Hearing his firm tone, Cheng Xiyue was speechless for a while.
"Are you so sure?"
Even for professionals, it is inevitable that there will be times when you are wrong.
However, Lu Huai was extremely affirmative.
Lu Huai raised his eyebrows slightly:
"Um."
He has seen each of her paintings countless times, almost imprinted on his heart, how could he be wrong.
Cheng Xiyue originally wanted to refute a few words, but then he thought that this man had really put a lot of thought into those paintings in the past few years, so it seemed quite normal to say that.
"All right, since it's fake, you don't have to go this time."
As Cheng Xiyue said, he was about to hang up the phone.
Lu Huai said:
"go."
Cheng Xiyue was startled: "What? Didn't you just say that their picture is fake? Then why go there?"
Lu Huai and Feng Mou slightly narrowed:
"It's fake, so I want to go."
Early in the morning, many people came to a gallery.
Today is the first day of the art exhibition, and many people come here admiringly.
Sheng Ruxue and Shang Wenwen walked in together.
Shang Wenwen asked:
"Ru Xue, you should be the youngest painter in this gallery exhibition, right?"
Sheng Ruxue thought for a while and said:
"I don't know too well. There are more than 30 paintings on display this time, and I don't know some painters well."
"I guess it must be." Shang Wenwen's tone was affirmative, "Who doesn't know that the threshold for a gallery is extremely high? Many people paint for a lifetime, and they may not be able to meet this standard! I have read the catalog before, so many bosses! You are only ten years old this year. Nine, to be selected into a gallery with these people, how amazing it is!"
Sheng Ruxue laughed:
"I don't really care about this, I just think this time is indeed a rare opportunity."
As she spoke, she also looked to both sides and took a light breath.
"There are indeed a lot of seniors that I respect very much. Regardless of whether my paintings can be successfully photographed or not, I am already very happy to be exhibited together with their paintings."
Shang Wenwen "tsk".
"Why do you have so little confidence in yourself? Being selected is already enough to prove your excellence! By the way, what did Teacher Wang Yan say?"
Sheng Ruxue's cheeks were slightly red.
"Teacher Wang Yan is very happy."
Shang Wenwen suddenly said:
"Hey, isn't that Teacher Wang Yan? Those next to me seem to be teachers from the Academy of Fine Arts too?"
Sheng Ruxue looked in the direction she pointed, and sure enough, she saw a group of people coming from the corridor on the other side.
In addition to Wang Yan and other teachers, there are a few people who are not very familiar with them.
Sheng Ruxue nodded:
"Yes, the one in the middle wearing an embroidered suit seems to be the person in charge of a gallery."
Shang Wenwen understands.
"I remembered, Yitang Gallery and the National Painting Association have always cooperated, right? And our academy too."
They are all in the same circle, and of course they all know each other.
In addition to teaching at Xijing Academy of Fine Arts, Wang Yan and the others also held positions in the National Painting Association.
Today seems to be invited.
"Ru Xue, do you want to say hello?" Shang Wenwen asked.
Sheng Ruxue thought for a moment, then shook her head.
"Forget it, master and the others are busy with business right now, we are not suitable for the past."
"Too."
The two walked forward, and saw a mature and elegant middle-aged woman standing in front of a painting asking for a price.
"Whose painting is that, someone interested in bidding so soon?"
Shang Wenwen was a little curious and took two quick steps forward.
However, when she saw the artist's name next to the painting, her expression froze.
"Who is it?"
Sheng Ruxue followed while asking.
Then, she also saw the name.
"Seventeenth Night"
- the shadow of a tree.
Both fell silent.
No wonder.
Among today's painters, the shadow of the tree is definitely one of the best.
No wonder people wanted to buy it so quickly.
At the same time, they also heard the introduction of the gallery staff—four million.
And that's just the starting price.
At this moment, another old gentleman who looked like he was in his fifties came over and also wanted to buy this painting.
When there are multiple interested buyers for a painting, of course the one with the highest price wins.
Sheng Ruxue glanced to the side.
Her paintings are hung not far away, and occasionally people stop to look at them, but so far, no one has asked for a price.
In fact, it's not just her.
The other paintings displayed in the gallery are not as good as the "Seventeenth Night" in the shadow of the tree.
The middle-aged lady and the old gentleman have already started to increase their prices, obviously both are determined to win this painting.
The quotation rose rapidly and soon exceeded 4.5 million.
Many people noticed the situation here and looked at it one after another.
If it can be successfully auctioned, this will be the first painting sold in this exhibition.
And judging from this trend, it is sure to be able to fetch a high price, which is a real good start.
The joy and excitement on the faces of the staff almost overflowed.
The higher the transaction price, the higher the commission for their gallery, and of course he is happy that he can pay more bonuses with him.
Finally, the old man's price reached 4.8 million.
This is already an astonishing amount.
A bit of hesitation appeared on the face of the middle-aged lady, but she finally chose to give up.
"never mind."
Only then did the old man laugh, looking at the painting with satisfied eyes.
The staff smiled earnestly:
"Mr. Zhou, congratulations."
The old gentleman asked: "The contract is signed upstairs, right?"
"Yes, your side please—"
"etc."
Before the staff finished speaking, they heard a clear and pleasant female voice.
Everyone looked back.
Shang Wenwen frowned and said in a low voice:
"Ning Li? Why is she here?"
Sheng Ruxue shook her head.
Ning Li came straight here and stopped in front of the painting.
Her eyes swept across the top, and then looked at the old gentleman.
"Don't buy this painting."
The old man looked blank: "Why?"
Ning Li said softly:
"Because the painting—is fake."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked!
The face of the staff member immediately changed, and he took a step forward and said sharply:
"Miss, please be careful with what you say!"
At the art exhibition, openly saying that a painting is fake, isn't this intentional to find trouble!
It's late, don't wait.
(end of this chapter)