can have this day."
Five minutes have passed here, and there are still many people standing in front of Qin Sheng's painting.
Compared with Qin Churou's side, it seemed very deserted.
A collector couldn't help but ask: "I wonder what the price of Miss Qin Sheng's painting is?"
Qin Sheng can draw such excellent paintings at such a young age, let alone in the future.
This collector can already imagine the price of the painting in the future. He is afraid that he will not buy it even if it does not cost hundreds of millions.
It would be better to buy the painting as soon as possible while Qin Sheng's reputation is not very high, and keep it until its value increases.
There were quite a few people at the scene who had this idea.
The staff member replied: "The starting price is 10 million, the one with the highest price will get it."
The collector immediately said: "I will pay 30 million."
Soon, someone followed, "Forty million."
"Fifty million."
"Seventy million."
Another shouted, "Eighty million."
Many people are bidding on the price. They feel that Qin Sheng's painting is indeed worth so much. They can only make a profit by collecting this painting.
Eighty million, this price is very high.
The last bidder originally thought that no one would compete with him anymore, but unexpectedly, the original collector gritted his teeth and said, "I will pay 100 million to buy this painting."
After the words fell, the surrounding area became quiet.
Qin Sheng's paintings are indeed perfect, but there are very few paintings worth hundreds of millions of dollars, and they are all made by very famous painters who spent a lot of effort.
This 100 million is much more realistic considering Qin Sheng's current fame.
(End of chapter)