59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang

In order to prevent Zhang Haixing from being too idle, Chen Feng went to the commission store to buy three flower stands.

If you can't practice piano, learn painting.

"Are you sure you want to buy it?"

The commission store is still the round-faced girl who looks like Fish Leong.

"Yes."

Chen Feng touched the easel, which was covered with dust.

The warehouse of this commission store is divided into several parts, and the things in this warehouse cannot be sold.

Such as easels, paintbrushes, etc.

With the establishment of the new society, the elite class of the Republic of China who lived a petty bourgeoisie life fell and ran away, and the remaining ones also fell into a difficult living situation. All the toys of the literary ladies were sold to the commission store.

But eating has been a problem in recent years, and Western literature has become sunset literature.

"Comrade, I want to buy three sets, please give me a discount."

The salesperson thought for a while and said without any ulterior motive: "I'll ask the director, we are going to burn these things."

"Okay, thank you comrade." Chen Feng said with a smile.

The salespersons of this era are still good. They will not raise prices and deceive people for commissions. Those who do sales in later generations will cheat for personal income even if they know that the goods have quality problems.

He paid a lot of IQ tax because of Zhong Xuegao.

Of course, compared with his white, rich and beautiful friends who spent hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars for bags, it was a small matter.

After waiting in the moldy warehouse for a while, the salesperson came trotting over.

"The director said that if you want an easel, you can give 30 cents as a token, but ink and brushes are not allowed. They must be sold at 10% of the purchase price."

Chen Feng looked at this super honest salesperson and nodded repeatedly.

He took out three sets of flower stands and bought several sets of ink, brushes, special oil painting paper, etc.

Oil painting paper is different from rice paper and ordinary white paper. Chen Feng didn't know if there was any professional production in China. He simply relied on his wealth and bought all the oil painting paper in the commissioned store at once.

However, practicing with oil painting paper was too extravagant, so he bought some more rice paper.

Rice paper can also be used for oil painting, but it is a bit thin, so thicker oil painting paper is better.

"Are you a painter?" the salesperson asked curiously.

"Not yet, I'm learning." Chen Feng replied.

"Then do you want to buy paintings? I have a batch of cheap oil paintings here."

Although the round-faced salesperson was honest, he obviously had his own pursuit of creating performance.

Chen Feng was idle and said, "Okay, let me see."

The salesperson went to the warehouse again, brought a dusty box, opened it and took out the rolled oil painting inside.

Chen Feng took a look at the signature: Chang Yu.

A very familiar name.

After thinking for a long time, I finally figured out who the author of this oil painting is.

"Chinese Van Gogh"!

Chang Yu was the son of an entrepreneur in the Republic of China. He was born into a wealthy family, but later his family business was invaded and closed down by Japanese capital. This rich young man who loved art fell from grace.

From a rich second generation, he became a cement worker.

Although Chang Yu pursued art wholeheartedly, he remained unknown.

It was not until the 21st century that he was called "Chinese Van Gogh".

Inexplicably, this artist who lived a hard life and had no money to buy a cemetery after his death began to become wealthy in China in the 1990s.

The oil paintings that no one cared about became high-end works of art like the faucets in the Summer Palace.

The West called him "Oriental Matisse", and his paintings began to flow from France to the East at astonishing prices.

Chang Yu also became the first Chinese artist recognized by the international art world. He was sought after by the domestic art world and became a hall-level figure in Chinese modern art.

A painting can sell for hundreds of millions of yuan.

The most popular period of "Chang Yu fever" in the market was from 2019 to 2021. The top three market transaction prices of his works were all set during this period, and an oil painting was easily sold for tens of millions of yuan.

It's comparable to the auction of faucets back then!

Countless coal bosses and real estate bosses waved banknotes and bought internationally certified oil paintings from famous artists at high prices from French and Taiwanese.

The artist is still alive in Paris and will die tragically in a few years.

The reason why Chen Feng knew this was because of the bragging of a real rich second generation.

His father spent 100 million in one go and bought three paintings to hang at home.

"How much?"

"One dime per piece!" The salesperson blurted out without thinking.

"So cheap?" Chen Feng was surprised.

"This is an oil painting from the Republic of China period. It's ugly and not famous. It's worthless. I

We sent them to Liulichang, but they refused to accept them." The salesperson complained very honestly.

"They only like to accept porcelain, especially the official kilns of Ming and Qing dynasties."

"Okay, I'll take them all!"

Chen Feng said generously.

"Great, thank you for helping us clear the inventory. "

The salesperson was very happy to see these unsalable goods sold.

Chen Feng was also very happy. He bought an oil painting worth tens of millions in the future for one cent.

'I will go to Paris when I have time, just as a way to help artists.'

He tied the box, easel, etc. to the bicycle and returned to Nanluoguxiang along the road.

Noticing that there was no one in front or behind, he put the box into the space for storage.

These are probably artworks sold at low prices by Chang Yu during the Republic of China period when his family fell into decline. It was not until "Chang Yu" became a god that they had great "artistic" value.

When he came back on his bicycle, he saw that the main door was closed, and Hu Bayi, Wang Xiaopangzi, Chen Hao, and Chen Li were lying at the door to eavesdrop.

Chen Feng pressed the bell.

"Dangdangdang!"

The four auspicious treasures turned their heads at the same time.

"Big brother (big pot)!"

"Come and help me move the easel, ink, and brushes to the study. "

Chen Li couldn't move the easel, so she took a paintbrush.

"Are there any guests inside?" Chen Feng put the bicycle into the study door.

"No, Xu Damao came, he said he couldn't do it again." Wang Xiaopangzi grinned.

Chen Feng glanced at him nonchalantly, and said righteously: "Don't laugh at other people's pain. It is very immoral to build your own happiness on other people's pain."

Xu Damao is not a good person, but he may become more perverted in the future, overthrow Li Huaide, and become the director of the Red Star Wen Pavilion Group.

After all, the combat effectiveness of the nine thousand years old has always been very strong.

Zhao Gao, Cao Zhengchun, Yu Huatian, etc., each of them is a top master.

"Brother, I know, it's just the fat man who likes to talk nonsense. I just gave Xu Damao some water to drink. "Chen Hao sold Wang Kaixuan without hesitation.

Chen Li took the paintbrush and scribbled on the rice paper.

This girl has artistic talent and her sand painting is getting better and better.