I collect waste in heaven

Chapter 32 Master Zhao's Crazy Fan
People in the upper class like to look at paintings so much.

Su Yuxin invited Zhao Xin to see the painting exhibition, and Xu Mengyao also came to show him the painting.

Cultivate sentiment? !
It seems that those who come here are all successful people.

Think about it too.

If someone can't afford food and clothing, how can he still be in the mood to watch this?

"Xin Zhao, you can take a look."

"The paintings here are all created by everyone, which one you like, I will buy it and give it to you."

There was a smile in Xu Mengyao's eyes, and Xin Zhao tilted his head to look at the surrounding paintings.

"forget it."

"If only I liked drawing myself."

"You can still draw?!" Xu Mengyao said.

"You think, let me tell you, not only can I draw, but I can also draw very well." Zhao Xin said with a smile, "The paintings here are not as good as mine."

"It's really killing me laughing."

Suddenly, an untimely sneer burst out.

Xin Zhao tilted his head and looked over, and saw a few people who looked like students, they should be art students visiting the art exhibition.

"This man can really talk big, and he doesn't weigh himself."

"The paintings here are not as good as mine, pfft... I made me laugh."

"Are you talking about me?!" Xin Zhao said with a smile.

"It's you I'm talking about." The young man didn't hesitate, "You have to be moderate when you brag."

"The paintings here are not as good as yours. Do you think these paintings are children's graffiti?"

"This is an award-winning work!"

"To be honest, these paintings are no different from children's graffiti in my eyes." Xin Zhao said with a smile.

"May I ask how much your painting can sell?!" the young man asked.

"Young man, your thinking is wrong. Art is not measured by money." Zhao Dao said.

"You are right, but this is also the most intuitive way to reflect the value of art." The young man smiled, "May I ask how much your painting can sell for?"

"Three five million." Xin Zhao replied.

The young man was stunned for half a minute, and then he covered his belly and laughed.

"Pfft, you are really good at bragging. During this period of time, the one that has sold for millions is the "Mingyue Sijun Tu" by a mysterious master. This master finally sold it to Mr. Wu for 50."

"You know it too, to be honest, I drew it." Xin Zhao shrugged.

"Hahahaha!" The young man looked up and laughed, and then his eyes fell instantly, "I advise you to take back what you just said, "The Picture of the Bright Moon Thinking of the King" was created by the master, and it is not something you can wantonly insult."

"..."

Is this meeting a fan of worship? !
"Now this painting is in this exhibition. It is very likely that the mysterious master will also come. You'd better show some respect. I will definitely worship that master as my teacher. If it's because of you, I'll mess with it." Master is not happy, I can't spare you." The young man pointed his finger at Xin Zhao aggressively.

"What's your name?" Xin Zhao asked.

"Lu Hui!"

"wish you success."

Nodding and smiling at Lu Hui, Zhao Xin took Xu Mengyao and left.

Xin Zhao didn't expect it anyway.

One painting made him a master of mysticism.

He also has such a fanatical adoring fan, and he still has to learn from a teacher.

It seemed that Lu Hui was going to be disappointed.

Xin Zhao has no intention of accepting disciples at all.

"I also heard about the "Mingyue Sijun Picture" that that person just said." Not long after leaving Luhui's place, Xu Mengyao said, "I heard that this painting is still an impromptu creation."

"You know all this?" Zhao Xin said.

"Sure."

Xu Mengyao smiled.

"My grandpa loves painting. Suddenly there is news in our city that a painting worth millions has been sold. Of course I will know about it."

"I heard that very few people took pictures of that painting at that time."

"If there are many people, it is possible to break through tens of millions."

"It was the last painter, who in the end treated money like dung and sold it to Mr. Wu at a low price of 50. In fact, this price can already be regarded as a gift."

"I really don't know who the master who painted that picture was."

Xu Mengyao pursed her lips, as if she had imagined the appearance of that master in her mind.

"You want to know?" Zhao said.

"Sure." Xu Mengyao nodded, "Don't want a few million if you don't want it, and donate the painting to someone who understands painting. No matter who is such a person, they will be curious."

"Then you don't have to be curious, I drew it." Xin Zhao spread his hands.

"Okay, okay, you drew it."

There was a smile on Xu Mengyao's face, and looking at his expression, Zhao Xin knew that she definitely didn't believe it.

"By the way, the person just said that "The Picture of Missing the King on the Bright Moon" is here, let's go and take a look."

"Okay, let's go have a look."

In the most conspicuous position of the exhibition hall, the "Moon Moon Thoughts the King" created by Zhao Xin is placed there.

around the work.

There were many people around, including journalists and some art professionals engaged in painting.

"Wow, it's really beautiful."

"It just feels so bleak."

Xu Mengyao, who was standing outside, couldn't help whispering.

She was stunned when she saw it for the first time, and was hooked by Chang'e under the laurel tree in the picture scroll.

It is after the ultimate beauty.

It can even more strongly express her loneliness and loneliness.

"Actually, it's because I was too anxious to create." Xin Zhao looked at his own words and began to comment, "I should have drawn a person next to Chang'e, and then painted herself in the reflection, so that the feeling of loneliness would be reduced. Stronger."

"Hey, you're really right when you say that." Xu Mengyao's eyes lit up when she heard this.

"It's you again." At this moment, Lu Hui frowned and walked up, "You really think that this painting was painted by you, standing and commenting. How can you see the artistic conception of the master?" of."

Just then, Xin Zhao's phone vibrated.

He glanced at the caller ID.

"available."

"I'm at the art exhibition, in front of "The Bright Moon Thinking of You"."

"Okay, come on."

With a few simple words, Xin Zhao hung up the phone.

"Who, I thought it was Sun..." Xu Mengyao pursed her lips.

"Sun Yao." Xin Zhao replied with a shrug.

"Hey, no, you're too good at pretending." Lu Hui was quite angry at first, but when Zhao Xin said the opposite, he just laughed, "Sun Yao, do you know who Sun Yao is? , he called you? You still talk to him in that tone?!"

"What's wrong?" Xin Zhao was puzzled.

"Beauty, I advise you to change your boyfriend. He...I didn't mean to find trouble on purpose, he is too good at bragging." Lu Hui looked at Xu Mengyao and smiled, "And he said that "The Picture of the Moon Thinking of You" is him I did it, and said I knew Sun Yao, I really..."

"If he knows Mr. Sun, I'll wash my hair upside down! Live wash!"

"Brother Zhao!"

At this moment, Sun Yao hurried over.

When the people in the exhibition saw him, they couldn't help but exclaim.

"Sun Yao!"

"Mr. Sun!"

"Mr. Sun is here."

The reporter's flashing lights kept flashing, and Lu Hui watched helplessly as Sun Yao ran towards him and came straight in front of Xin Zhao.

"How about it, I borrowed your painting from Old Wu."

"Support the scene!"

(End of this chapter)