My Bank Is Connected to Another World

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings were instantly quiet, and I don't know how many people were dumbfounded.

What?

Did they hear correctly?

Shi Lei wants to pay two million, and then buy another work by Shu Fu.

Some people even pinched themselves severely, tearing up in pain, before confirming that it was not a dream.

"..."

Shi Lei is crazy, and he can't do this even if he has money.

Two hundred plus two hundred.

That's four million.

After tax deduction.

Shu Fu can get more than three million. . . At this moment, many people were sour. They looked at Shi Lei in surprise, and at the same time looked at Shu Fu with envy.

However, in the next second, Shu Fu's words stunned them again.

"Feel sorry."

"Mr. Shi, the creation of this thing requires inspiration, and there is no such thing for the time being."

Shu Fu smiled.

Works and products are different.

Just like the portrait of a wedding dress, it can only be called a finished product, and only his idea can be called a work, and there are partial creations and complete creations in the works.

Obviously, the latter is more scarce, just like the engravings in the previous window.

Wedding dress.

parent-child.

landscape.

It belongs to partial creation, but today's exhibition belongs to complete creation, so it can be called a work.

It can be said.

The one up for auction is currently the only portrait of Shu Fu with deep creative significance. In addition to visual impact, it can also stimulate people's imagination.

Give different stories to this work.

. . .

The people around looked at Shu Fu with expressions like looking at a fool.

I thought Shi Lei was crazy at first, but looking at it now, Shu Fu seems to be crazy too.

Don't want money.

Could it be that Shu Fu is playing hard to get?

Um!

right!

On such occasions, as an artist, the pride cannot easily bow to money.

This was the most reasonable reason they could come up with.

After returning, Shu Fu will definitely contact Shi Lei.

. . .

It's just that Shi Lei, who is the person involved, doesn't think so.

Obviously, Shu Fu was not very willing to earn his money, which strengthened his determination to give money.

"Anything is fine." Shi Lei hurriedly said.

"No."

"Then... Your next work like this, I am willing to buy it for two million. There is no limit to the subject matter, of course, if no one bids higher than me."

"Fine."

Shu Fu said in a perfunctory manner, saying that this job is done, so what else can he say.

Someone sends money, and that's it.

"Great, please contact me then."

"Um."

Shi Lei was very knowledgeable, so he didn't stay long and left the crowd.

The people around looked at Shu Fu with more complex expressions, regardless of the subject matter, which was tantamount to giving money.

Why didn't such a benefactor like them.

. . .

Many people were surprised when they heard the conversation between the two.

"Why can't I understand? Doesn't Shu Fu run a wood art shop, and we still have to wait for the next work? And the large one is only 3,000, and even two million can engrave hundreds of them."

heard the words.

People around rolled their eyes, and some patiently explained.

"Creating is not the same as making."

"Shu Fu's wood art shop currently only carves portraits, that is, according to the engraving, it can only be regarded as production, and the one in front of him is the creation of his inspiration."

"It's not the same thing at all, and the price is naturally different."

"That's it! I always feel that there is not much difference. Isn't the level of skill the same? Why are the prices so different?"

"..."

heard the words.

Everyone tilted their heads, they were too lazy to talk to that person, and they were not on the same channel.

As you say.

For a master calligrapher, because he uses the same technique, each of his works should be of the same value, even if it is a random one.

The fact is, only a very small number of works can be sold at a high price.

I can't figure it out, what are you doing here? I can't talk for days.

. . .

After Shi Lei left.

The crowd was more enthusiastic.

"Brother Shu, how about engraving one for me?"

"..."

"I want one too."

"..."

Although it was unbelievable, they did earn real money, a few thousand yuan is not too much.

See here.

Shu Fu pressed his hand, and the scene was quiet.

"When it comes to engraving, please follow some rules."

"First, six per day, twenty-five per week, twenty small ones, five big ones, you must go to the store to order, if it exceeds, I'm sorry."

"Second, only portraits are engraved, and the rest are not accepted."

heard the words.

Everyone at the scene complained for a while, it was really unreasonable, even making a reservation now.

But he also accepted it quickly, who told others to be capable.

In fact.

Most of the people present thought that it would take at least one day for Shu Fu to carve a large portrait and add color to it.

Twenty-five a week.

Almost the limit of a person.

at the same time.

I'm a little disappointed, because if I don't engrave anything else, it means that if I collect it, it will be more difficult to change hands in the future. After all, who would collect other people's portraits?

. . .

After dealing with them, the curator brought a few people.

"This is from the city TV station. I want to interview you."

A young man whose work sells for millions of dollars, no matter how you look at it, it is a good title.

Of course, the city station cannot be missed.

"Sorry, I don't want to be on TV." Shu Fu waved his hand.

"ah?"

The female reporter was taken aback, so she refused?

"Just shoot my work, there's no need to add me in." Shu Fu added.

"It increases your visibility."

"You're not the first journalist to speak to me like this, but I'll give you an answer. I don't make a living from this, and I don't need any popularity."

"this..."

want to persuade.

But found that I didn't know how to say it.

Not bad money.

I don't like names.

"Okay, I still have something to do, sorry." Shu Fu turned and left.

This scene made Zhao Yu, who was not far away, happy in his heart.

Ha ha.

The frustration of being rejected by Shu Fu last time was swept away, what happened to Shitai? It doesn't have to be shut down.

Well done, I'm happy today, I'll add dinner tonight.

. . .

Shu Fu left the museum.

"What's the situation? Shi Lei's two million." Lin Sen asked a question in his heart. After thinking about it for a long time, it is really difficult to explain what happened today.

The two million was basically a gift of money.

But depending on the situation, Shu Fu seemed unwilling to accept it.

"It's nothing, maybe it's because I appreciate my work." Shu Fu smiled.

"..."

Lin Sen was speechless.

What a joke!

He is very clear about Shi Lei, he can't afford it early.

There is a collection of art, which is arty, but it is not stupid, right? There must be a reason for spending two million on new works.

With doubts.

Come to the curb.

I saw two cars parked, Lin Sen's Daben behind, and an Audi A8 in front.

"My car is big, and I can sit down if I squeeze it in." Lin Sen said.

It was agreed to go to Shu Fu's house for lunch, and to drive by himself, with Shu Fu as the co-pilot, and four people could sit in the back.

"Let me call a taxi." The single mother said.

"No need, Mr. Lin, follow this car."

talking.

When Shu Fu came to the Audi A8, the guard standing by the door immediately opened the rear door.

Shu Fu said to the girls:

"Come on, just sit down."

Shan Luo and Jiu Xinqin looked surprised, who owns this car?

"good."

The single mother made this car last time, and she took her daughter and Jiu Xinqin to get on it.

"This car..." Lin Sen asked in surprise, did Shu Fu buy a car?

"friend's."