The whole world thought I was poor

Of course, Wang Zhen knew that portrait pictures were worthless, especially his portrait pictures. He hadn't counted on the value of this painting.

After all, he didn't have the eyesight of Zhang Wuye, he could only see a general idea, but couldn't see the real high and low.

At this moment, I heard Zhang Wuye said that this painting is a master's handwriting, worth 8,000, but he was so happy.

After all, he bought this painting for only 500 yuan.

No loss at all, but a big profit.

Wang Zhen secretly regretted it. If he knew that this was a master handwriting, he shouldn't just buy one set. Buying ten paintings and buying a hundred paintings would definitely not lose.

"Wang Zhen, it's not cheap to ask the master to draw a portrait by himself."

Zhang Wuye squinted his eyes slightly, thinking that this was a bit weird, not to mention whether a small character like Wang Zhen could have the ability to ask a master to help him draw a portrait.

Just say Wang Zhen himself, he shouldn't ask the master to paint his portrait.

After all, the master himself, painting a picture is worth more than his portrait. As long as he is not stupid, he cannot paint his own portrait.

"It's not cheap, of course it's not cheap." Wang Zhen smiled.

Of course it is not cheap, but it cost him 500 oceans.

You can buy a master's handwriting for 500 yuan, and this kind of pie in the sky has been picked up by him.

Wang Zhen has not been a lucky person since he was a child, and this time he really hit his luck.

"There are only a handful of domestic ink painting masters, who are you looking for?" Zhang Wuye asked curiously.

As a collector of calligraphy, calligraphy and calligraphy, he naturally knows the rare master painters in China. There are only a few people who come and go. He is very curious who Wang Zhen can ask to help him paint.

After all, those who can become masters of painting skills are those with weird tempers and arrogant hearts. Asking them to paint is quite difficult.

Especially asking them to paint this kind of portrait painting, it is even more difficult.

This Wang Zhen doesn't look like a mountain or dew, but there is such a way?

Wang Zhen laughed and happily, but he didn't say anything, and did not answer Zhang Wuye's words.

"Fifth Lord, if you are busy, I won't bother you."

Wang Zhen arched his hands, and then left the room directly.

Lu Xiaohao is a master of painting, so naturally he will not tell Zhang Wuye stupidly.

This is his luck and chance. If you tell Zhang Wuye, then there is something wrong with Wang Zhen.

Zhang Wuye slightly squinted his eyes and looked at Wang Zhen's leaving back. He felt that he was here this time, strange, and seemed to hide him.

Zhang Wuye thought about it, but couldn't think of a reason, so he could only give up.

No matter how good he is, he probably would never have thought that a master painting artist would go to the streets to perform art, and it was precisely that Wang Zhen met him.

"Wang Zhen, this guy actually has this kind of connections. It seems that I will have to move around with him more in the future."

Zhang Wuye murmured to himself, it is not easy to ask a painting master to help him paint.

Based on this, he had to pay attention to it.

After all, there are no more than five masters of ink painting in China, and any one of them is a mobile cash cow.

...

On the small bridge, more and more people came to Lu Xiaohao to paint.

Of course, they are basically women, and there are very few men.

As for why Lu Xiaohao's paintings are so popular with women, of course it is not because of his superb painting skills. With the eyes of those women, there is no difference between master paintings and ordinary paintings.

What they really value is the most useless beautification function, and as a master of Yi Rongshu, Lu Xiaohao is naturally proficient in this point, unparalleled.

No matter what kind of woman, Lu Xiaohao can draw her delicately, looking very pleasing to the eye.

The most powerful thing is that she can be recognized at a glance, and she won't think it is someone else.

With this ability alone, Lu Xiaohao does not have to worry about not having a business on the street.

Qin Qinlan smiled and stood by Lu Xiaohao's side watching him paint, and saw that he was sweating profusely, holding a folding fan in his hand to fan him.

In just one hour, Lu Xiaohao drew more than 20 portraits, which are quite high-yielding and high-speed.

Wang Zhen ran back out of breath and stopped in front of the booth and said, "I have all the paintings of this little brother today. I want as many paintings as he wants, and you are all scattered."

The people around the booth were all stunned when they heard the words, and they all looked at Wang Zhen with some surprise.

He has all the paintings of the stall owner, so he can paint as much as he wants?

So proud!

500 yuan a piece is not a small amount. Whoever buys a painting will spend 500 yuan these years.

Don't say 500 yuan, it is estimated that many people are unwilling to pay for 50 yuan.

And the stall owner only draws portraits, what do you want so many portraits of yourself for?

Lu Xiaohao also glanced at Wang Zhen unexpectedly. He had an impression of this person and he had painted one before.

Wang Zhen smiled and said, "Little brother, you don't have to paint for others. I have rounded up your painting today. This will save you trouble."

"And there is no need to draw portraits. I want whatever you paint. As long as you paint, I want everything."

Everyone around was stunned when they heard the words, you want to paint anything you want?

In case the stall owner draws a picture of a chicken pecking rice, are you sure to spend 500 yuan to buy it?

Even if you have money, it's not such a squandering method.

Wang Zhen sneered in his heart, what do you people know.

With the master’s handwriting, even the least valuable portraits can be sold for 8,000 after they change hands, and they can be sold for dozens of times without losing their blood.

As for the other paintings of the masters, they are even more outrageous. The worst ones can be sold for tens of thousands. Some particularly good masters can even sell for millions of dollars.

If he can get a few high-level works of the master, he will probably not have to worry in his entire life.

500 yuan each?It is the same as the one picked from the ground.

Although Lu Xiaohao became a master of painting at such a young age, he was a little shocked and incredible.

But the world is so great that everything can happen.

Moreover, painting art really has nothing to do with age. Talent is far greater than hard work.

A talented person can become a master at a young age. For example, many ancient art artists were famous all over the world at a young age.

On the contrary, if there is no talent, even a lifetime to study and accomplish will be limited.

The downline is very low, but the upline is surprisingly high.

The highest level, without talent, will never be able to go up.

In Wang Zhen's view, he met a painter who is not well-known in the world. This is simply his great opportunity and opportunity.As long as he seizes this opportunity, he can fly into the sky.

Lu Xiaohao looked at Wang Zhen with interest, and shook his head slightly and said, "I'm sorry, I can only purchase one painting per person."

Wang Zhen was slightly taken aback when he heard the words. You can paint for so many people, so why did he limit the purchase of one picture in his turn?

"Little brother, I want whatever you paint. If you think the price is low, you can increase it a little bit."

Wang Zhen said a little anxiously, and he limited the purchase of one picture per person, so he was still playing a fart.

He now wants to get more master paintings before Lu Xiaohao is completely famous.

After Lu Xiaohao became famous in the future, he would take out these paintings again, and he would definitely be able to buy a good price.

In Wang Zhen's view, painting masters like Lu Xiaohao came to the street to perform art, and no one has discovered this gold mine.

He himself probably didn't know the value of his paintings, so he sold them cheaply on the streets.

In the future, he has become a highly anticipated master, and it will be difficult to get his paintings.

"Brother, how about 600 pictures? Add 100 for each picture."

Wang Zhen stretched out a finger, selling others only earns 500, selling himself can earn 100 more, he thinks Lu Xiaohao can agree.

However, Lu Xiaohao only glanced at him with a smile but didn't even answer the words.

Wang Zhen made a murmur in his heart, faintly feeling something wrong, could this young man see something?

its not right!

If he knew that his paintings were so valuable, how could he come to the street performers? He would definitely not know the value of his paintings before he came to the street performers.

Only oneself knows that this young boy's painting has a master level, and he deserves to miss it.

"Idiot, don't play around with your little cleverness, you are embarrassed."

There was a sudden sneer in the crowd.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhen's expression changed slightly and he looked back abruptly.

Sure enough, Zhang Wuye was pacing, with a sneer on his face and a little bit of amazement.

"Fifth Lord."

Wang Zhen said with an ugly face, he didn't expect Zhang Wuye to appear here.

Before he came here, he deliberately made a detour and made a big circle in the ancient town before coming over.

As a result, this old guy still followed.

Worthy of being a famous old fox, it's not easy to lie.

Why does Zhang Wuye appear here?

Of course, he followed Wang Zhen. Of course, he did not follow Wang Zhen himself, but sent someone to follow Wang Zhen. He came after he got the exact information.

Originally, Zhang Wuye didn't think there would be any gains from following Wang Zhen.

It was only with doubts in my heart that people followed me out of caution.

After all, Wang Zhen's behavior today is too weird and always makes him feel abnormal.

Moreover, Wang Zhen knew who he was, and he was unlikely to be able to let the master paint for him.

As a result, this trailing really allowed him to find out the root cause.

Good guy, it turned out to be a master painting artist doing street art. This is quite rare, and it is almost impossible even in China.

"Fifth Lord."

Wang Zhen stepped forward, saluted respectfully, and then smiled bitterly.

I'm a little clever, it's a shame to play.

Zhang Wuye glanced at Wang Zhen and said faintly: "How much does it exist to become a master of painting? Do you think you really don't know the value of your paintings, are you fooled by your little cleverness?"

Wang Zhen smiled bitterly when he heard the words, and was embarrassed.

At this moment, he also reacted. No wonder the young man in front of him would say that each person would limit the purchase of one painting and would no longer sell him the painting.

It turned out that he had already seen the purpose in his heart, and he had always been self-righteous.

It’s just that you know the value of your paintings so well, why do you want to do street art, and it’s still sold at a low price of 500 yuan, aren’t you sick?

Zhang Wuye paced forward. Although he was over sixty years old, his bones were very strong and he crowded many young people aside.

After taking the time, he glanced at the display picture hanging in front of the booth, and he was shocked at first glance.

nice!

He had never seen such a beautiful woman.

Of course, what he marveled at was not only the beauty of a woman, but someone who could paint the beauty of this woman.

Such a stunning picture of beauty, it is estimated that only real masters can paint her.

It's really amazing and shocking.

Although they are also portraits, these portraits are completely different from Wang Zhen's portrait.

Purely in terms of value and collection, it is not difficult for these display pictures to sell for a astronomical price of one million.

Even if he does this kind of business, he is very accurate, only high and not low.

If you make some gimmicks and hype, it is even possible to sell at a sky-high price of several million.

Zhang Wuye was a little surprised. Are these pictures drawn by this young man?

This is too incredible, too exaggerated...!

He was not as naive as Wang Zhen, and he would think that Lu Xiaohao was an invisible genius, not a famous master.

In this world, how could there be an invisible master, only fools would believe such things.

Zhang Wuye knows how difficult it is to become a master of painting art.

Otherwise, in China, as far as ink painting is concerned, there are only a few people who can be called masters, and there are no five fingers.

No matter how talented a person is, it takes a long time to settle before becoming a master.

Without decades of skills, coupled with unparalleled talent, it is impossible to become a master.

So after Zhang Wuye knew that the unknown painting master was a teenager, he was shocked in his heart.

"Little sir, my dear Zhang Wuqiao." Zhang Wuqiao stepped forward and smiled slightly.

He became a master of painting art at such a young age. He didn't dare to neglect such characters, so he didn't call his little brother or young man, he directly called him Mr.

With the achievements of this young man, he is completely worthy of being called a sir.

"Mr. Zhang, do you want to paint a portrait of yourself too?" Lu Xiaohao smiled.

"If the little gentleman is willing, then Zhang can't ask for it." Zhang Wuqiao smiled.

Asking a master artist to paint a portrait for himself is like an adventure.

"500 yuan a piece, no counter-offer." Lu Xiaohao pointed to the sign.

"Then please ask Mr. Zhang to help someone paint a picture."

Zhang Wuqiao clasped his fists slightly, very polite.

Lu Xiaohao is very simple, picking up a pen and splashing ink, and finishes a portrait in less than a minute.

Naturally, painting this kind of portrait does not require any skill and can be done easily.

"Okay, the painting is good! It's worthy of the master's handwriting." Zhang Wuqiao took his portrait and said in admiration.

"Since Mr. Zhang got the painting, please go back."

Lu Xiaohao saw that Zhang Wuqiao had no intention to leave, so he smiled.

He said that there is only one portrait for each person, and it is impossible to make an exception.

"Mr., those exhibits of yours, Mr. Zhang was shocked at first sight, is he willing to cut love?" Of course Zhang Wuqiao would not leave. Meeting such a magical young master is also an opportunity for him .

"The exhibits are not for sale." Lu Xiaohao shook his head slightly.

"Should I make a million one?" Zhang Wuqiao said.

Lu Xiaohao raised his head slightly in surprise. He turned out to be a rich man.

After hearing this, everyone around looked at Zhang Wuqiao in amazement.Buy a painting for a million... You are crazy!