Siheyuan: Learning to be the sixth

After visiting a few shops, He Yuzhu wondered whether this Chinese art of the Eiffel Tower was any good.

You say that the artistic atmosphere is quite strong, but many works of famous artists are mixed with garbage. Isn't this a kind of irony? Just like the people of this country, they are all inferior on the inside and outside.

He Yuzhu was excited. These were all treasures. Although most of them were sketches and not works by top masters, they were still okay. In a few decades, one of them would be worth hundreds of thousands of US dollars.

"Get rich! Get rich! "

If he didn't have to continue shopping on Taobao, He Yuzhu would have wanted to sing a song to express his joy.

The harvest was so fruitful that He Yuzhu did not miss any art store.

This makes all the bosses on this street very happy. After all, it is jealous to see others making money while they themselves are doing business.

So many business owners who were not planning to open today hurried over to open for business after receiving the letter.

Especially the stupid boss, who doesn't care about the rules of the industry and goes directly to other people's stores to invite He Yuzhu. Don't forget to visit his store.

He Yuzhu was also happy about it. Since the other party was willing to be ripped off, he couldn't let the good intention go to waste.

Maybe luck was not on He Yuzhu's side today. Although he had some small gains, he didn't receive any works from famous artists. This made He Yuzhu a little disappointed.

Since he was already here, he might as well make the best of it. After taking a look around, He Yuzhu thought that the stupid shop owner had invited him so enthusiastically, and it would be a bit unreasonable for him not to teach him a lesson.

The simple-minded shop owner, who had been waiting at the door of the store for a long time, saw He Yuzhu walking towards his shop and greeted him warmly.

"My oriental friend, the artworks in my shop are much better than theirs. You can choose whatever you want. The price is negotiable."

He Yuzhu did not expose his trick. After two trips, He Yuzhu knew that this so-called art street should be aimed at ordinary people. There are not many fine products, and the good stuff should be found elsewhere.

As his last stop on Art Street, He Yuzhu hopes for a good result.

"You are so stupid, my friend. We are old acquaintances. If I see someone I like later, you must give me a discount."

"My Oriental friend, everything is easy to talk about."

After the preparation was completed, He Yuzhu started to stroll around the store casually.

"Ding ~"

"Pillar, there is a layer behind the painting on the wall, it is worth a lot of money~"

When He Yuzhu heard that there was work to do, he didn't care whether he was tired or not.

After pretending to choose for a long time, he shook his head helplessly and said, "You are so stupid, my friend. I don't like the artworks in your store very much."

When the foolish shop owner heard this, he felt like giving up the opportunity and so his attitude could not be described as enthusiastic, but rather a bit flattering.

Everyone else has the meat in their mouths, but he can't. He feels unbalanced and upset.

But he thought that he and He Yuzhu were old acquaintances and felt that he could still save the situation.

"My oriental friend, my store has all the best products. You can pick whatever you want. I guarantee they are cheaper than theirs."

He Yuzhu saw that the time was right and there was no point in continuing to pretend to be nice. He just wanted to spend less money.

He Yuzhu pretended to be very embarrassed and pointed at the oil painting on the wall with private goods and said: "This one is barely acceptable. My friend, you only have one chance to make an offer. If it's too expensive, I will turn around and leave."

He Yuzhu's move was unconventional, so the simple-minded shop owner, who originally wanted to quote a high price and then slowly negotiate with He Yuzhu, gave up the idea.

After thinking about it, he quoted a price of fifteen dollars. He Yuzhu had no idea what the current prices of European artworks were, but seeing the shopkeeper's uncomfortable expression as if he had eaten a fly after he quoted the price, He Yuzhu knew that this price should be his bottom line.

So I took out fifteen dollars and handed it to him with great reluctance.

Now the foolish shop owner came to his senses a little. This Oriental man was no pushover. He thought, "Since you despise my small shop, I will take you to a bigger place and drain your wallet."

After getting the money, He Yuzhu wanted to leave as soon as possible to avoid any more trouble.

"My oriental friend, please wait a moment."

He Yuzhu's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that this stupid shop owner had discovered something? This shouldn't be the case.

"My friend, is there anything else?"

"My oriental friend, would you like to go to a larger art store?"

He Yuzhu was just worried about having no way out, and this good thing that someone gave him a pillow when he was dozing off made He Yuzhu very happy.

But He Yuzhu was also cautious and did not agree to his request right away. Instead, he said calmly, "My friend, I don't know if I have time recently. How about this? I'll come to you as soon as I have time."

"Okay, my oriental friend, I'll wait for you in the store these few days."

After saying goodbye to the fool, He Yuzhu went out and quickened his pace towards the hotel.

After returning to the room and locking the door, He Yuzhu washed his hands and transferred the oil painting out of the space.

Since he knew that the oil painting was worthless, He Yuzhu didn't show any mercy and just took the frame apart with force.

It turned out that there was a thin layer of board in the photo frame. He Yuzhu didn't dare to use force this time, but carefully removed it.

Seeing at first glance that it was another sketch, He Yuzhu immediately lost interest.

When System Lao Liu saw that He Yuzhu looked like an inexperienced person, he was so angry that his teeth were itching.

"Zhu Zi, you are really a wild boar that cannot eat fine bran."

"Sixth brother, no personal attacks~"

Zhuzi, you don’t want to know how much these ten sketches are worth.

He Yuzhu rolled his eyes at Lao Liu and told him to experience it himself.

"Ding ~"

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining ten sketches from the French artist Claude Monet during his prime. They are worth a lot of money."

This is He Yuzhu's biggest gain so far. Seeing He Yuzhu drooling over the ten sketches, System Lao Liu curled his lips and said, "I don't know who this greed is from."

Although He Yuzhu was just a cook for the team, Chinese people have the habit of not reciprocating, so in the next few days, He Yuzhu was busy preparing the reception banquet and was very busy.

He Yuzhu's cooking skills conquered many people from the upper class of Iron Tower Country and added a lot of help to the work of Mr. Liu and Minister Li. Therefore, after they finished their work, the two of them gave He Yuzhu a lot of time to go out for a walk.

Seeing that the traditional Chinese Spring Festival was approaching, the homesick He Yuzhu decided to strike hard and do some heavy looting to soothe his wounded heart.

When the foolish shop owner saw He Yuzhu coming to his door, he was so happy that his mouth almost stretched to his back teeth.