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"Boss Lin is humble again." Luo Shui smiled and said, "In your name as Bole, just say hello. No matter how powerful a graduate is, he will send you his works."

"Hey, Mr. Luo, are you praising me or hurting me?" Boss Lin shook his head and said, "You don't know. Nowadays, all new painters with a little talent have a high opinion of themselves. Everyone is very energetic. They think about sending their works to major galleries to sell them every day, and they may not be able to look at small shops like me."

"Gallery?" Luo Shui curled his lips and smiled: "Gallery is not that easy to enter, and there are many tricks inside."

"Who said it was not... Forget it. I won't say much, so I won't offend anyone." Boss Lin shook his head, then gently unfolded a scroll, and then signaled: "Young Master Luo, what do you think of this painting?"

While watching Luoshui, Fang Yuan also came over to look at it. He saw that this was a traditional Chinese ink painting. It was a lotus pond picture. Three ink and lotus leaves spread out, a lotus pod stretched out, and the buds were about to bloom, and the flowers were a little pink.

Among the dark and light ink colors, there is a little pink, and a few lifelike tadpoles, the whole picture does look a bit interesting. However, for some reason, Fang Yuan vaguely feels that the painting looks familiar.

At the same time, Luo Shui frowned: "The imitation traces are too heavy, so just follow the painting, why change the face? In this way, it can be regarded as Zhang Daqian's imitation."

"It's not easy to sell when imitating it." Boss Lin smiled and said, "Strictly speaking, although this painting is suspected of imitation, it is also somewhat skillful. At least it is rendered well. If you don't draw a tiger, you won't be a dog."

"Well, that's why it's worthy of praise." Luo Shui agreed, but shook his head and said, "But I bought the painting not for my own collection, but for giving it to others. I'll forget about this painting."

"Okay." Boss Lin was also straightforward, without saying a word of extra words, but rolled the painting back and put it aside, and then continued to unfold another painting for Luoshui to see.

Fang Yuan thought this painting was much better than the previous one, and it was a picture of bamboo and stone. Between the rugged rocks, several bitter bamboos of varying thickness grew hard, and the branches and leaves were very sparse. The painting style was rough, but it had a kind of artistic conception, a meaning that no matter how difficult the conditions were, bamboo could grow tenaciously, making people excited.

"Not bad." Luo Shui looked at it and showed a look of praise.

"Haha, it's really good, I think it's good too." Boss Lin smiled and said, "I'm very optimistic about him. As long as he is willing to persevere, there will be a place among the new generation of young painters in ten years."

"Boss Lin, your evaluation is so high." Luo Shui smiled and said, "But I believe in your eyes, then I want this painting."

Boss Lin was stunned and said in surprise: "Young Master Luo, don't you look at other paintings anymore?"

"I won't see it anymore." Luo Shui smiled and said, "Or there may be better paintings, but I think this painting is more in line with my heart. You also know that if I buy things, I don't have to buy the best ones, just like it."

"It makes sense." Boss Lin echoed: "It's a good idea to buy a thousand gold coins."

"That's it." Luo Shui nodded, and without even asking about the price, he handed over the card directly: "Boss Lin, I don't have much money anymore, so show mercy."

"Haha, I'll give you a 30% discount." Boss Lin smiled generously, took the card swiping instrument, entered a string of numbers, and asked Luo Shui to press the password, and typed a small order. The transaction was successfully completed.

Afterwards, Boss Lin went to find the brocade box painting, and Luo Shui turned around and said, "Brother Fang, the paintings here are pretty good, are you not interested?"

"If you don't know how to appreciate, don't be polite." Fang Yuan shook his head, not wanting to waste this money.

Luo Shui didn't force it, and then smiled and said, "There is a teahouse nearby that has good pastries. We will go to have tea later. After noon, we will go to my house."

"No problem." Fang Yuan didn't care.

At this time, Boss Lin also packed the scroll and presented the brocade box to Luoshui. He smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Luo for your care. Is there anything else to need?"

"It's gone, I won't disturb Boss Lin's business." Luo Shui stood up and said goodbye. Boss Lin casually kept it and then followed the water to take them downstairs.

After going downstairs, Luo Shui was still greeting and politely with Boss Lin, so Fang Yuan simply walked to the door of the store to wait. At this moment, it was eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the sun was gentle and very bright. Boss Lin's shop was facing east, and rays of sunlight shone over, making the door of the store also feel a bit golden and gorgeous.

Fang Yuan bathed in the sun, looked around casually, and then looked back boredly. He originally wanted to see if Luo Shui and Boss Lin had finished talking and could leave. However, this casual glance made him discover it unexpectedly.

In an instant, Fang Yuan's eyes widened a little, but his pupils contracted.

To put it aside, it may be to promote air circulation and make the calligraphy and paintings inside better maintain. Boss Lin’s shop door was drilled by him. At this time, the sunlight came and penetrated directly through one of the holes and sprinkled on a painting hanging on the wall.

The paintings on the wall should not be very good. It’s not that Fang Yuan knows how to appreciate them, but mainly the paintings on the wall have become a little dim and dull. Obviously, they have been hung for a long time and have not been sold. From this perspective, this painting is definitely not very good.

However, from another perspective, Fang Yuan was a little moved. After pondering for a moment, he walked back to the store, pointed to the painting on the wall and asked, "Boss Lin, how do you sell this painting?"

Here, Fang Yuan also used some thoughts, not asking whether to sell or not, but asking how to sell. The listeners took preconceived ideas and would definitely consider how much they would sell as soon as possible.

Boss Lin is almost the same, but hesitated a little: "Do you want this painting?"

"Yes, I think this painting is good." Fang Yuan nodded and said, "If the price is not expensive, I will buy it and collect it."

"Brother Fang, this painting..." Luo Shui looked up and frowned and said, "Boss Lin, I said it's not nice, don't mind. This painting is just average."

"It's okay, it's average." Boss Lin said frankly: "This painting has been hung in my store for several years, but it hasn't been sold for so long. It's average. I'll just treat it as a background and embellish the walls."

"I have several fine works in my shop like this kind of high-altitude red sun painting. If Mr. Fang likes this type of painting, I can take it out for you to see."

The red sun picture of the mountain refers to the scene in the painting. This is a horizontal painting, with the rolling mountains in the picture, and the sky on the mountain is a red sun. The subject matter is in a normal way. It is a famous painting with so many beautiful imitations, and there is nothing new.
Chapter completed!