The next day.

In a gallery called "Jue".

Li Zijin said as if he was a little incredible: "Five thousand?"

The gallery owner Li Tao pushed the glasses frame, crossed his legs and smiled seriously: "Mr. Li, you see that things were so big back then, who would dare to ask for your painting except me?"

"I am really impressed by your paintings and appreciate your pursuit of art."

"The market was good at that time, I will open 20,000 yuan a painting for you!"

Gallery owner Li Tao shook his head and said, "But now is different from the past. The social economy is not prosperous. Look at my gallery for so many years, but how can I try to be so bleak in the past two years?"

He patted Li Zijin on the shoulder, leaned over and whispered: "The imitations you sold back then will have to shrink halfway until now."

"I really didn't lie to you."

After saying that.

Gallery owner Li Tao shrugged, picked up the three paintings and looked them carefully, and then smiled and said, "Let's do this, since you say it's difficult, there are still needs."

"Stop messing around, a work of 8,000 yuan, I'll give you 25,000 yuan."

"You have to think the price is right. If there are any such works, I will collect them for you, what if?"

Gallery owner Li Tao smiled and joked: "If you want to draw one a month, it would be better than working outside, right? Besides, you will be lucky one day?"

Li Zijin seemed very embarrassed.

To be honest, if it is an average painting, he can sell it at this price.

But he felt that these three pictures were not limited, and in his heart, the ideal price was at least double than the other party's current offer.

He suddenly remembered the old TV at home and the sofa that had already been sitting down...

The tragic scene at home is vivid in my mind.

My wife’s salary is more than 4,000 yuan a month, not to mention changing some good furniture and appliances to the family, she can barely support her children and can’t bear to eat some good food.

Now that I have just been released from prison and have a background in the case, I am afraid that the job with a little condition will not meet the requirements.

He knew who was riding a large box behind the electric bike. It turned out that he was delivering takeaway meals to others. I heard that there were several thousand a month, which was suitable for him.

"I'll think about it!"

The gallery owner Li Tao was a little dissatisfied, but didn't say anything, "Okay, keep thinking about it, I have something to do!"

At this time, Li Zijin's phone suddenly rang.

"Honey, when you come back, go to the vegetable market to buy fish. I want to stew some crucian carp soup." The wife explained on the phone.

"Okay, I understand, crucian carp, right?"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

He finally mustered up the courage to decide to ask for the price!

Li Zijin walked out and shouted to the boss who was enjoying the wall-mounted works in the gallery corridor: "Boss Li, don't waste time."

"I'm here to sell your paintings sincerely. I can tell you frankly that I can't get this feeling even if I draw these three works again."

"Five thousand!"

"The bottom line in my heart, otherwise if anyone is short of money, I won't sell it even if you give me a lot of money."

He looked at the other person in a serious tone. He believed that ordinary people might not know how to appreciate their works, but the gallery owner must understand.

I just want to lower the price and get a bargain, maybe I can sell it for 50,000 or 60,000 yuan.

But he couldn't care about so much, it was their ability to sell.

However, the next second.

Li Zijin was stunned, his expression was even a little stiff and ugly.

The gallery owner Li Tao seemed to be watching a childish artist. He mocked in a playful tone: "Please, I'll give you enough face!"

"If a college student comes here, I will definitely be one thousand, and better than two thousand."

"If you like to sell, don't sell it, don't sell it, get out of here if you don't sell it!"

"You are not satisfied if I'm driving you to eight thousand now?"

"You go outside and ask, who knows you?"

"ah?"

"Li Zijin, you are just a fake painting seller. Do you know that you have finished your life?"

"You will never be able to make a name for yourself. Your paintings are something slightly better on waste paper, and I don't even dare to tell others that it is your work."

"You ask me for 15,000?"

Gallery owner Li Tao smiled with a sarcastic expression: "Which green onion are you?"

Li Zijin's eyes widened and looked at the other party in disbelief. His mouth slightly opened and he couldn't speak for a moment.

He really didn't expect it.

He always thought that the other party could understand him.

Understand the value of art.

But the sentence just now was like a knife stabbed into his chest.

Li Zijin gritted his teeth and pulled his fist tightly. A complex anger appeared in his eyes. He said in a voice: "I can tell that businessmen are businessmen, and they are always exploiting under the guise of art."

"A person like you will be retribution sooner or later!"

After saying that, he hugged his three works and walked out of the aisle.

The gallery owner Li Tao responded with a stern face: "Yes, I am a businessman. If it weren't for me, you would think your paintings could be sold?"

"Wake up, take a look at the works in the gallery yourself, so many of them!"

"I'm not sure how much it's worth."

"Don't make yourself so noble. If you keep that thing in your home for a hundred years, no one will look down on it."

Seeing Li Zijin going out, he smiled and shook his head. In fact, he had seen such a young art painter like this.

Everyone regards their works as treasures.

Little do you know that it is just that in the eyes of others.

Who is still very particular about art these days? Only by being famous is valuable?

If you are a master and a master in the association, you can write a few words and calligraphy and paintings, it will be worth a thousand yuan. If you turn back, you will be wasted paper.

Li Zijin ignored the other party and came outside the gallery to take a car and leave.

...

Changling West Street

No one expected this moment.

This scalper, who was originally thought to be a joke, actually formed a market.

Wentian Pavilion only receives 500 guests every day, and these guests can come to buy the safe paper crane, which means that the master will calculate whether it is safe or not.

And if you want to queue up for tickets now, it will take more than half a month.

This momentum is very strong, and the latest ticket is even 24 days later.

For some customers who are anxious and have important things, or those who don’t care about that little money, buying a ticket from others that can come to tell fortunes in the past two days is a very good choice.

In order to avoid the new customers not understanding the rules and misunderstandings, there is a new publicity sign at the door of Wentian Pavilion at this moment.

"All guests can come to buy the Ping An Thousand Paper Crane with tickets. The master will select less than ten lucky people from the 500 guests who come to the door every day to give them divination and guidance."

"Don't believe the scalper's offer, and the so-called way to ask the master to tell fortunes, don't get on the liar's ship!"

Li Mowen looked at the newly posted promotional announcement and nodded with satisfaction with a smile.

Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly felt stunned. He almost thought he had read it wrong.

Then he looked at the man on the road.

The data that came into his eyes made his pupils slightly enlarge, and he couldn't help but sigh that there was something about this person.

[Name: Li Zijin]

【Future value: 2】

[Painting Art Level: 83; Potential Value: 93]

Although I don’t know what happened, it’s obvious that the other party is not very lucky.

And one thing indirectly reflects, that is, although the artistic level is extremely high, it seems to be buried?

In today's society, clowns are in the palace.

The master is among the people.

I thought it was just a joke, but at this moment he felt that it really made some sense.

Thinking of this, Li Mowen smiled and shouted, "Mr. Li, please stay!"
Chapter completed!