I collect waste in heaven

Chapter 20 What is Art?
In a blink of an eye.

5 minutes passed.

From the beginning to the end, Xin Zhao stood in front of the painting table, closed his eyes and said nothing.

"Some people say that showing ugliness is humility, and some people say that showing ugliness is really showing ugliness."

"I didn't move my pen for 5 minutes, it's ridiculous!"

Mi Lai slandered bitterly, and deliberately said it loudly so that Xin Zhao could hear it.

"You'd better shut your stinky mouth." Su Yuxin's expression darkened instantly, and she pointed at Mi Lai's face, "I was too lazy to talk to you before, if you say another bad word about Xin Zhao, you will regret it!"

Seeing Su Yuxin's eyes, Mi La subconsciously swallowed and dared not say any more.

They were classmates in high school.

Naturally, she knew about Su Yuxin's family situation.

In her impression, Su Yanxin had always been relatively tolerant, which made her a little pushy.

Until Su Yuxin said what she just said.

She seemed to have just remembered that Su Yuxin and her were not from the same world.

He gave Mi Lai a cold look.

Su Yuxin clenched her fist and bit her lip, looking at Xin Zhao's position with anxiety in her heart.

"Qin Xin, you don't need to talk to her."

"She doesn't deserve it!"

At this moment, Xin Zhao who was in meditation showed a confident smile towards Su Yuxin.

Immediately grabbed the pen.

flamboyant.

Everyone watched him splash ink.

In less than 10 minutes, a painting was completed, and his name was also left on the signature of the painting.

"It's done."

He put the pen on the desk with a smile.

Xin Zhao stretched his waist and smiled confidently, looking at the painting he created.

The bright moon hangs high.

Yi Ren leaned against the laurel tree, looking at the pool of autumn water ahead.

This painting is the photo sent by Chang'e Fairy.

He didn't start writing just now, but he has been thinking about how to present all of this.

"The essay is a shame."

He bowed his hands towards everyone, and everyone around him was silent.

"Heh...it doesn't look very good, and I haven't said I want to buy it until now." Mi Lai took advantage of the silence when everyone was silent.

Those businessmen also looked left and right.

They must not understand art, and Xin Zhao is an unknown person, so naturally no one would want to buy it.

"It seems that you are nothing more than that." Jiang Xing sneered.

After his words fell, Xin Zhao tilted his head and looked at him, sighing deeply.

"You are so disappointing to me."

"I understand your girlfriend saying that."

"She really doesn't have that level, and she can't see the depth of this painting."

"You are also a disciple of a master of Chinese painting. You can't see it. It seems that your teacher is nothing more than that."

"You dare to insult my teacher!" Jiang Xing shouted angrily.

"I didn't insult him, it was you who insulted him." Xin Zhao pushed him away, with indifference in his eyes, "When you said that sentence just now, you have already belittled your teacher to nothing. "

"I don't care how your painting is. If no one buys it, it's a bad painting!" Jiang Xing said.

"True art is for those who understand art. Art is not measured by money." Xin Zhao shook his head and laughed, "If you can't understand this painting of mine, there will be people who can understand it."

"But we two are betting on the value of the painting!" Jiang Xing shouted angrily.

"I……"

Just when Su Yuxin was about to buy the painting.

"I'll buy!"

Suddenly, Wu Huaiyu raised his hand.

"Sorry, just now Mr. Zhao's painting touched me deeply, and I fell into it for a while. I am willing to pay 70 yuan for this painting. Do you think it is okay?"

70 million!
All the rich businessmen around were shocked.

Jiang Xing's face was also extremely ugly.

Wu Huai apartment.

Although not as famous as Cui Sanian, he is also a well-known figure in the art world.

He is willing to pay for it.

It is a recognition of Xin Zhao’s creation, not to mention the sky-high price of 70.

"I offer 100 million." Another old man said surprisingly.

"Sun Yao! Did you do it on purpose!" Wu Huaiyu shouted.

"Sun Yao! It's actually Sun Yao!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, and Xin Zhao asked as he listened to the exclamations of the people around him.

"Who is he?"

"Sun Yao is one of the masters of traditional Chinese painting. One of his paintings once sold for a sky-high price of 2000 million yuan." Su Fanxin said.

"2000 million!"

Xin Zhao felt his heart skip a beat.

eight digits.

With this money, I can buy ribs to eat.

He is not fragrant.

"I'll pay 150 million!"

"200 million!"

"I'll pay 300 million!"

Several old men standing next to Wu Huaiyu started to ask for the price, and then looked at each other arguing, blushing and neck thick, all wanting to buy the painting that Xin Zhao created casually.

"sky!"

"Zhou Yunyu, Fan Chen, Tian Qingsheng...these are all big names in the art world!"

Su Yuxin was so frightened that she covered her mouth and couldn't speak.

Seeing that those bigwigs are fighting like this, the surrounding businessmen also joined in.

"400 million!"

"420 million!"

"Four hundred and seven!"

In less than 5 minutes, this painting has already been shouted to more than 500 million.

"All right."

Just when countless people were arguing, Xin Zhao walked up.

Seeing the owner of the painting speak, everyone fell silent.

"As I said, art is for those who can understand art."

"Young man, I understand!" Sun Yao coughed, and his throat was a little dry from the quarrel just now, "No one understands your painting better than me, and I will offer 500 million. Give me."

"Shut up, none of us understand!" Tian Qingsheng shouted.

"Young man, tell me who you want to sell this painting to." Zhou Yunyu said.

"I'll sell this painting to Teacher Wu." Xin Zhao smiled at everyone, and the other old gentlemen showed envy. They really wanted to get this painting.

Wu Huaiyu also looked happy, but he soon became hesitant again.

"Xin Zhao, I..."

"Mr. Wu, as I said just now, art is not measured by money." Zhao Dao said, "50, this painting is yours."

"Seriously!" Wu Huaiyu said.

"of course."

Xin Zhao had a smile in his eyes.

People around looked at Xin Zhao in surprise, they had already shouted more than 500 million just now.

If he really wants to sell high.

700 million and 800 million are not impossible.

He actually wanted 50.

It was 70 less than the 20 that Wu Huaiyu gave before.

"What are you pretending to do!" Jiang Xing shouted, "Now your heart is bleeding."

"you are wrong."

Xin Zhao looked at Jiang Xing and smiled.

What is art? !
Art is elegance!
Art is not measured by money.

rich.

It doesn't mean you can buy the home of art.

I am the master of this painting, and I have the right to decide its destination, not to use money to decide its destination.

Any artistic creation is proud.

Art needs backbone.

When you kneel down for money.

You are not worthy to say that what you create is art!
you……

It's just a slave to money.

In an instant, the whole studio resounded with thunderous applause, and Su Yuxin looked at Xin Zhao with more admiration in her eyes.

From that song of his.

to his painting.

And what he just said.

Su Yuxin felt that she had no choice but to withdraw her heart.

Jiang Xing's face turned blue and white.

He glared at Xin Zhao viciously, and was about to drag Mi Lai away.

"Wait."

Suddenly, Xin Zhao stopped Jiang Xing.

"Do you have to redeem the promise just now?"

"What are you calling me for selling two thousand? This time I sold it for 50..."

"Please start your father-recognition show!"

(End of this chapter)