Taoyuan Mountain Village

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Oil painting is not as casual and natural as ink painting. Of course, after reaching a certain level, I also want to be unrestrained.

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

A master in Spain couldn't help but walked over and said, "Senior Lamy, why don't you hand it over to the juniors, you are a ghost-level Huaxia, acting as an assistant, isn't this a self-imposed identity?"

Dignified ghosts and gods, go to be an assistant to your opponent, and it is also a live broadcast of the world!

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

Now……

"That's right, Senior Lamy, can I do it?" One of the Spanish people came out immediately and wanted to take over. He fought for the ghost-level painter, no shame!

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

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Everyone's face immediately flushed red. You must know that he is also a famous star, 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 anymore, Master Lamy, just look at it!"

"You? You don't deserve it either, get out of the way." After Rami finished speaking, he turned around and went to work.

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"Forehead……"

The group of people around were all silent, and everyone’s level was not a problem, but there are only a few masters in Spain, and it’s just a start. This is something only a beginner intern can do!

"Don't make trouble, step back, do you have the key?" Zhao Wuliu came over to chase people, don't block his live broadcast!

The Spanish master's face was even more ugly, but he couldn't refute what Lamy said. Hearing Zhao Wuliu asking him, he glanced at Zhao Wuliu and said, "It's not worthy."

"Go back if you don't deserve it, hurry up, hurry up!" Zhao Wuliu was full of hooliganism and was not afraid of offending people at all.

"Cough cough."

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

"President Jiang's paintings have gone far beyond what you imagined, ghosts and gods? It's just a realm you mentioned. If you say it's a god, he deserves it. I'm far behind."

After seeing Jiang Xiaoye's creation and building a city of giants out of thin air, Lamy realized that he was not on the same level as Jiang Xiaoye at all. This time, he could see it as a painting at close range. These people came to grab his chance. conscience.

"what?"

"Mr. Lamy, you are a ghost!"

"Isn't it?"

"Has President Jiang reached this point? It's too scary, isn't it? Could it be that President 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 with the passage of time. It can be said that no one has ever reached it, and many people are just touching the edge.

Now, Rami, as a ghost-level senior, stepped into the ghost-level earlier than Jiang Xiaoye, and Heike's redemption has shocked the world. Now, he is saying this. As a ghost-level, since he said this, it must be There's 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 the situation was.

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

"Indeed, but I don't know what the situation is. We don't even know what to draw at the beginning, and you ask Lao Qian, does he know shit?"

Everyone is confused, what the hell is going on?

Jiang Xiaoye is preparing.

"Ask a question, how much is a pair of Xiaoye's paintings?" Zhao Wuliu said suddenly, but Jiang Xiaoye promised to give him a painting!

"Priceless treasure!"

President Qian looked at Jiang Xiaoye with burning eyes, even Mr. Lamy has been convinced!

"Bullshit, is the priceless treasure worthless or hundreds of billions of trillions? After all, there is a price, right? Let's put it this way, how much is the pair of Longteng Wanli Mountains and Rivers!"

Zhao Wuliu rolled his eyes, the most annoying thing is the priceless treasure at every turn, and he has no idea how much it should be!

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

For Zhao Wuliu, a rogue, President Qian is also quite helpless.

It's still live, can't you give me some face?

"Fuck!"

So valuable!

Zhao Wuliu remembered the painting of the little brown bear that Jiang Xiaoye painted before. What about this painting?

"What if I painted casually in the past? Even if it's the ordinary kind of painting!" Zhao Wuliu's eyes lit up when he heard it. If he made money from selling paintings, it should be very valuable!

"Let's not talk about drawing casually, if you draw it when you were a child, if someone can find it out and confirm that it was painted by President Jiang, even if it is a graffiti, it will be easy to sell hundreds of thousands of dollars. I heard that President Jiang used to do it. When I was in college, I studied painting in an amateur art class. I even went to his school to look for it. I didn't find a single one. Don't think that if you sell hundreds of paintings for money, if you paint too much, you will automatically devalue your own paintings. price, the rarer the painting, the more

Before, and at the level of President Jiang, one painting a year is enough! "

Bai Xingchen's voice is not small, this is also a reminder to Jiang Xiaoye, don't help painting anyone who asks for painting in the future, and reduce his worth!

They found that Jiang Xiaoye was very good at talking, so they just came to ask if they could draw a picture. Not only did they agree, but they also created such a big battle. The most important thing was not to fool around, but it was a painting that was ten meters long and two meters high. , Putting this on them, this painting, the first half of the painting is not an exaggeration!

"Lao Jiang, is there anything Xiao Ye painted in the past? It's fine when he was a child!" Zhao Wuliu heard it and hurriedly called Jiang Yunshan.

"No... When I built the villa last year, there were seven or eight paintings, but we didn't understand it, so, let's cook the meat for Xiao Hei. It seems that Zhao Wuliu is still your fire."

Jiang Yunshan was also a little embarrassed. When he demolished the house, he packed up a lot of Jiang Xiaoye's books. Jiang Xiaoye gave all the books to Yang Siqi's house. Paintings and other things were treated as waste paper. Every day, the little black, little gray and little brown bear stewed meat, and they were all burned.

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

"Wang?"

Xiao Hei called out, when did you guys find out about it? By the way, what's the matter with the little black man? It wasn't the little black man who burned it!

Xiao Hei struggled and wanted to slip away, but was slapped on the head by Li Lan, and instantly became honest.

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