Taoyuan Mountain Village

The first thousand seven hundred chapters you are not worthy

Oil paintings are not as casual and natural as ink paintings. Of course, after reaching a certain level, they also want to be chic.

Lamy didn't have the arrogance of a ghost-level painter at all, and began to prepare.

A Spanish master couldn't help but walked over and said: "Senior Lamy, or leave it to the juniors. You are a ghost-level Huaxia, acting as an assistant. Isn't this surrendering your status?"

A dignified ghost, go to be an assistant to your opponent, and it's still live in the world!

Lamy represents the Spanish art world, but the pride of the Spanish art world!

just now……

"Yes, Senior Lamy, can I do it?" A Spanish guy immediately walked out and wanted to take over. He laid hands on the ghost painter, not ashamed!

Ramy glanced at the Spanish painting community lightly and said, "Are you worthy too?"

"..."

Everyone suddenly turned red. You know, he is also a famous person, and he is also admired by the people on weekdays. Where does he go?

The Spanish master gritted his teeth and said: "I'm coming! I don't want this face, Master Lamy, just look at it!"

"You? You don't deserve it, get out." Rami finished speaking, and turned to go busy.

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"amount……"

The group of people around are all silent, and everyone's level is fine, but the masters, there are only a few in Spain, just a start, this is something that beginner interns can do!

"Don't make trouble, go back and go back, do you have the key?" Zhao Wuliu came over to drive people, don't block your live broadcast!

The Spanish master's face is even more ugly, but what Lamy said, he couldn't refute. He heard Zhao Wuliu asking him, looked at Zhao Wuliu and said: "Unworthy."

"Rewind if you don't deserve it, hurry up!" Zhao Wuliu is full of rogue aura, and he is not afraid of offending people at all.

"Ahem."

President Qian couldn't stand it anymore, and he immediately came over to communicate with the Spanish giant in a low voice. You know, this is a giant!

"President Jiang's painting has reached a point far beyond what you imagined, ghosts and gods? It's just a realm you call it. If it is a god, he deserves it. I am far behind."

After seeing Jiang Xiaoye’s creation and building the Giant City out of thin air, Lamy understood that he was not at the same level as Jiang Xiaoye. This time he could be seen as a painting at close range. These people came to grab his chance. It was like pulling his teeth. Conscience.

"what?"

"Mr. Lamy, you are a ghost!"

"Isn't it?"

"Is Dean Jiang already at this point? It's terrible, isn't it? Could it be that Dean Jiang has surpassed a ghost-level painter? So what's up there?"

The ghost level, called the devil level in China, later became the ghost level over time. It can be said that no one has ever reached it, and many people just touch the edge.

Now, Lamy, as a ghost and god-level senior who stepped into the ghost and god-level earlier than Jiang Xiaoye, Heike’s redemption has shocked the world even more. Now, he said this, as a ghost and god-level, since he said so, he must be There is a reason.

Bai Xingchen pulled Ye Feng and gestured.

"I don't know, don't ask me, I don't know anything." Ye Feng shook his head. He didn't know what was going on.

"Didn't you and Lao Qian have been in charge of painting this time?"

"It's true, but I don't know what the situation is. We didn't even know what to paint at the beginning, and you ask the old Qian, he knows what a shit?"

Everyone is at a loss, what the **** is this?

Jiang Xiaoye is preparing.

"Ask a question, how much does Xiao Ye's painting cost?" Zhao Wuliu said suddenly, but Jiang Xiaoye promised to give him a painting!

"Priceless treasure!"

President Qian looked at Jiang Xiaoye with scorching eyes, and even Mr. Lamy was convinced!

"Crap, is the priceless treasure worthless or hundreds of billions of trillions? There is a price? Let's put it this way, how much money can the pair of Longteng Wanli Mountains and Rivers!"

Zhao Wuliu rolled his eyes. The most annoying thing is the priceless treasure at every turn. He doesn't even know how much it should be!

"Rude, you are also a celebrity, pay attention to your image, this is still live, Longteng Wanlishanhe, a collector bid 110 million, this is still an industry bid, if it is really auctioned, who knows how much Is it wrong to say the priceless treasure?"

For Zhao Wuliu, this rogue, President Qian was also quite helpless.

Is it still live broadcast, can't you give some face?

"Fuck!"

So valuable!

Zhao Wuliu thought of the little brown bear painted by Jiang Xiaoye before. What about this picture?

"What if I just painted casually before? Even the average kind of painting!" Zhao Wuliu's eyes brightened when he heard it. If he sells paintings to make money, it should be very valuable!

"Don't talk about painting casually. It was when I was a kid. If someone can find out and make sure that it was done by Dean Jiang, even if it is a hand-painted graffiti, it will be easy to sell hundreds of thousands. When I was in college, I studied painting in an amateur art class. I went to his school and looked for one. I didn’t find one. Don’t think that if you sell hundreds of paintings for money, if you paint too much, you will automatically devalue your painting The price, the scarcer the painting, the more advanced it is, and at the level of Dean Jiang, one painting a year is enough!"

Bai Xingchen's voice is not small, this is also to remind Jiang Xiaoye, don't help painting if anyone asks for painting in the future, lowering his worth!

They found that Jiang Xiaoye was too good to talk. They just came to ask if they could draw a pair. Not only did they agree, but they also made such a big battle. The most important thing is that they didn’t just fool around. They came up with a ten-meter long and two-meter high picture scroll. , This is on them, this painting, the first half of the painting is not an exaggeration!

"Lao Jiang, is there anything Xiao Ye used to paint? You can do it when you were a kid!" Zhao Wuliu quickly called Jiang Yunshan.

"Nothing... When we built the villa last year, there were seven or eight paintings, but we didn't understand it. So, we just cooked Xiao Hei and stewed meat, Zhao Wuliu seemed to be the fire you burned.

Jiang Yunshan was also a bit embarrassed. When he demolished the house, he packed up a lot of Jiang Xiaoye's books. The books were all given to Yang Siqi's house by Jiang Xiaoye. Paintings and everything were treated as waste paper. Time gave the little black and little gray little brown bear stew every day, and they burned it all.

"Fuck, I burned millions of stews for Xiao Hei to eat?" Zhao Wuliu's eyes were a little bigger.

"Wang?"

Xiao Hei yelled, when did you pick it up? What's the matter with Lord Guan Xiaohei? It wasn't Mr. Black who burned it!

Xiao Hei struggled and wanted to slip away, but Li Lan slapped him on the head, instantly becoming honest.