After the rebirth, my paintings became popular all over the world

There was an indescribable expression on Jing Yu's face.

He wanted to scold Leng Xinglan again.

He helplessly raised his forehead: "Don't listen to his nonsense, I'm not that kind of person."

Lin Luo asked back, "What kind of person?"

"..." The corners of Jing Yu's mouth twitched slightly, turning into anger from embarrassment, he patted Lin Luo's head, "What do you think about at such a young age?"

"Little kid with no hair, what interest can I have in you?"

"Hurry up and go home and sleep well, and go to class tomorrow, and don't come to this kind of place again."

Lin Luo's head hurt from being slapped, his neck shrank, but the corners of his lips could not help but curl up, and he said seriously:

"You are wrong. My hair is still full. If you don't believe me, you can take a look."

Lin Nuo's pupils are light amber, with a narrow smile, reflecting the lights in the elevator, shining brightly, like a deer.

But what he said was poor.

"You brat..." Jing Yu raised his hand to hit him.

Just when the elevator door opened, Lin Luo quickly jumped out, turned around and smiled at him triumphantly, and said provocatively:

"You are so old, you should go back to rest early, so as not to lose energy."

After speaking, he pulled up his hat, lowered the brim of his hat, put his hands in the pockets of his padded jacket, and ran out the door.

He always pretends to be senior in front of him, acting like an elder, tsk, but he is just a young man in his twenties.

What kind of pomp is there in front of him, a 40-year-old "old man".

After exiting the gate of Shengshi Nianhua, Lin Luo put his pockets in his pocket, kicked the stones in a good mood, and walked towards his bicycle.

But other than that, this person is not bad, he is very helpful, Lin Luo thought to himself, in the future, he can draw a picture for him, and treat it as an idol's thank you to fans.

By the way, Hua, thinking of this, Lin Luo suddenly realized that he had missed something, so he turned around and ran back to Shengshi Nianhua.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of Shengshi Nianhua, he saw Jing Yu standing there.

He was still the same striped sweater, with a woolen coat over it.

"Mr. Jing!" Lin Luo raised his voice.

Jing Yu turned his head when he heard the sound.

Only then did Lin Luo see the chubby Boss Zhou who was blocked by him, and the two were talking.

"That..." Lin Luo felt a little embarrassed.

Obviously they must have something important to say.

Jing Yuwei raised his eyebrows and looked him up and down: "Why, the bicycle was stolen and you can't go home?"

"..." Lin Luo was speechless, "No, you don't have a crow's mouth!"

Jing Yu seemed to like watching him blow his hair, laughed, and apologized to Boss Zhou, then came over, put his coat pocket, and lowered his head to ask him:

"what's up?"

Lin Nuoxu was nineteen years old and was still growing, and Jing Yu was very tall, Lin Nuo was much shorter than him, so Lin Luo had to hold his head up when he spoke.

It is winter now, and the weather is cold. When Jing Yu spoke, white mist spewed out from his mouth.

The flickering light in the Golden Age Nianhua leaked out and projected obliquely on Jing Yu's face.

Lin Luo looked at him through the white mist, and felt that this man's face was like an oil painting.

He was lost in thought for a while, and almost forgot what he was going to say, until Jing Yu's eyes showed doubts, Lin Luo suddenly withdrew his gaze, and said solemnly:

"I want to ask you a favor."

"What?" Jing Yu asked.

Lin Luo: "I have an authentic piece of Lin Luo's work and I want to put it up for auction. Can you contact me with a reliable auction house?"

"Lin Luo's real work?" Jing Yu was surprised, "You have his real work?!"

Lin Luo nodded: "Well, his works are relatively late."

Jing Yu watched for two seconds, as if trying to judge whether he was telling the truth.

After a while, the man said: "If you really have his authentic work, I want it. But you have to show me first. If it is indeed the original work, I will definitely give you a satisfactory price."

Who in the collection world doesn't know that Jing Yu is a fan of Lin Luo?

Once Lin Luo's paintings appeared on the market, he would buy them no matter how much he paid.

Whether it is authentic or not, Jing Yu can be sure as long as he sees it with his own eyes, no one in this world knows Lin Luo's paintings better than him.

Lin Luo thought for a while, he is Lin Luo himself, painting a painting and selling the real one is not a lie, that's why he made this decision, it's much more profitable than selling high-quality imitations.

Although the paintings are too new and easy to pass through, it is enough to deceive ordinary collectors.

But someone like Jing Yu probably can't be fooled...

Lin Luo coughed lightly: "Please help me to contact the auction house. If the auction is successful, I will thank you."

"Okay." Jing Yu didn't force it.

Watching Lin Luo leave, Jing Yu lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

He looked up at the night sky, thinking about what relationship Lin Nuo had with Lin Luo.

The mere name similarity is nothing.

Lin Nuo said that he had no foundation, and it was his first time painting, but he was able to draw a painting that was so similar to Lin Luo.

This can also be explained by talent.

If Ke Linuo still has Lin Luo's original work, then the two probably have some connection.

Jing Yu became more interested in this brat named Lin Nuo.

As he was thinking about it, from the corner of his eye, that familiar figure ran towards him again, and shouted in embarrassment:

"Mr. Jing."

Jing Yu turned to look at him, a little red flame on the cigarette was flickering between his fingers: "Why?"

Lin Luo was extremely embarrassed: "...my bicycle was stolen."

Jing Yu: "..."

Lin Luo himself also felt ashamed, and said in a low voice, "Can I trouble you to take me home?"

In the end, Lin Luo got into Jing Yu's car.

In two lifetimes, this was the first time he sat in such a luxury car.

After getting in the car, I couldn't help looking around, looking around.

The interior of this car is very beautiful, Lin Luo secretly thought that he would have to buy one when he got rich.

"Do you like it?" Seeing Lin Luo's expression from the corner of the eye, Jing Yu asked.

Lin Luo turned his head and said, "Why, if you like it, can you give me one?"

"You're dreaming." Jing Yu patted his head again, "Don't keep thinking about getting something for nothing."

"I want to say, if you like it, you should study hard and draw well. With your talent, it's not difficult to buy such a car."

Lin Luo: "..."

He thought Jing Yu was going to say something weird like Leng Xinglan said.

It turned out to be educating him again.

Lin Luo rolled his eyes: "I know."

No matter what he said, he was Lin Luo, an internationally renowned painter whose painting was sold for nearly a billion yuan, and it was not difficult to buy a luxury car.

"Why are you not humble at all." Jing Yu shook his head with a smile, and talked to him about the business, "You just hit your dad in the casino, and he might trouble you when you get home, what do you think about it? Yet?"

Lin Luo was depressed and did not speak.

Jing Yudao: "Don't think about it before you do it. You dare to hit someone. Even if the casino doesn't treat you well, when you go home and face your father, you can still get it right." ?”

"I didn't think about it before," Lin Luo said sullenly, with a nasal voice, "It's just that I was too angry, so beat him up first."

"What about now?" Jing Yu glanced at Lin Luo through the rearview mirror.

The child's left eye socket was still blue, and such a mark on his thin face made him look miserable.

"Now..." Lin Luo said, "Of course it's the banner of your Mr. Jing."

The boy turned to Jing Yu and smiled.