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Chapter 163 Your Oil Painting Is Even Better Than Chinese Painting?

Just when everyone was shocked and praised Yang Xiaofan's paintings, an artist came to him and said sincerely:

"Mr. Yang, I would like to purchase this painting of yours in my own name. I am willing to pay 500 million US dollars. You can see if you can."

500 million U.S. dollars, if converted into Ruanmei coins, has actually greatly exceeded 2000 million. This price, compared with Yang Xiaofan's domestic price, is quite worthy.

However, this painting, and those paintings, cannot be compared.

Those paintings are far less vivid than this one.

Those were all drawn by Yang Xiaofan when he was a grand master, and the current painting was drawn by Yang Xiaofan when he was at the holy level.

Therefore, the price of this painting is far higher than that of that painting.

Sure enough, before Yang Xiaofan could speak, another artist stood up and said:
"Mr. Toll, this painting is so exquisite that its collection significance is far greater than ordinary paintings. And you are only willing to give Mr. Yang Xiaofan 500 million US dollars, don't you think it's too stingy?"

After finishing speaking, the other party smiled at Yang Xiaofan and said:

"Mr. Yang, I am willing to pay 600 million US dollars. Would you like to sell this painting to me?"

Just as the voice fell, another voice shouted from the crowd.

"Is 600 million a lot? I'll offer 700 million dollars."

"I offered $800 million."

"I offered $900 million."

Everyone competed with each other for bids, and finally came up with a full $1000 million.

This price, converted into domestic soft sister coins, can reach more than 6000 million.

All in all, the price is okay.

At this time, no one continued to bid.

On the one hand, it is because of the price, on the other hand, it is because of the traditional Chinese painting.

No matter how good the Chinese painting is, no matter how good Yang Xiaofan's painting is, they always love oil painting.

This is like a problem engraved in the genes, which cannot be solved by good painting.

But, on the other hand, Yang Xiaofan's Chinese painting can be sold for 1000 million US dollars among Westerners, which is considered very good.

Who else has this level?

Smith congratulated with joy and said:

"Mr. Yang, congratulations. A painting has sold for 7000 million US dollars. Such a transaction price is difficult to present even in the oil painting world. However, thank you very much for today's exchange meeting , added these colors. Especially let us see the charm of traditional Chinese painting."

Yang Xiaofan's expression was very calm.

"I feel rather regretful. To be honest, if this Chinese painting were placed in our country, it might be sold for a price of 1000 million dollars, and someone would buy it. But here, it can only be sold for 6000 million dollars. Converted into our soft sister currency, it is only about [-] million."

Smith couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"There is no way to do this. You have to know that although we are all artists, due to cultural reasons, the market value of oil paintings in our West is higher. If the one you painted just now is an oil painting, don't say It’s $1000 million, even if it’s $2000 million, I’ll take it.”

"Oh, are you serious?"

Smith froze for a moment, then nodded again.

"Of course, I don't need to lie about this yet."

"Okay! Then I'll draw an oil painting and see if you really don't lie."

Mr. Chen was startled, immediately grabbed Yang Xiaofan's arm, and whispered:
"Xiaofan, what are you messing around with? There are so many people here, if you can't get up there to draw, won't you be laughed at? At that time, all of our Dongfang's face will be completely lost by you. "

The reason why Mr. Chen asked Yang Xiaofan to come was for the face of the entire Dongfang.

Now if Yang Xiaofan brags and goes up to paint oil paintings, but the result is not good, wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss?

He would never believe that Yang Xiaofan could also paint oil paintings. Although both are paintings, oil paintings and traditional Chinese paintings are two completely different things.

If both of them have reached the level of Yang Xiaofan's traditional Chinese painting, it will take two hours to study.

At this time, a stick artist took the opportunity and couldn't help but mocked:
"Mr. Chen, since Mr. Yang wants to go up and paint, you let him paint. What do you mean by blocking us like this? Don't you want us to have a good communication?"

Chen Laoqi's face was livid, this group of damn sticks like to provoke trouble the most.

At this time, Yang Xiaofan was smiling, patted his hand lightly, and gave him a confident look.

"Don't worry, old Chen, if I didn't have these two brushes, I wouldn't have said such a thing. Don't they despise our traditional Chinese paintings? That's fine, then I will use the oil paintings they like to harvest Their money! Moreover, I have to reap a lot of money."

Yang Xiaofan thought about expanding the market to the beautiful country and the whole west.

Because there are collectors in the East, the number must be on the line after all.

There are more collectors in the West, and they are also richer.

In addition, earning money from compatriots in China is not so enjoyable. It is far less enjoyable than earning money from these people.

"But Xiaofan, if you can't draw well, it's not about making money, but about embarrassing yourself!"

Old Chen was still very worried.

After all, Yang Xiaofan and him, tonight, represented Dongfang to participate in the Art Exchange.

Yang Xiaofan gave him another smile.

"Don't worry, if I embarrass the nation, you will chop off my head and use it as a chamber pot."

As he spoke, he went straight up, asked someone to change a pair of painting tools, and started painting again.

This time, Yang Xiaofan's painting level is even more fierce.

If the landscape painting just now was just done casually, then at this moment, Yang Xiaofan is going to show his real skills.

He painted several western classics,
There is God who created man, Jesus' Last Supper, and Athena, the goddess of wisdom.

He made more than ten pieces of various classic paintings in a row.

And when he started to draw the first painting, the eyes of the audience were attracted.

"Oh Maiga, my God! His oil paintings are so good!?"

"This level is really the most advanced level in the world today, even I feel ashamed!"

Smith touched his head, his whole body began to tremble with excitement.

"My God, I saw God! He must be God!"

Among all the people, only Lao Chen, whose face was twitching constantly, was so ugly that he died.

"This brat, his oil paintings are actually better than Chinese paintings? Does he still want to live?"

I can paint in two styles at the same time, and each of them is top-notch.

This guy, does he have double time to study?
(End of this chapter)