I'm an almighty star

Chapter 689 Eight Horses

"Damn it, did someone really buy it?"

"Which rich man?"

"You are rich."

When they saw that a painting on a certain treasure was actually sold, all the onlookers were completely dumbfounded.

It's just that Mo Bai, who has not been paying attention to a certain treasure, doesn't know about this.

After waiting for a while and finding that no one bought it, Mo Bai called Principal Wang.

"Mo Bai, is something wrong?"

"Principal Wang, I can't call you if I have nothing to do."

"Of course, but I won't know you, what's the matter, tell me, I'm very busy."

"Understood, Principal Wang, recently I drew a picture, how about selling it to you?"

"Damn it, you know how to draw?"

"That's right, I'm the master."

"Blow it up, okay, I want your painting, and I'll call you 1000 yuan later."

"1000 yuan, are you insulting me?"

"1000 yuan is quite a lot. I have never bought such an expensive painting from you, Principal Wang. Or, add a little more, 1 yuan."

"Principal Wang, with your worth, do you have the nerve to offer 1?"

"It's shit, you're blackmailing, then 10 is fine, no matter what the hell you draw, I'll buy it."

"10 is too little."

"I said Mo Bai, I heard that you spent all your money on making mobile phones. Is it true that you have no money to use?"

"That's it."

"Then I will lend you 100 million."

"I'm not here to borrow money. Let me talk about the painting I painted. My painting is really..."

"Mo Bai, I don't understand the language. It's useless for you to say these things. Just tell me, how much does your painting cost?"

"Not much, 5000."

"How many?"

"5000?"

"I, I, I... why don't you grab it."

After finishing speaking, Principal Wang hung up the phone directly.

Hearing Dududu's voice, Mo Bai almost froze.

Pit goods.

Didn't you say that Principal Wang is very generous?

Didn't it mean that Principal Wang gave his girlfriend a car and a house every now and then?

Can't bear 5000 million?

Sure enough, gossip cannot be believed.

There was no other way, Mo Bai had no choice but to call President Wang's father.

Lao Tzu must be richer than his son.

"Principal dad, hello."

"Mo Bai, why did you call me?"

"It's nothing, just want to ask, I seem to remember, is there a painting missing in your office?"

"Don't tell me, there is really one painting missing."

"Let me just say, it's too stingy not to hang a few paintings in such a big office of yours. It just so happens that I have an authentic painting by a master here."

"Which master's authentic work?"

"The surname is inexplicable."

"I said which master, it turns out that the master is you... Hehe, Mo Bai, if you want to sell paintings to me, tell me how much it is... don't look for me if it is more than 1000 yuan. I am not me Son, you are very petty."

"That, just kidding, hang up."

Depressed, Mo Bai hung up the phone.

Unexpectedly, Wang Jianlin was more stingy than his son.

After thinking about it, Mo Bai called Ma Yun, who has always been generous.

"Mr. Ma is good."

"Mo Bai, don't call him Boss Ma, you've agreed to call him Brother Ma."

"Brother Ma, Brother Ma, you Alibaba is awesome. Last year's Double Eleven broke through the 900 billion sales mark. I think it is no problem to break through 1000 billion sales this year."

"That's thanks to you, Brother Mo. Without your solution for the Double Eleven Carnival, we wouldn't be where we are today."

"Brother Ma was joking. By the way, Brother Ma... Recently, Mr. Qi Baishi accepted me as a disciple in a dream. When I woke up this morning, I was inspired and drew a masterpiece. Brother Ma, how is it? My painting sold well. How about you."

"Brother Mo, Mr. Qi has been dead for many years, can he accept you as a disciple?"

"So it was in a dream. Besides, Feng Qingyang has been dead for a long time, and your screen name is also Feng Qingyang. I haven't charged you the copyright fee yet."

"That's right. Well, how much is your painting?"

"5000."

"make a deal."

"Happy, I knew you were the most generous brother Ma."

"It's easy to talk, I will call you 5000 million in a while, and you will come to work with me tomorrow."

"Uh, brother Ma, let's forget it."

Depressed, Mo Bai hung up the phone again.

Sister, each of these local tyrants is better than the other.

Isn't it just 5000 million, it's nothing in your eyes, so why don't you give it up?
You know, mine is the real thing.

After a few years, it will appreciate every minute.

However, think about it and understand.

Although these local tyrants are rich, the money is not blown by the wind.A painting costs 5000 million, and Qi Baishi's authentic works can be bought for 5 million, but for his own paintings, let alone 5000 million, 50 must be considered.

Thinking of this, Mo Bai logged on to a certain treasure, preparing to cancel the list he had placed before.

Have to think of another way to hype.

Otherwise, if it is too low-key, no matter how well the painting is painted, it will not sell for much money.

Alas, there are too many underappreciated people in this world.

However, just when Mo Bai was about to cancel the order, the background system reminded that your product has been sold, please ship it in time.

"Damn, it's sold."

"Who is it?"

"Who bought it?"

There was no sign of it.

However, although he was extremely surprised, since someone bought it, Mo Bai was excited inside.

Sure enough, in the vast country of China, there are still people with vision.

Xinran put away the painted Chinese cabbage, and Mo Bai delivered the goods himself.

Moreover, in order to prevent the painting from being stolen, Mo Bai also took out valuables insurance.

This is 5000 million yuan. If someone transfers it, it will be a big loss of privacy.

"Which friend bought my painting, thank you, you are really discerning."

After the goods were delivered, Mo Bai sent a message on Weibo.

In an instant, countless spectators who were so excited just now followed suit.

"Mo Bai, do you want some face?"

"Dabai, I want to say that I also learned to paint. If I sell my paintings to you, don't you want 5000 million yuan? Do you want 5000 yuan?"

"What 5000 yuan, this is the eagle eating the chick I just drew, 500 yuan, Dabai, do you want it?"

"Fuck off, don't take 500 yuan as money. I have a treasured masterpiece "Eagle World Map". Dabai, I sold it to you for 50 yuan."

"Don't make trouble upstairs. Seriously, I really want to know who is such a rich man who actually bought Dabai's painting."

It was so lively here, and soon, the buyer finally appeared.

"I really like your masterpiece, Mr. Mo Bai. I sold out more than a dozen of my collections, and then borrowed a few million more, and finally got together 5000 million."

Talking is a well-known collector of famous paintings, whose name is "Lu Zhongxing".

Lu Zhongxing just bubbled up, and in an instant, someone recognized him.

"Damn it, isn't this Mr. Lu who often identifies antiques?"

"I know, I know, I've seen him on TV."

"Unexpectedly, Teacher Lu actually bought Mo Bai's works. So, Mo Bai's works are really very artistic?"

"Ms. Lu, Mr. Lu, do you really like Mo Bai's paintings so much?"

Seeing the Lord coming, all the onlookers were extremely excited.

"Thank you Mr. Lu for your love."

Mo Bai sent a clenched fist expression to Lu Zhongxing, no matter what, he was willing to spend 5000 million for his first work, not to mention how good this painting is, this courage alone is admirable.

"Mr. Mo Bai is too polite. I collect your work because I think it will increase in value someday."

Lu Zhongxing also told the truth.

"Haha, appreciation, for sure...I believe it won't take long for the work you bought to appreciate in value."

"If that's the case, then I'll make a lot of money."

"It's easy to say, easy to say, in order to increase the value of the painting you bought, then I will paint another one now."

"Ah, wait."

"how?"

"Mo Bai, do you want to draw another one?"

"Yes."

"I'm going... Mo Bai, this is not good, how can you draw another one after you have just painted one?"

Seeing that Mo Bai said that he wanted to draw another one, Lu Zhongxing panicked.

He is an expert in collecting calligraphy and paintings.

Calligraphy and painting have their artistic value, but they also have the characteristic that rare things are precious.

Just like Zhang Daqian's landscape paintings.

If there are a lot of Zhang Daqian's landscape paintings in the market, no matter how good the paintings are, they will not sell for much money.

Not to mention 15 billion, it is a question of whether there are 15 people.

Of course, some well-known painters also know this truth.

Therefore, basically they only paint a few paintings in a year.

Even some well-known painters don't get one painting a year.

This is only painted by myself, and there are very few of them that have been spread to the market.

Now Mo Bai is fine, Nima, just sold a painting for 5000 million that day, and turned around and said that he wanted to paint another one.

Nima, what are you doing, what are you doing?

"I'm so inspired right now."

Mo Bai replied to Lu Zhongxing.

"Don't mind...Mr. Mo Bai, suppress your inspiration, suppress...a good painter can't paint at any time. You must be good at organizing your inspiration. You know, it is not easy for an inspiration to become a painting. It’s so simple, it’s not too late to write after thinking about it.”

Lu Zhongxing really panicked.

Hey, I just bought your painting, and you draw another one in a blink of an eye.

Well, let alone the appreciation of this Chinese cabbage in the future, I am afraid that after today, the price will drop by half immediately.

This is the rhythm of vomiting blood.

"Mr. Lu, my inspiration is too creative. I'm afraid that if I don't paint now, I won't be able to grasp this inspiration tomorrow."

"Mr. Mo Bai, think twice before acting."

"Think twice."

"Mr. Mo Bai, you're not kidding me, are you, do you really want to paint?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Can I have one last word?"

"can."

"I'll give you a lung."

After finishing speaking, Lu Zhongxing directly canceled the shutdown to Mo Bai.At this moment, he was already driven mad by Mo Bai.

"I'm afraid Boss Lu will shed tears right now."

"No, Mo Bai, this is the rhythm of killing Teacher Lu."

"God, Mo Bai, you're not worth your life for cheating people."

"Therefore, collecting is risky, and investment needs to be cautious."

The onlookers who watched on the sidelines had never seen such a magical turning point.

Countless people laughed until tears came out.

"Oh, Boss Lu is really impatient."

Seeing Lu Zhongxing scolding himself, Mo Bai just smiled.

How could he not know the truth that rare things are precious.

However, how did Lu Zhongxing know how terrifying the painting Mo Bai would paint next was supposed to be.

Although this painting has not been drawn yet, Mo Bai can already see it.

As soon as this painting was born, the value of that Chinese cabbage will definitely skyrocket.

As for why.

without him...

Because what Mo Bai painted next was the "Eight Steeds" by Xu Beihong in his previous life.

(End of this chapter)