Vol 3 Chapter 2717: Prey on the hook

? "Little Princess Lilian, starting price of 10 million yuan. +++ The latest Danmei novel ranking: www.sto123.cco"
Fang Yuanyuan confidently quoted on the stage, and Yi Feng couldn't help taking a breath. Is the starting price of this auction so high?
Zhang Ergou saw that Miss was a little confused, "Miss, she said 10 million Nanling coins."
"800w."
Yi Long did not hesitate to convert Nanling coins, but eight million is not a small amount. Can these jewelry be worth so much?
"Eleven million!"
Someone immediately raised her hand to report the count, and Lilian smiled sweetly at the person who raised her hand.
This laugh was so terrible, one after another people bidding down the stage.
"Twelve million, thirteen million..."
Soon, it soared to 20 million, and Yi Feng couldn't believe her ears.
Before coming to Nanling Country, she did her homework, and the consumption here shouldn't be so exaggerated. The jewelry on Lilian's body is worth five million at most. How can she get twenty million.
"Twenty million three times!" Fang Yuanyuan handed a red hydrangea to the shooter: "Congratulations, Shao Liang, and embrace the beauty!"
It turned out that the plates that those people were holding were all embroidered with their names!
Shao Liang excitedly went up to the stage and picked up Lilian and walked to the backstage. There was another group of noises underneath.
Yi Long and Yi Feng only understood it. No wonder these jewelry can be sold at such a high price. It turns out that the talents of this jewelry are the focus!
This is really selling dog meat, singing a show of selling people naked!
On the stage, this kind of auction is still going on, and the people in the audience are still excitedly filming. Just now Lilian was photographed away. Although it is a bit regretful, there are better ones later. Naturally, those people would not give up the rest of the forest for a small tree.
Zhang Ergou sighed beside Yi Feng: "If you have no money like me, you can only hide in a small corner to feast your eyes."
"Why don't I take one for you in a while." Seeing Zhang Ergou actually sighed over this matter, Yi Feng wondered if he could be more loyal and help him.
Zhang Ergou's legs were soft, and the whole person was faint: "Miss, don't joke with me, I'm afraid!"
When the fifth one was introduced, Yi Feng obviously felt that Fang Yuanyuan's tone was full of contempt.
"Next is Wind Slave, the starting price is 100,000. Neto"
Yi Feng looked up and saw a thin little the stage, at most fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a t-shirt and cowboy, compared with the people on both sides, extremely shabby. Although she wore jewelry on her body, they were all worthless.
Fang Yuanyuan glanced at her contemptuously, thinking with disgust, it is estimated that the report was over 100,000.
Sure enough, when Fang Yuanyuan finished the offer, there was silence underneath.
Wind slave was on it, and some of her inferiority bury her head low. She wanted someone to take pictures of her, but she didn't want anyone to take pictures of her.
She won this opportunity for a long time. Her father has already let go. If she can't get the money back today, she will break her leg.
What is the loss of innocence compared to a broken leg!
Fang Yuanyuan clenched her hand tightly, her anger clouded her heart. Today, when she knelt down there and begged them, she wanted to refuse, but Daddy agreed as if taking the wrong medicine! This level of arrangement is here, it is simply to reduce the compelling standard of their Oriental Entertainment City, making people laugh!
No, no one even shoots 100,000 now! Of course, she knew that this wind slave was of little use value, and she didn't arrange the costumes and jewelry for her.
Uncle opened his mouth, what was surprised, so he took out a thousand yuan and put it on the bamboo table: "I will give you a thousand yuan, can I raise the hundred bamboo map temporarily?" At this point, the uncle paused and took A trace of concern said: "Have you seen the Hundred Bamboo Pictures?"
Looking at the one thousand yuan on the table, Lan Qing'er curled her lips. She really knows how to do business. The hundred bamboo drawings written by celebrities are at least a few hundred to a thousand taels.
, The average counterfeit is also dozens of liang, and one thousand yuan wants the current crown prince to sell, hey, the crown prince is worthless.
As soon as the uncle said this, the people behind him stopped talking, and quietly watched the show, the first talented person, Lou Xi's picture of a hundred bamboos, without a proper foundation, how could he be casually modeled.
Feng Yumo pondered for a while, picked up the thousand yuan on the bamboo table, handed it to Lan Qing'er, then smiled and said to the uncle: "This uncle, if it’s a prototype of a hundred bamboo map, you need a little bit. Time, I wonder if Uncle will wait?"
Uncle's eyes flashed, and he pulled a bamboo stool next to him and sat down: "Why don't you do it, just paint. If you really have this ability, I won't have any problem with Li Bahai waiting for as long as you can!"
Li Bahai? The name seems familiar. o Lan Qing'er scratched his head, vaguely remembering that this man seemed to be the boss of a certain furniture company. He was rich and wealthy. Lan Qing'er couldn't help but look at him carefully. Although the clothes he was wearing were plain clothes, but that The materials are all very high-quality, and you can still see the thick golden rings on his neck.
Lan Qing'er was even more contemptuous. He turned out to be a big boss, and he was so shabby when he shot.
The picture of Hundred Bamboos is rectangular, and Feng Yumo only brought one bamboo table, so Lan Qinger borrowed a few tables for help and put them together.
Lan Qing'er rubbed the ink on the side, and Feng Yumo stood in front of the white paper holding a pen, her handsome eyebrows slightly locked, and her clear eyes were as dark as the sea in the middle of the night, and there seemed to be a whirlpool deep in her eyes. Just looking at it is like sucking the soul in. The silk-like black hair flutters slightly in the wind, exuding the vulgarity, and is noble and extraordinary.
This kind of temperament, I think the gods on that day are nothing but this.
Li Bahai couldn't help looking at the person in front of him in surprise. He read countless people, and this one in front of him is definitely not a person who is waiting!
Longyou is in shallow water, if you don't sing!
As soon as his slender and clean fingers gripped the penholder, Feng Yumo dropped his first stroke on the rice paper...
The clothes are dangling, the pen is running through the clouds, the pen is strong but not feminine, a vivid picture of a hundred bamboo gradually takes shape, almost in one go, the last bamboo leaf is printed, and Feng Yumo takes the pen without hesitation , Placed on the inkwell.
There is no repetition in the whole painting!
The pen and ink gradually dried out, and the picture of Hundred Bamboos appeared on the paper. Everyone was amazed. This picture of Hundreds of Bamboos was almost exactly the same as the picture of Hundreds of Bamboos drawn by Lou Xi, the number one talented scholar in Longfeng Kingdom!
As it is said, the difference is that the brushstroke and strength revealed on the hundred bamboo map faintly reveal a touch of natural atmosphere, which shocks people!
"Okay, good drawing!" Li Bahai couldn't help but yelled out, and other passersby were also full of praise. Li Bahai tremblingly stroked the paper, muttering in his mouth: "Unexpectedly... ..."
Li Bahai took the imitated picture of a hundred bamboos and did not hesitate to do so. The passers-by were amazed. Feng Yumo had a slight smile on his face, and there was no trace of arrogance. Lan Qing'er looked at this giant In addition to marveling in his ink painting, he felt a little more proud.
After watching for a long time, Li Bahai rolled up the hundred bamboo map and carefully put it away, with the surprise on his face, and respectfully said to Feng Yumo: "Brother, you are in the shallow waters of Longyou, hidden in the city. and also."
Feng Yumo smiled slightly, "If anything, Boss Li has overrated."
What is the color in Li Bahai's eyes: "Do you recognize me?"
"Li Bahai, the owner of Fulong Muzhuang, doesn't know anyone in this Dragon and Phoenix country, no one knows."
"Hahaha," Li Bahai smiled heartily: "Interesting, interesting! Come on this way, brother, don't sell calligraphy and painting on the street, and work as a painter in my village. The reward is indispensable to you. What do you think? ?"
Feng Yumo thought for a while, and then said to Li Bahai: "Xiaosheng thanked Boss Li for his graciousness, but Xiaosheng is used to this place and doesn't want to walk around at will. In addition, Xiaosheng can't stand up to the elegant hall and can't stand the control, so I hope Boss Li will be considerate."
"You don't want to be a painter in my village? Just a word from Li Bahai will provide you with everything you need.
, It's like being here in the wind and rain, sun and rain. "Li Bahai said without giving up.
Feng Yu said indifferently: "Boss Li, Xiaosheng is used to it. If you go elsewhere, it will be a lot of inconvenience. If it is Boss Li who wants calligraphy and painting, Xiaosheng's booth is here, and you are welcome at any time."
Seeing what Feng Yumo said, he refused to go. Li Bahai thought about what he was disappointed. Then he put another thousand yuan on the table and said, "How about another picture of Yang Yuan's galloping horse for me? "
Yang Yuan, a famous master in the previous dynasty, was an eminent scholar of the world. He was known as one of the "four masters of calligraphy and calligraphy" since ancient times. He is good at drawing galloping horses, and the galloping horses are well-equipped and unmatched.
Feng Yumo took a thousand yuan and looked at it for a while, then handed it to Lan Qing'er behind him. When he wanted to speak, Lan Qing'er stepped forward and said, "Boss Huang, wait a minute."
Regarding the sudden appearance of the white-clothed boy, what was Li Bahai stunned, looking at the person in front of him, what was the extravagance, and seeing the eye contact between him and Feng Yumo, he knew that the white-clothed boy weighed in Feng Yumo's heart, and said: "What's the name of this young lady?"
"Just call me A Qing."
"A Qing, do you have something to say?"
"Yes," Lan Qing'er took the 1,000 yuan in Feng Yumo's hand and handed it back to Li Bahai: "Boss Li, I'm sorry, Yu only models one masterpiece a day. You can take back the money."
What is Li Bahai's astonishment: "Why do I only paint one picture a day?" After looking at the money in his hand, he understood a bit, and then continued: "If it is too small, I can increase the price."
Lan Qing'er smiled slightly: "Does the famous calligraphy and painting just mean painting? Of course it is not a problem to imitate those famous calligraphy and calligraphy based on the talents of Mr. Yu, but he only paints one painting a day. It's not a pile of rubbish."
When collecting the money, she took a close look at Feng Yumo's expression. Judging from his expression, the horse drawing is not a problem at all. According to Feng Yumo's talents, maybe she is a generation of literary masters, so powerful. People, where can they be sold. Besides, if you let other people know that Feng Yumo is so cheap and sell the painting, wouldn't it be slandered by peers? I'm afraid it will cause a lot of trouble.
As soon as these words came out, Li Bahai made sense after thinking about it. He sighed and took back his money, muttering softly, "What a pity, what a pity..."
Lan Qing'er's eyes rolled, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. "It's a pity what Boss Li said, is it because you are busy with business, I am afraid it will be difficult to get out of it in the future?"
A gleam of light flashed in Li Bahai's eyes, and he nodded, "That's it. If it hadn't happened to visit a friend today, Huang would not have come when he met those who sent orders. Huang has a lot of seasons in a certain year. I don’t know when I’m at home, and I’m doing business abroad. I finally met my husband today, hey...I don’t know when I will be free when I leave."
In fact, what interests him most is the propaganda method. Surprised by this propaganda technique, he hurriedly came to see who came up with it. After seeing the owner of the booth, he knew that he had met Bao today. The two young men who set up the stall are definitely not waiting.
"It can be seen that Boss Li has a special liking for calligraphy and calligraphy, so let's say that Yu also has his own good calligraphy and calligraphy. If Boss Li likes it, Master Yu will draw a picture with you. This picture will not be paid for," Lan Qinger Speaking of this, I paused for a while: "No money for painting, but A Qing has a request."
"What's the requirement?" Li Bahai asked without thinking. To tell the truth, calligraphy is hard to find, and some are even harder to buy. The one hundred bamboo drawing just now is almost unreal, and it is already valuable. Presumably the calligraphy and calligraphy that Mr. Yu is good at are even more powerful. Besides, it does not collect any money. How difficult is it to request.
Seeing the prey hooked, Lan Qing'er leaned over and whispered, "A Qing said that after Boss Li brought the paintings back, he should help Yu to promote it. If Boss Li did it, Boss Li will do it later. Come over to paint, we still don’t collect money." Businessmen love money like fate, Li Bahai travels north and south, and getting him to promote is nothing more than verbal effort. If you can’t see cash business, I think Li Bahai is also Happy to do it.