59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

In order to prevent Zhang Haixing from being too idle, Chen Feng went to the commission store and bought three flower stands.

If you can't play the piano, learn painting.

“Are you sure you want to buy it?”

The person who commissioned the store is still the round-faced girl who looks like Fish Leong.

"Correct."

Chen Feng touched the easel and found it was covered in dust.

This commissioned store has several warehouses, and the things in this warehouse cannot be sold.

Such as easel, paintbrush, etc.

When the new society was established, the elite class of the Republic of China who lived a petty-bourgeois life fell or fled, and the remaining ones fell into difficult living situations. All the toys of those literary young ladies were sold to consignment shops.

But in recent years, eating has become a problem, and Western literature and art has become a sunset art.

"Comrade, I want to buy three sets. Please give me a better price."

The salesperson thought for a moment and said without thinking, "I'll ask the director. We're going to burn all these things."

"Okay, thank you comrade." Chen Feng said with a smile.

The salespeople of this era are still better. They won't raise prices or cheat people just for commissions. Those in later generations, for personal income, will still cheat even if they know the goods have quality problems.

He paid a lot of IQ tax because of Xuegao.

Of course, compared to his beautiful, rich and white friends who spend hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars on bags, that is nothing.

After waiting for a while in the moldy warehouse, the salesperson came trotting over.

"The director said that if you want an easel, you can just give me 10 cents as a token of appreciation, but you can't give me ink and brushes. You have to sell them at % of the purchase price."

Chen Feng looked at this super honest salesman and nodded repeatedly.

I took out three sets of flower stands and bought several sets of ink, brushes, special paper for oil painting, etc.

Oil painting paper is different from rice paper and ordinary white paper. Chen Feng didn't know if there was any professional production in the country, so he simply relied on his wealth to buy all the oil painting paper in stock at the commissioned store in one go.

However, practicing with oil painting paper was too luxurious, so he bought some rice paper.

Xuan paper can also be used for oil painting, but it is a bit thin, so thicker oil painting paper is better.

"Are you a painter?" the salesperson asked curiously.

"Not yet. I'm still learning." Chen Feng replied.

"Would you like to buy some paintings? I have a batch of cheap oil paintings here."

Although the little round-faced salesperson is honest, he obviously has his own pursuit of creating performance.

Chen Feng had nothing to do, so he said, "Okay, let me see."

The salesman went to the warehouse again, brought back a dusty box, opened it and took out the rolled-up painting.

Chen Feng glanced at the signature: Chang Yu.

A very familiar name.

It took me a long time to figure out who the author of this oil painting was.

"Chinese Van Gogh"!

Chang Yu was the son of an entrepreneur in the Republic of China and was born into a wealthy family. However, his family business later went bankrupt due to the invasion of Japanese capital, and this rich young man who loved art fell from grace.

From a rich second generation, he became a cement worker.

Although Chang Yu was devoted to pursuing art, he remained unknown.

It was not until the 21st century that he was called the "Chinese Van Gogh".

Inexplicably, this artist, who lived a difficult life and had no money to buy a grave after his death, became wealthy after China began to become wealthy in the 90s.

The oil paintings that no one cared about and the faucets in the Summer Palace have become high-end works of art.

The West called him the "Matisse of the East", and his paintings began to flow from France to the East at astonishing prices.

As a result, Chang Yu became the first Chinese artist recognized by the international art world. He was sought after by the domestic art world and became a hall-of-fame figure in Chinese modern art.

A painting can be sold for hundreds of millions of yuan.

The hottest period of "Chang Yu fever" in the market was from 2019 to 2021. The top three market transaction prices of his works were all achieved during this period, and a single oil painting was easily sold for tens of millions of yuan.

It’s comparable to the faucet auction back then!

Countless coal bosses and real estate owners waved their money and bought internationally certified oil paintings by famous artists from the French and Taiwanese at high prices.

The artist is still alive in Paris and will die tragically in a few years.

The reason why Chen Feng knew this was because of the bragging of some real rich second-generation.

His father spent 100 million yuan in one go and bought three paintings to hang at home.

"how much is it?"

"Ten cents per piece!" the salesperson blurted out without even thinking.

"So cheap?" Chen Feng asked in surprise.

"This is an oil painting from the Republic of China period. It's ugly, unknown, and worthless. We sent it to Liulichang, but they refused to accept it." The salesperson complained honestly.

"They only like to collect porcelain, especially those from the imperial kilns of the Ming and Qing dynasties."

"Okay, I want them all!"

Chen Feng said this very generously.

"Great, thanks for helping us clear out our inventory."

The salesperson was very happy to see these slow-moving goods sold out.

Chen Feng was also very happy. He bought an oil painting that would be worth tens of millions in the future for one cent.

"I'll go to Paris sometime to help artists."

Tie the boxes, easel, etc. to the bicycle and return to Nanluoguxiang along the road.

Noting that there was no one around, he put the box into the space for storage.

These are most likely artworks that Chang Yu sold at low prices after his family fell into decline during the Republic of China period. It was only after Chang Yu became a god that they acquired great "artistic" value.

When he came back on his bike, he saw that the door to the main room was closed. Hu Bayi, Fatty Wang, Chen Hao, and Chen Li were lying at the door and eavesdropping.

Chen Feng pressed the bell.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

The four auspicious treasures turned their heads at the same time.

"Big brother (big pot)!"

"Come and help me carry the easel, ink, and brushes to the study."

Chen Li couldn't move the easel, so she just picked up a paintbrush.

"Is there a guest inside?" Chen Feng put the bicycle in front of the study door.

"No, Xu Damao came and said he couldn't do it again." Fatty Wang said with a sly grin.

Chen Feng glanced at him nonchalantly and said righteously, "Don't laugh at other people's pain. It is very immoral to build your own happiness on the suffering of others."

Xu Damao is not a good person, but he may become even more mentally abnormal in the future, overthrowing Li Huaide and becoming the director of the Red Star Wen Ge group.

After all, the combat effectiveness of a nine thousand year old has always been very strong.

Zhao Gao, Cao Zhengchun, Yu Huatian, etc., each of them is a top master.

"Brother, I get it. It's just the fat guy who likes to talk nonsense. I just gave Xu Damao some water to drink." Chen Hao sold Wang Kaixuan to the bottom without hesitation.

Chen Li took the paintbrush and scribbled on the rice paper.

This girl has great artistic talent and her sand painting is getting better and better.